The Devil's Harem

Chapter 173

Chapter 173: Brad is the sacrificial GOAT

Chapter – 173

“Don’t do it, you fool,” Alex wanted to stop Brad but was held back by Veronica.

“Don’t you dare stop him,” Veronica whispered in his ear, “The real fun is about to begin.” It was also payback for what that asshole did to her brother.

“But I have spent so much money on that idiot. I don’t mind the teeth, but what will happen if he were to break his nose? Or get a bruise?” Alex expressed his concern for the money he had put into this project.

“You worry too much. I am sure that chicken will chicken out at the last moment,” Veronica brushed aside his worry.

‘You underestimate your power of persuasion,’ Alex thought but hoped that Veronica’s words came true.

Meanwhile, Brad was standing in front of the uninvited guests in the room. He was all pumped to impress Veronica, so much so that he felt like thanking God for sending such small fries to their doorstep.

.....

“Listen, you bitches. We don’t want any kind of trouble here. You must not know who we are after living in this desert, riding camels all day, but let me tell you, we are the big shots you can’t afford to piss off. So you guys better grab your tiny tails between your legs and make a run for it. And while you are at it, take this kid away as well. How can parents allow grade-schoolers to be out so late,” Brad gave a pat on the shorty’s head and turned to look at Veronica, hoping to get a similar pat on his head.

But before he could even turn enough to look at Veronica, he felt his neck being strangled. He could feel a hand crawling over his neck and tightening its grip. The grip around his neck was so tight that no matter how much he tried, he could not break away from it. And his instincts told him that a little more force and whoever was holding his neck would easily break his neck.

But even in this moment of despair, when he knew he was nothing but a gone case, there was something that gave him hope. It was the awe he saw on Veronica’s face. He could only see her face for a moment, but no doubt she was amazed by him.

‘She was surprised. She was impressed. All this time, she wanted me to be bold and daring,’ Brad could not help but think. That means the hard part was done. Now all he needed to do was shoo these bitches away, and he would be spending the night in Veronica’s bed.

Brad was lost in his own strawberry world, thinking about what he would do with Veronica that even the pain did not affect him anymore.

The bulky man standing beside the shorty had grabbed Brad by his neck. He was waiting for his boss to just say the words and we would get rid of Brad. With one hand on Brad’s neck, the bulky dude got hold of Brad’s head and forcefully turned his face away from Veronica toward his boss. Brad had crossed the line in his arrogance.

Even the smile on the shorty’s face had vanished. Whatever Veronica said, she was not able to take the smile away from his face, but when the bulky dude turned Brad’s face towards them, the shorty saw Brad smiling. And it was more than just smiling. It felt like he was in ecstasy. ???????.???

“So, you are some hot shot, huh...?” Irked by the face Brad was making, the shorty took a step forward and slapped Brad, bringing the latter out of his fantasy. This made him aware of the situation he was in. In front of brad was the shorty, looking at him, ready to slice him into pieces. Behind Brad was the bulky dude, holding him by his neck, ready to snap it at a moment’s notice. And surrounding him were more than a dozen crooked guys with long, spikey hair, ready to pounce at him. It was then did Brad felt a tingle down his crouch, and without anyone noticing, he had wet the floor. If not for the dim lights in the room, everyone would have noticed it.

“... Get me everything on him,” the shorty snapped his finger and ordered without even averting his eyes from Brad, “I don’t want our esteem guests here to feel that we were lax in their hospitality just because we didn’t know him.”

On getting their orders, one of the lackeys was quick enough to react. He pulled out his phone and, walking towards Brad, clicked a picture of his face. Though his face looked constipated, he was still recognisable.

“Boss, I have sent the photo. We will know who he is soon,” the guy who clicked Brad’s photo informed the shorty, “But I feel like I have seen him somewhere. I can’t remember where though.” The man felt it was right on his tongue, but... but... he was still not able to recollect.

“I don’t care who he is. After we are done with our hospitality, he sure won’t be leaving on his legs on his own,” the shorty smirked.

“... Call the hospital, ask them to send a few ambulances,” the shorty said as he removed his eyes from Brad and looked at everyone else in the room apart from his own men, “Don’t forget to tell them that I asked for it. They will know when to send them. And Finally...” The shorty turned his head to look at his men, “Close the gate, will ya?”

When they heard the last sentence, the grumpy looks on the faces of the men there with the shorty changed. They were finally smiling ear to ear.

Apart from the shorty and the bulky guy holding on to Brad, the other guys were suddenly on the move. Soo, they formed four circles among themselves. And in each group, there were four guys.

While everyone was confused as to what kind of ritual these guys were doing, the bulky-ass guy yelled, “Everyone ready? Start.”

“...”

“...”

“Rock... Paper... Scissors,”

“Rock... Paper... Scissors,”

“Rock... Paper... Scissors,”

“Rock... Paper... Scissors,”

‘What the fuck?’ Those who were with Alex looked dumbfounded at the scene unfolding in front of them. How could they even imagine these muscular guys, with tattoos all over their bodies and pointy, spikey hair playing rock, paper and scissors? And for what?

While his men were busy playing rock, paper and scissors, the shorty walked past Brad and the bulky guy and made his way towards the table. He picked up the knife and the scissors used to cut the pork and looked at them keenly.

His actions did not go unnoticed by the others, and Veronica moved left, still hiding behind Alex. Alex was also vigilant of any move the shorty made.

“No...”

“Shit...”

“Not again,”

“Ahh... I knew it.”

On the other side, the game was finally done, and the four guys who lost stomped their feet on the floor, cursing their luck as they made their way out of the room, closing the door behind them. So it was all to select who would guard the door outside so there would be no unwanted disturbance.

Now out of the fourteen guys originally in the room, now only ten remained. Yet the room was still a bit crampy.

“Now, shall we show ya all our hospitality?” The shorty opened his mouth as he played with the knife and the scissor with a smirk on his face.

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[Do read my other story: Against The World, All Alone?]