CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
Natasha pondered aggressively at the thought of Lorenzo and Matteo's absence in the midst of all this. She hasn't seen any other two. Where could they be?
She checked how many rounds were left in her gun before locking it in. A group of twelve men had surrounded the maid's unit and had all the females out.
One of them was assaulting Sarah, aggressively pulling her hair while trying to fondle her breast.
"Once this is over, I am so going to fuck you. I like them older because they are tighter," he smirked, his colleagues chuckling at his disgusting statement.
"Get off me, you bastard!" Sarah fought, trying to twist his wrist. He relentlessly smacked her hard across the face, spitting next to her body.
"Be lucky that I like to fuck you later. You would have been dead, cunt!"
Natasha calculated her action. If she shot one, the others might carelessly retaliate, which will endanger everyone within proximity.