Secret Private Life of the Villainous Grand Duke - Chapter 123

[T/W: Non-con]

Lily backed away, her body tense as she watched the men surrounding her, their hands fumbling with their belts.

“Don’t take it too personally. It’s not our fault, you’re just too damn pretty.”

It was a sickening excuse. The men chuckled as they rubbed their stiff, foul-smelling flesh against Lily, brushing against her hair and face.

Lily struggled against the nausea rising in her throat, while desperately pleading for help. But there was no one to answer. Among the men, only one had yet to open his pants.

Not that it meant he pitied her. A man working for the Pax family—an organization that trafficked drugs, humans, and death—had no room for sympathy.

Anyone who felt even a shred of sympathy wouldn’t have lasted under Pax.

“There’s no way I can finish unless I shove it into her mouth or her p*ssy.”

“Shit. You know we’re dead if we get caught.”

“Then I’ll die happy after f*cking her.”

One of the Pax men grabbed Lily’s chin, rubbing his c*ck against her lips before forcing his way in. His grip tightened around her hair, his other hand raised threateningly beside her cheek.

The message was clear that if she bit down, he’d strike her without hesitation.

Lily gagged repeatedly while shedding tears. It was disgusting and painful, but she had no way out. She was too small to fight off several grown men.

All Lily could do was desperately pray for someone to save her. Just anyone.

* * *

If Moonique had Tobias Winkler, then Cretail had Tim Friedrich. Moritz’s old friend and his most trusted right hand.

Tobias Winkler was called the Killer, the Empire’s deadliest assassin, a man who eliminated his targets with cold, emotionless eyes.

On the other side of that spectrum stood Tim Friedrich.

To Tim, the concept of assassination didn’t exist.

In Cretail, assassination was unnecessary. Everyone needed to know. Just how powerful Cretail’s guardian was.

Tim Friedrich was Moritz’s blade.

Since his shoulders broadened, he had never lost a fight, whether in bare-handed combat or with a sword. Had he been born in an era of tribal warfare, he would have been a chieftain. In Rome, he would have been a gladiator.

He had been Moritz’s childhood friend, and he took on this role under a simple promise—he would be granted the position of the family head.

Not that he minded the work.

He enjoyed fighting. When the battlefield was drenched in blood, Tim Friedrich’s gray eyes darkened with something close to exhilaration.

After receiving Claudia’s message at dawn, Tim had immediately ridden into Pax territory.

But after scouring the estate, he hadn’t found so much as the fox’s tail, nor even a single strand of its fur.

So he abandoned his carriage, took a single servant, and rode straight to Comain.

Now, finally, he had a chance to rip that fox apart with his bare hands. His gray eyes grew darker and darker, like storm clouds before a downpour of blood.

“Are you sure this is the place? Gelev C? This area is a dump, full of rats and bugs everywhere. Why not just use the forest or the mountains instead? I don’t understand, that damn fox… always so damn shady.”

Tim’s grumbling voice reached Lily’s ears faintly. She had been struggling to spit out the disgusting flesh forced into her mouth when she caught the sound of it.

“This place seems like a dead end. Where’s the next location?”

“Moketo B, lot 34, and Neave A.”

“Are you kidding me? How old is that intel? Moketo B was demolished by Riche. Do your job properly. You’ve been getting sloppy lately, haven’t you?”

Lily had only met him once before, but she immediately recognized the voice. It was Tim Friedrich, Moritz’s friend.

Without hesitation, she bit down hard on the disgusting flesh forced into her mouth.She jerked her head to the side to spit the blood onto the ground.

“AAAAH…. That bitch, she, she f***ing bit me!”

The Pax family’s subordinate collapsed to the floor, clutching his bloodied flesh and twisted his body.

“Tim! Tim, right? It’s me, Lily! Please help me! Uhp, uhp. Mmph—mmph! Here! Ah…ugh…”

The other subordinate rushed at Lily to cover her mouth. When her muffled cries still slipped through, they resorted to hit Lily with their fists.

But Tim had heard her voice clearly.

Just in time. If they had been even a few minutes later, they might have missed her completely. And thanks to Lily’s scream, he now had a pinpoint location.

“I think we’ve found her. I’ll handle this, go fetch the carriage.”

Tim ordered his servant before walking quickly toward the alley where Lily had been held.

They likely wouldn’t dare to harm Lily without Hartmut Pax’s direct orders, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t in danger.

As Tim stepped into the alley where Lily and the Pax men were, he took in the scene before him and immediately ground his teeth. Men with their pants undone. Lily, sprawled on the ground in the middle of them.

“Ha, what a bunch of pathetic bastards.”

Even though he had walked in alone, Tim had a fearsome presence. The Pax subordinates instinctively reached for their weapons, pulling out daggers and swords as they shifted into a defensive stance.

“You lowlifes think you can touch a lady? Pax must be a real idiot to keep scum like you around. If it were me, I’d have gutted you long ago.”

“Don’t be scared! Even if he’s Tim Friedrich, he’s just one guy! What can he do alone?”

The apparent leader of the subordinates shouted, though even his hands were shaking

Tim Friedrich. The man who was said to be unmatched in both hand-to-hand combat and swordsmanship. There was a reason Moritz Kneiss kept him at his side.

“What can I do?”

His voice was confident, but Lily looked at Tim with worry. Why is he alone? And why does he look so calm? There are eight of them…

Fear for Tim crept up inside her, with a deep sense of guilt.

“Leaving one man alive. The rest of you, will die here.”

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