Chapter 959 Beaten

"Viggo, hold up," another guy said, eyeing Lucas with a smirk. "This guy's not bad-looking. No wonder she's hanging on." He sneered, inspecting Lucas in the faint light. His words were as filthy as ever. "But in his condition, what use would he be? I doubt he can even get it up." "Cut the crap," the first man snapped. "He lost his leg, not his manhood. She's probably into his pretty face, or maybe..." He squinted, his face twisting with vile thoughts. The others caught on and laughed crudely. "What's up, Viggo? You planning to have some fun with her?" Viggo, seeing that I was nearly scalped but still gripping Lucas, grinned wickedly. "It's been too long since I've indulged, and I've been thinking about hitting the town. Looks like today's my lucky day with a freebie thrown right into my lap." With no surveillance cameras in sight, I was yanked roughly against the wall. I clung to Lucas for dear life. They did not bother to pry me off him. Instead, they went straight for my clothes