by Ivy Fox
“Talk to me. Whatever it is, I can help.”
“No one can help me now. No one.” She sobs and the misery in her voice cracks my heart in the middle.
“Maya…”
“I’m pregnant,” she blurts out, stunning the shit out of me.
“You’re what?!” I choke, taking a step back, my eyes falling to her stomach.
“I’m pregnant, Elle.” She continues to cry.
“Oh, my God. Does Reid know?”
She shakes her head.
“You have to tell him, Maya. He has to know.”
“That’s just it. I don’t know if he does.”
My forehead wrinkles in confusion as I wipe the tears off her face.
“Of course, he does. If he’s the father, then you need to tell him.” But when Maya refuses to look at me, my heart squeezes in my chest for my friend. “He is the father, right?”
This time she looks up, fear and devastation all swimming in her stellar jade eyes.
“I don’t know.”
Holy shit!
It takes me a minute to re-group and make sense of what she just confessed.
“Maya—”
“You know what? Just forget I said that. In fact, forget I was even here. I shouldn’t have come. I shouldn’t have come,” she repeats, stepping back.
“Maya, no. Let’s talk about this.”
“I can’t. I just can’t,” she repeats on a loop, and before I can hold on to her, she runs off.
I try to catch up with her but lose her in the crowd.
Goddamn it!
“There you are. Me and Boy Scout have been looking everywhere for you,” Saint croons in my ear, his arms sliding around my waist from behind. “I just saw Ollie, and he said you had some news to tell us.”
“That’s going to have to wait,” I order, removing his grip from me and pulling him by the hand down the hall.
“Now that’s what I’m talking about,” Saint smirks, thinking I’m trying to find us a room to get our freak on. “Let me just text Boy Scout which room we’re using so he can find us,” he adds, already texting.
I bite my inner cheek, wondering how the hell I am going to break the news to him about Maya. Even though it isn’t my secret to tell, I can’t keep something this monumental away from him. Maya is like his kid sister. She is his family. If the shoe were on the other foot, Saint would come right out and tell me the minute he found out about something this life-altering. Maya might end up hating me, but she’ll need a support system, and I fully intend on giving her one.
Most of the bedrooms are already at full capacity with kids from school making out. I can’t have this conversation with Saint where anyone can overhear. When I find a door that’s locked, with no sound coming from the inside, I pull out a bobby pin from my hair and fall to my knees.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Saint laughs behind me.
“What does it look like? I’m picking a lock.”
“Princess, why don’t we just bail like we planned? You’re going to a whole lot of trouble for a sure thing. And I am a sure thing,” he jokes, running his hand up and down my back.
When I hear the click of the door, I stand up, triumphant, grabbing his hand and pulling him inside the dark room. Saint’s hands are on me in an instant, his mouth on my neck, the feel of his cock already stabbing me in the gut. As much as I’d like to surrender to his urges, right now, we have a bigger problem on our hands.
I try to find the light switch on the wall, which is pretty damn hard to do when the man that you love is trying to get to third base with you. I don’t know how he did it, but somehow Saint managed to pull down my zipper, his fingers already toying with my clit. It takes all my willpower and then some not to submit and let him have his way with me. When I finally find the switch, I breathe out in relief.
“What the fuck?!” Saint shouts in anger, the bucket of cold water I needed for my libido.
He gently pushes me aside and walks further into the room. It’s only when I turn around that I understand what has him pissed. On one of the walls, there is a corkboard covered with pictures and red yarn, straight out of an episode of Law and Order. If that weren’t mind-boggling enough, then the faces staring back at us sure are. On the large board, there are pictures of every person that I love.
My three brothers.
Holland.
Chad and Saint.
All of them bound by the sinister red string and thumbtacks, all pointing at one huge picture at its very center.
Me.
“Whose room is this?” I stutter, feeling a chill run down my spine.
But before Saint has time to answer, I see a baseball bat swing behind him and hit him right in the back of his head.
“It’s mine,” Trevor says with an eerie grin.
“SAINT!” I scream, going immediately to my knees beside him to see if he’s breathing.
“None of that,” Trevor orders, pulling me up by my hair, so brutishly my whole scalp feels like it’s on fire.
I claw at his hands, uncaring of the tears that are streaking down my face.
“You sure picked the wrong room, Grayson,” Trevor reprimands, walking me to the other side of the room until my back is flush with the wall. “So many places you could have taken this piece of shit to fuck, and you chose my room to do it in. Wrong call. If he dies, it’s on you.”
“Let me go, Trevor!” I yell, only for him to place his hand over my mouth, silencing my pleas for help.
“Hmm. I always fantasized about this day. Me walking into my room and finding you here. But I have to say this is not how I expected it to go down.”
“FUCK YOU!” I shout, although it comes out too muffled for anyone outside to hear.
“You know what? I might take you up on your offer,” he threatens with a perverse grin plastered on his face.
When Trevor presses his body against mine, bile rises up my throat. My legs thrash against him, my nails biting into his wrist, yet he never lets his hold on me waver.
“Do you like my pet project?” he whispers in my ear, eyeing the board above Saint’s still body. “You should. You inspired it, after all,” he coos, making my flesh crawl. “The first time I saw you, I knew I had to have you. I must have been six at the time. My mother had decided to enroll Lace in ballet class over the summer and made me tag along. That’s when I saw you. In your little pink leotard, dancing away like no one was watching you. My little ballerina. I knew then and there you were special. You stood out amongst all of the rest, and all I wanted to do was pick you up and keep you in my pocket so the world wouldn’t get their hands on you.”
My heart thumps in my chest while I continue to struggle in his grip.
“But when school started, Murphy beat me to the punch and wouldn’t let anyone come within five feet of you,” he sneers. “At first, I didn’t mind. I knew that, in the end, you’d see I was a better match for you than he ever could be. I tried to show you that, but you only had eyes for him. So, I tried to get your attention in other ways. More creative ways. And when that happened, when you would cry because of something I said, or mouth off to me, for that one moment, you were mine and no one else’s. I started to feed off your pain. Nothing gave me greater pleasure than watching you hurt,” he confesses before licking my cheek with his tongue.
“Your tears are just as sweet as I imagined them. I wonder if they’ll taste as good when I fuck you right here as you watch your piece-of-shit boyfriend fight for his life?”
He slams my cheek into the wall, so I have no choice but to stare at Saint’s immobile body, blood starting to seep through the carpet.
“If I knew all you wanted was two cocks inside you, I would have put my hand in the ring. I can’t tell you how disappointed I was to learn you were fucking some gangbanger from the projects. Goes to show you’re not as special as I thought. Vi tried to tell me that, but I didn’t listen. Guess she was right, a
nd I was wrong.”
The mention of Holland’s bitch of a mother makes me curse under my breath. She knew that Trevor was unhinged, and yet she did nothing.
He must sense where my head’s at because he starts laughing in my face.
“That’s right. Your stepmother knew about my pet project, too. I would fuck her in that very bed and make her promise she’d help me. That she would find a way to get you out of the manor to live with us. Too bad she got caught with her hand in the cookie jar before she was able to pull it off. What fun I would have had if I had gotten my way. Every night I’d show you what you had been missing all along. But it’s not too late.”
“NO!” Another muffled shout leaves me when he starts pulling my jeans down and unbuttoning his khakis.
I squint my eyes shut, still fighting him off in any way I can, when suddenly the hand that was covering my mouth and the looming body that had me pinned to the wall is gone.
My legs collapse under me as I watch Chad straddling Trevor, beating his face to a bloody pulp.
“YOU MOTHERFUCKER!!! I told you if I ever saw your hands on my girl again that I would kill you!” Chad yells, looking like he’s about to do just that.
On weak knees, I pull myself up, run to the open door, and call for help. I race back into the room and check on Saint while Chad’s bloodthirst for vengeance doesn’t seem to be diminishing any time soon.
“Princess?” Saint croaks, his lids only able to lift halfway. Relief washes over me when he squeezes my hand, trying to pull himself up. “Boy Scout?”
Saint’s voice is the only thing that breaks through Chad’s rage. Chad rushes to our side, his body still trembling with fury as he holds onto us.
“Are you okay? Are you both okay? Someone call an ambulance!”
Our schoolmates start rushing to the room, Trevor’s unconscious, broken body bleeding on the floor. I’m still shell-shocked from what just happened when my brothers and Holland rush inside the room. It doesn’t take them much time to put two and two together. Holland is quick to slide next to me, Ollie pulling off his T-shirt to press against Saint’s head.
When Trevor starts to groan, giving signs of life, Ash kicks him in the gut.
“Stay down, asshole, before I finish the job Chad started.”
“Has anyone called an ambulance?” Holland yells, grabbing my hand so hard I feel the blood rushing out of my fingers.
“They’re on their way,” someone replies from the mob that has gathered around us.
“Where’s Rome?” I ask when I don’t see my older brother anywhere.
“I’m right behind you, rugrat,” he says with such an arctic taint to his tone that I feel the room’s temperature decrease.
I turn to my side, just enough to see my brother stare at the evidence of Trevor’s deranged mind as he strangles a vial in his hand.
“What’s that?” Ash asks, staring at the same thing I am.
“Enough proof to keep that animal in bars for the rest of his life.”
Good.
Let him rot.
Chapter 30
Saint
My fingers travel down Elle’s shorts, humming in delight when I find her pussy wet and ready for my assault. Chad nibbles on her neck before leaning down and pulling her tank top down with his teeth.
“I thought you guys wanted to watch Netflix and chill,” Elle mewls, her hands finding their way to both our crotches.
“This is Netflix and chill. At least the version Blondie and I are interested in. Isn’t that right, Boy Scout?”
Chad flashes me that wicked smile of his before he sucks one of Princess’s pebbled nipples into his mouth through her bra, the image making me hard as steel in my mesh shorts, groaning to feel his lips wrapped around my cock.
Fuck.
I’ll never get enough of them. Not in one lifetime, at least.
“We shouldn’t. You heard what the doctor said. You have to rest,” Elle counters on a strangled moan, the way she’s eyeing the bulge in my shorts telling me she’s as needy as we are.
“It’s my head that’s banged up, not my cock, Princess.”
“He’s right,” Boy Scout defends hurriedly before pulling her tank top over her head to give him better access to her tits.
“You guys aren’t playing fair,” she gasps, widening her legs for me.
“Hold that thought,” Boy Scout interrupts before kissing her lips and jumping off the couch.
“Where the fuck are you going?” I pant as my little hellcat slithers her hand under my shorts and wraps her delicate hand around the base of my cock. I hiss at the sensation and lick my lips, staring at Boy Scout. “You better get your ass over here right now. Our girl has something in her hand just for you.”
His eyes smolder with a heady gaze as I insert a digit into Princess’s pussy, making her moan and squirm beside me.
“On second thought, I’d rather you watch me on my knees eating our woman out.”
“You read my mind. I just need to grab the handcuffs real quick. I think we left them in the bedroom.”
“Always the kinky fucker. Fine, go and grab your toys. But if you come back and find me nine inches deep into the sweetest pussy you’ve ever tasted, don’t come crying to me that you missed the show.”
And on that note, Boy Scout runs to the back of the loft, knowing the clock is ticking on him.
“What do you say, Princess? Do you want to start without him?” I arch a mischievous brow.
“I think it’s only fair since he didn’t wait for you to wake up this morning to have his way with me in the shower.”
“Is that so?” I smile devilishly, playing with her swollen clit.
“Uh-huh.” She nods, her head flying back onto the couch as she rides my fingers.
“And just what did I miss? I’m dying to know.”
“Just Chad pinning me to the wall and fucking my brains out. What more can I tell you?”
“Details, woman,” I reprimand on a growl, slapping her pussy and gaining a little whimper out of her. “I want details.”
“I’ll do you one better. I’ll show you.” She wiggles her brows before straddling me.
My hands go to her lush ass as I kiss my girl like she deserves. And like the little temptress that she is, she gives in to my kiss while dry humping me in such a way that it has me fucking delirious with lust.
Fuck Boy Scout. I’ll fuck him later.
Right now, all I want is to be inside this little she-devil of a girl. I want to see her ride my cock as she cries out my name, telling me how much she loves me. And if Boy Scout hurries his ass up, I’ll even let him join in.
I’m about to pull her bootie shorts down her legs when a loud roar breaks my concentration.
“The fuck is going on here?!” Roman Grayson shouts, heading toward me like a bull seeing red for the first time, promising that he’s two seconds away from murdering my ass.
“Shit!”
I kiss my girl because if I’m going to die today, then I want her sugary taste on my lips to send me off. I jump off the couch and run left to right, dodging Rome’s attack.
“Dude, I can explain.”
“Explain what, asshole? That I just caught you trying to screw my baby sister? You’re dead! Dead!”
“Roman, stop! Holland, do something!” Elle begs as I try to zig-zag my way out of this.
At the mention of Holland’s name, my eyes land on the girl fidgeting nervously at Princess’s side, holding her back just so she doesn’t get caught in the crosshairs of her brother’s fury.
“Yo, Holland? Nice to see ya, girl.” I wave with a cheeky smile, knowing Rome won’t like me messing with his woman one bit.
“Oh, you fucker! You are so dead!” Roman growls, launching at me again and missing.
Damn, he’s fast. He almost caught me that time.
“Saint, stop pissing Rome off. And you, big brother, stop being a Neanderthal. Gahhd!
” Elle reprimands just as I catch a glimpse of Chad walking back into the room.
“Found them! You guys wouldn’t believe where we left them last time.” Chad laughs excitedly, waving the fuzzy pink handcuffs in the air.
“Not the time, Boy Scout. Kind of busy not getting killed over here.”
Rome glowers over at Chad, who suddenly remembers what he’s holding in his hand. He immediately throws the cuffs behind his back at lightning speed, the loud clink of metal hitting the hardwood floor only adding to his poor attempt of discretion. I’d laugh at how fucking cute he is if I thought I could get away with it.
“The fuck is going on, Elle?” Rome asks, running his fingers through his hair in exasperation. “Why is this guy here and Chad too? You better explain real quick young lady, because I’m losing my patience.”
“I think that boat has sailed, baby,” Holland teases, walking to his side and entwining her fingers with his.
“Don’t start, little liar. I need some answers, and I need them now. So, which one of you has a pair of balls and will tell it to me straight?”
We all look at each other, Elle throwing her arms into the air when she sees we’ve picked her to face her irate older brother.
“Pussies,” Rome mutters under his breath when Elle struts right over to him, chin up and head held high. But before she’s able to get a word in, Rome turns his head to the side, staring up at the ceiling, unable to look at his sister.
“Umm. I think this will run a whole lot smoother if you put on a shirt, Elle,” Holland points out, eyeing our girl’s state of undress.
Elle’s cheeks turn a pretty shade of pink, realizing she’s only in her bra. Instead of having her do the walk of shame over to the couch and search for her tank top, I pull my T-shirt over my head and throw it to her. She throws me a grateful smile and puts it on. It looks enormous on her small frame, but at least it gets the job done.
“Start talking, rugrat, and fast. I have half a mind of packing your shit up and taking you home this instant,” Rome threatens.
“That’s not happening,” she retorts coolly. “This is my home now. Ash and Ollie gave me this apartment to do with as I please. Which means if I want to have friends over, I will.”
