Vicious Savage: A Dark High School Bully Romance (The Brutal Boys of Blackcrown Falls Book 1)

by Blaire Wynters

  Copyright © Blaire Wynters 2021

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  Resemblances to actual persons, things, living or dead, locales, or events are entirely coincidental.

  Edited by: Jane Reynolds

  Cover model: Kaz Vanderwaard

  Photographer: Wander Aguiar

  Trigger warning: This book is a dark romance. It includes strong violence, domestic violence, and abuse, explicit sex scenes, dub-con, non-con, among other things. 18+

  Vicious Savage

  The Brutal Boys of Blackcrown Falls #1

  Blaire Wynters

  Contents

  Synopsis

  Vicious Savage Playlist

  1. Desiree

  2. Ava

  3. Desiree

  4. Ava

  5. Desiree

  6. Ava

  7. Desiree

  8. Ava

  9. Desiree

  10. Ava

  11. Desiree

  12. Ava

  13. Desiree

  14. Ava

  15. Desiree

  16. Ava

  17. Desiree

  Acknowledgments

  About the Authors

  Synopsis

  Killian and Kai Pierce are the rulers of Blackcrown High. They're ruthless, conniving, and unrelenting bullies. They're the leaders of the town's most feared gang, The Blackcrown Vipers.

  Ava was the only one Killian trusted, and she betrayed him.

  Desiree belongs to the enemy, and Kai will use her to get his revenge.

  The Pierce brothers always get what they want.

  And they want Ava and Desiree to pay for their mistakes.

  Vicious Savage Playlist

  http://tiny.cc/Vicioussavage

  8 Graves “Eye for an Eye”

  Nothing More “Fell in Love With a Ghost”

  nascar aloe “SPMO!”

  Demi the Daredevil “Paranoia on Main Street”

  I prevail “Paranoid”

  Zella Day “Hypnotic”

  Call Me Karizma “Nails”

  Motionless In White “Contemptress”

  Royal & the Serpent “Choke”

  8 Graves “Begging to Bleed”

  Call Me Karizma “Float”

  Citizen soldier “If These Scars Could Speak”

  Call me Karizma “Six feet (with mike’s dead)”

  Call me Karizma “Nails”

  Zero 9:36 “Adrenaline”

  I Prevail “Every time you leave”

  Dedication

  To our Hype Girl, Jackie Varrao. Thanks for always having our back. Your spreadsheets will always be our favorite kink.

  -Babe Squared

  1

  Desiree

  A mouse runs across the creaky hardwood floor of my room while I decide on what to wear for school. I stand on a chair so the little critter can’t run across my feet. I’m not especially scared of the mouse, but I don’t really want to touch it, either.

  “I’m not Cinderella,” I tell the mouse and it starts at the sound of my voice, and then it’s gone, hidden under the bed within the blink of an eye.

  Today’s the first day of my senior year, and my first day at Blackcrown High. To say that I’m nervous is an understatement. I’ve moved around a lot in my life, switching schools rapidly. One would think I’d be used to it.

  And I guess I am, to an extent. I’m observant, a chameleon if you will. I can slip through the cracks mostly unnoticed, but senior year is different. The cliques will be cliquier. Students will be less likely to help out the new girl, let alone become friends with her.

  Honestly, I don’t even know if I want friends. Sometimes it was too much work, being vulnerable and letting people in.

  I run my fingers through my long dark hair, wondering if I should try to do something fancy with it since it’s the first day. Is there a hairstyle that says “I’m a bad bitch, please don’t fuck with me”?

  Maybe Pinterest will have something in that category, I think with an eye roll. Sure, it’ll be great. I could just use an entire can of hairspray and make my hair stand up like devil horns. I’m definitely no hair guru, but I do take good care of it, so at least it’s healthy.

  Yay! Silver lining.

  My wardrobe consists mostly of thrift store finds, thanks to my summer job at the movie theatre. It allowed me to get some things I needed, which I’m grateful for, considering I had to quit when mom and I moved to Blackcrown Falls.

  Another thing I had to give up for my parents.

  I haven’t had the easiest life, but this is my last year of high school. Just nine more months of school. That’s all. Just nine more months.

  It’s warm today, so I decide to pick a dress to wear. My eyes immediately fall on the emerald green sundress that used to be my favorite.

  It was Chad’s favorite, too.

  A lump forms in my throat, and I swallow hard. If this move brought any good, it was getting me far away from Chad.

  I decide to wear the dress. It’ll feel like a nice slap in the face to him even though he won’t see me. I’m not letting him dictate any more of my life or decisions. I slide into the dress. The lace quarter-length sleeves scratch my arms a bit, but I feel a little more confident as I tie the bow at the waist. It ends about an inch above the knee and shows only a small amount of cleavage.

  I slip on a pair of cute flats, grab my bookbag, and leave my room.

  I pass my mom's room, and I see her passed out in bed. She works at one of the diners in town, second and third shift, so she’s usually asleep most of the day. I just hope she keeps this job longer than her last one.

  Money doesn’t grow on fucking trees, after all.

  Ever since my dad was sent to prison, she can’t hold a job and spends most of her nights drinking. I try to give her the benefit of the doubt, but it’s hard when it feels like I haven’t had a mother in a long time. As if she senses me watching her, she jumps awake. Tired blue eyes, same as my own, stare back at me.

  “Going to work, Desiree?” she slurs, wiping the sleep from her eyes.

  “No, first day of school.” I shift from foot to foot, nervously.

  She swipes her hand down her face. “Right, right. Have a great day, honey.”

  “Thanks, Mom,” I say awkwardly, before walking toward the front door.

  Our apartment is small: only six hundred and fifty square feet, two beds, one bath, with a small living area and kitchen.

  I open the door and step out into the summer heat. Sweat instantly beads on my forehead, but I try to enjoy it, knowing the freezing temperatures will be here before I know it.

  My stomach drops when I see Chad's car parked across the street. Nerves turn into fear as I debate on what to do.

  But then, he decides for me when the car suddenly starts and he pulls up beside me. He rolls down the windows, his dark eyes lethal.

  “Get in the fucking car,” he says through gritted teeth, his hands white-knuckling the wheel.

  “No,” I say quietly, not wanting to cause a scene in the middle of the road.

  I keep walking anxiously, but of course, his car follows me slowly just like I knew it would.

  God, I wish I h
ad money to buy my own car. My mom and I both walk to school and work.

  “You’re wearing the dress that shows half your tits. Getting desperate, Des? Wanting to whore yourself out?” I hear equal amounts of lust and disgust in his voice.

  I walk faster, trying to ignore him, but then his car stops, and I hear his door slam. Instinct tells me to run.

  I don’t, though.

  That will just make him mock me. Besides, I’ve played this game with him before. I know he’ll catch me.

  My arm throbs with pain as he grabs it and jerks me to his chest. I bite my lip to keep from making a sound as I crash against him.

  “Chad, stop,” I say, hearing the plea in my own voice. “Just let me go. I’m just going to school. We can talk when I get out.”

  His face twists in disgust. “Who’re you meeting at school, you little bitch? Trying to get your cunt fucked?” He yanks the back of my hair, making me crane my neck to look up at him.

  I’m only 5’3” and he’s 6’. Oh, what must it be like to be a big strong man trying to intimidate women at every chance they get.

  “Stop!” I say, shoving at his chest, but I may as well be slapping a brick wall.

  I’m so sick of men pushing me around. First, my dad, then Chad. My ex-boyfriend.

  He curls his lip in a mocking smile. “Get in my car or I fuck you right here and now.” My helplessness intensifies because I know he’s not lying.

  “You mean rape. Because that’s what it would be,” I say, disgust lacing my tone.

  Anger makes tears burn in my eyes.

  The last time I said no to him, he hurt me. He left scars permanently imprinted on my soul. Just like everyone else in my fucking life.

  “Just let me go, Chad.” I try to keep my voice strong but it still cracks. “Please,” I whisper.

  He only laughs, and then drags me to his car, and shoves me inside.

  I grit my teeth as I notice some neighbors peeking outside their windows. Soon as he gets in the driver's seat, he’s on me.

  He grabs my face, callous fingers scratching at my cheeks and then he shoves his tongue in my mouth.

  Reflex takes over and I bite it. He growls and jumps back.

  “Fucking bitch!” he snarls, then he grabs me roughly between the legs.

  I whimper, clenching my thighs together. “Stop,” I cry out. “Just stop.”

  My heart thunders in my chest, and I flinch, closing my eyes when he cocks his arm back as if to hit me.

  They burst open when he forcefully spreads my legs, pulls my panties aside, and cups my sex.

  “This will be mine. You’re lucky I have shit to do or else I’d beat the fucking shit out of you and then take what’s mine.”

  My mind is instantly brought back to another place in time—Chad on top of me as I try to fight him off, but his abuse wouldn’t stop. Hit after hit, blow after blow. It’s like I’ll never escape him. I’m suddenly pulled out of my reverie when his hands are on my face and he pries my mouth apart. His face comes closer and he sucks on my tongue before biting it like I did to him. I cry out in pain, and he pulls back, a sinister expression on his face.

  “You just fucking wait, Des,” he says, and it’s a warning.

  I don’t answer. I simply sit forward in the passenger seat and stare blankly at nothing.

  I fucking hate him. I hate him so much. If he wants to come for me, then I guess I’ll be prepared.

  You don’t grow up in an abusive household without learning a few tricks. I’ll be ready for him next time he strikes.

  When we pull up to Blackcrown High, I’m so relieved that I want to get out and kiss the ground.

  My hand flies to the door handle, but Chad has other plans and grabs my jaw, forcing my face to his, and slams his lips to mine. I feel nothing but revulsion and I don’t move my lips or reciprocate in any way. He paws at me, angered by this, but I hold my ground.

  When he pulls away he still looks menacing, but his smile looks pleased.

  I jerk the door open and scramble out of the car with a few tears streaming down my cheeks and I hastily wipe them away before anyone can see.

  “Bye, babe. See ya later,” he taunts.

  I don’t turn, only walk quicker inside the school.

  The school is big. So I know I’ll have a hard time finding my way around, especially with my jumbled nerves.

  The cool air is a Godsend when I scurry inside, my flats clicking on the tiles, but that sound is drowned out the further down the hall I get.

  The place is jam-packed, body to body, full of all the typical high school students. Jocks, scene kids, overachievers, the super rich and popular, and everything in between.

  I think I’m standing in the commons, but I can’t be too sure. I need to find my way to the office and get a map of the school and get my schedule.

  It feels as if everyone’s staring at me even though they couldn’t possibly be. Sure, I’m the new girl and I know people are going to notice that, but my skin prickles in awareness as if all eyes are on me. My cheeks burn and my palms start to sweat as my gaze ping pongs around quickly.

  The air leaves my lungs when I meet a pair of ice-blue eyes. They belong to a tall muscular boy. Although, boy doesn’t seem like the correct term. This boy looks like a man.

  Is he even a student? I wonder. He would have to be. There’s no way he’s old enough to be a teacher. Unless he’s dropping off a younger sibling? Somehow, I doubt that.

  He’s glaring at me, and I swallow thickly. My pulse speeds up, and I glance behind me, hoping he’s staring at someone else.

  Nope. He’s definitely looking at me.

  I don’t even know him. Why would he be staring at me like this?

  Our connection is interrupted by students milling about, breaking our eye contact, and I scurry away, similar to the mouse in my room this morning.

  Damn, this day is already starting fan-fucking-tactically, I think sardonically.

  I finally make my way to the office. A strong flowery scent of perfume hits my nostrils, and I crinkle my nose to try and prevent from sneezing. The dusty fake plants in every corner don’t help either. There's a plump redhead sitting behind an old mahogany desk.

  She smiles perkily at me as I approach. “Good Morning! Welcome to Blackcrown High! What can I do for you?” she says loudly.

  I try not to grimace and smile instead. “Hi, I’m Desiree Moore and today's my first day here.”

  “Oh right, right, Desiree! I’m Mrs. Haynes, the receptionist. Welcome to King Cobra nation!” she exclaims. King Cobras must be the school mascot. I don’t even know. I just want to get to class, dammit.

  The bell rings and I hear lockers slamming, indicating that I’ll be late to class already on the very first day.

  She must notice the expression on my face because she says, “Oh, don’t worry. I’ll write you an excuse for being tardy.”

  “Okay, thanks,” I say as she shuffles around her desk, grabbing different papers. She stacks them before stapling them and handing them to me.

  “Oh, perfect timing, Ms. Ava!” she says and my head whips behind me to see a girl around the same height as me, looking just as impatient as I likely look. Her honey blonde hair is in a cute side braid and she has big, round hazel eyes.

  “I’m actually late, Mrs. Haynes,” the girl says softly, but I note a bit of sarcasm in her tone, and I feel an insane bubble of laughter wanting to spill out of my mouth, but I purse my lips, holding it back.

  “I know, dear. I meant perfect timing because you can show Ms. Moore here around. It’s her first day.” Mrs. Haynes' smile seems like she’s had one too many Xanax today. Like, who is this bubbly first thing in the morning?

  Her hand gestures to me. “Desiree, this is Ava. Ava, this is Desiree.”

  Ava gives me a tight-lipped smile but shakes her head. “I’m sure there’s better students to show her around, Mrs. Haynes.”

  “Well, you’re here now. So you must be that perfect someone. Here,”
she says, handing Ava my class schedule. “Thanks so much. I hope you girls have a great first day and GO KING COBRAS!” she says, pumping her fist in the air.

  “Oh, and here you go, girls,” she says, handing us both pens with the king cobra logo on them.

  We take the pens, and I stare at Ava helplessly. I don’t know if I gave her a bad first impression or what, but right now I really need her help.

  For some reason, she looks conflicted, but eventually gives me another tight smile and nods her head. “Okay, let’s go. I’ll show you to your locker.”

  We walk out together, and I search my brain for something to say, but then we’re stopping at a gray locker.

  “Here it is,” she says, “locker 108.”

  “Thanks,” I say quietly.

  “After this, we’ll go to English with Mrs.—“ she’s cut off by a deep British voice.

  “Ava.” It’s all he says, but Ava tenses, a glimpse of fear shining in her eyes.

  “Here,” she says, shoving the papers in my hands with my schedule and student handbook.

  “What’s wrong?” I ask.

  But then, I see the owner of the voice clearly. Another tall and muscular guy that looks almost too old to be in high school.

  Thick dark hair and eyes, tanned skin. Definitely not bad to look at in a preppy boy way. Although if the cruel look in his eyes is any indication, I’d say this guy isn’t preppy at all.