Chapter 514 The Sharp Bianca
The vast, endless ocean stretched to the horizon, the wind whipping up waves that crashed against the ship's hull, sending sprays of water that shattered into countless droplets, glinting like shards of glass in the sunlight.
Sebastian, holding a handgun, descended from the deck, his tall, dark figure cutting an imposing silhouette. The sea breeze lifted the hem of his tailored suit, the high-quality fabric rustling in the wind.
"I'm here. Where are you?" His deep voice carried through the wind into his Bluetooth earpiece. His sharp eyes scanned the port, where five ships were docked side by side—two cargo ships and three passenger ships. People stood on each vessel, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary.
Brandon, still driving towards the port, gripped the steering wheel tightly, his eyes fixed on the port buildings in the distance. "I'll be there in five minutes. What's the situation on your end?"
Sebastian's gaze swept over the massive ships before him. "Five ships. I can't tell which one it is. Marc's men are on one of them."
"Can't we check which ships are registered under Marc's name? What are the numbers on the ships docked there? I'll look them up right now," Brandon suggested, already reaching for his phone.
"Do you think Marc would be stupid enough to use his own ships? Even if one of these is his, it doesn't mean he's on it. You know my ship. Just get here."
"Got it!"
Brandon's car screeched to a halt at the port's extension. He immediately spotted the large white yacht docked on the left side and sprinted towards it, his legs carrying him up the gangway in a few swift strides until he was inside the yacht.
"Mr. Kingsley, have you found anything suspicious?" Brandon wiped the sweat from his forehead, his eyes anxiously fixed on Sebastian's calm face.
Sebastian pulled a handgun from his waist and tossed it to Brandon, who caught it effortlessly.
"The cargo ship leaves tomorrow morning. Marc wouldn't hide anyone on it. The other three ships depart in an hour. Any of them could be the one."
Brandon cursed under his breath, "What do we do now? There are only two of us. We don't have time to search each ship. If Bianca is taken away, she's as good as dead."
Sebastian's eyes flicked to Brandon. "Simple. We make Marc's men come to us."
Brandon looked skeptical. "Make them come to us? How?"
Sebastian glanced at the three large passenger ships. Even if they knew which one Bianca was on, finding her inside would be a race against time. They needed to draw the enemy out.
Sebastian pointed in a direction. "Listen, in five minutes..."
"Bang!"
Bianca felt a sharp pain in her chest as a foot slammed into her, knocking her to the ground. The black shoe left a mark on her slender frame as she hit the deck hard, the impact sending a wave of pain through her body.
A foot pressed down on her chest, forcing the air from her lungs.
"Ugh!"
Bianca groaned in pain, her back hitting the deck with a thud. The force of the blow sent a crushing pain through her body.
"Bianca, got anything to say now?"
The man standing over her, his foot on her chest, leaned down, his face twisted with a cruel smile. His eyes glinted with a murderous intent.
Bianca looked up at her attacker, her lips curling into a defiant smile despite the pain. She took a few deep breaths and laughed mockingly. "Francesco Ashford, who the hell do you think you are to question me? Where's Mr. Jordan? I want to see him!"
"Bitch!"
With a curse, the man kicked Bianca in the stomach again, leaving a large footprint on her abdomen. The pain radiated through her body, making her curl up instinctively.
Bianca's face turned pale as she gasped for breath. "You think you can scare me? I want to see Mr. Jordan. Now!"
Francesco's eyes narrowed, a red haze of anger clouding his vision. "You think Mr. Jordan would waste his time on a traitor like you? He said anyone who betrays him has only one fate—death!"
Francesco's face contorted with rage, his teeth bared as he spat out his words, saliva spraying onto Bianca's face.
"Betrayal? I have no idea what you're talking about. I've been loyal to Mr. Jordan. If you have the guts, bring him here, and we'll settle this face to face!"
Bianca held her ground, refusing to reveal her true identity. If Marc found out she was with the Gomez family, her fate would be sealed.
Francesco snapped his fingers, and two burly men stepped forward, grabbing Bianca by the arms and yanking her to her feet like a ragdoll.
"Ugh!" The pain in her abdomen and arms hit her simultaneously, making her wince. "Francesco, if you touch me, I'll kill you!"
Francesco signaled to the men, who threw Bianca onto the bed with a thud.
"Bianca, after all Mr. Jordan has done for you, you repay him by conspiring with Brooklyn? You ungrateful bitch!"
Francesco slapped Bianca's face repeatedly, leaving red marks that overlapped each other, her skin almost breaking from the force.
"Francesco, stop it!"
Bianca's eyes blazed with fury, but her hands were pinned to the bed, her legs immobilized. She was completely at their mercy, only her eyes and mouth free to move.
Francesco leaned in close, his voice dripping with malice. "Mr. Jordan knows who you really are. You think working for Brooklyn will save you? Mr. Jordan wiped out your family, and he'll do the same to you!"
"Let me go! Francesco, you bastard! Damn you, let me go!"
Bianca struggled, her legs kicking out in frustration, her body writhing like a fish on a hook, blood staining the deck.
Francesco grabbed her chin, his face inches from hers. "Mr. Jordan wants you dead. How do you want to die?"
"Spit!"
Bianca spat in Francesco's face, her voice filled with venom. "Francesco, you're nothing but Marc's lapdog! No, you're worse than a dog—you're a maggot! Want to know how Marc treats his maggots?"
Bianca's laughter was defiant, her eyes gleaming with a dangerous light. She licked her lips slowly. "Francesco, your woman is quite something. Too bad she was in Marc's bed before you even touched her. How does it feel to be with Marc's leftovers?"
"Bitch! You're dead!"
Francesco's hands tightened around her throat. "Say one more word, and I'll rape you!"
"Ugh!" Bianca choked, her face turning blue. She gasped for air, her voice barely a whisper. "You're nothing but a scavenger. Don't forget who I am. When I was with Marc, you were just a guard dog!"
Francesco's grip tightened, his eyes cold. "Today, I'll show you what it's like to be with me!"
He started to unbuckle his belt, but Bianca's laughter stopped him. She laughed so hard she shook, tears streaming from her eyes. "Francesco, you're so ignorant! So stupid!"
"What did you say?"
Bianca's voice was soft and seductive. "Francesco, do you want to know Marc's secret? Wouldn't it be more fun to know his weaknesses and take his place?"
Francesco hesitated, intrigued despite himself. Bianca had nowhere to run, so he decided to listen.
"What secret?"
Bianca looked around. "You want everyone to hear?"
"Speak!"
Bianca lifted her chin. "Come closer. I'll tell you, but promise me a quick death."
Francesco's lips curled. "Talk!"
Bianca's eyes locked onto Francesco's as he leaned in, closer and closer...
Bianca bit down on Francesco's ear with all her strength, tearing it off. Blood filled her mouth.
Francesco screamed in pain, and the men holding Bianca's arms were stunned by his cries.
Bianca freed one arm and grabbed Francesco's gun from his waist.
"Don't move!"
She stood on the bed, the gun aimed at Francesco's head, blood dripping from her lips.
"Anyone moves, and I blow his head off!"
Francesco clutched his ear, writhing in pain. "Crazy bitch!"
Suddenly, a dozen guns were aimed at Bianca's head.
One man sneered. "Bianca, you think you can threaten us with his life? Mr. Jordan wants you dead at any cost. Drop the gun!"
Damn!
Bianca spat out blood. "Fine. If I'm going down, I'm taking you all with me!"
Two explosions rocked the ship, waves crashing against the hull, nearly capsizing it.
"What's happening?"
"What's wrong with the ship?"
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