Chapter 1863

"Just the thought of it is getting me riled up." Ollie's intentions were clear as day. The men around him burst into crude laughter, their eyes on Emily brimming with vile hunger. Emily clenched her jaw, her voice like ice. "Do you even hear yourselves?" "Of course, bitch. From the moment your bastard son hacked off my arm and leg, he sealed your family's fate. I'll drag every last one of you to hell. You'll never crawl out of it." Ollie's grin twisted into something monstrous as he closed in on Emily. He wasn't in a hurry to lay his hands on her. He relished the feeling of a predator toying with its prey. Looking at the terror in Emily's eyes sent a thrill down Ollie's spine. For the first time, Ollie felt as though he had Jack under his boot. The thrill was intoxicating, almost dizzying. As Ollie was about to lay his hand on Emily, a strange wind rose from nowhere. Then, in the pitch-black night, a figure emerged without warning. It appeared so suddenly as if a demon had materia