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Sirens get closer and I’m suddenly surrounded by police officers and EMTs. “Sir, you need to let go of her so we can help her.” I feel someone put their hand on my shoulder and I look up, glaring at them. “Sir, please. We need to help.”
Blais pulls Theon’s large body off Allie, leaving me holding her like I’ll never let her go.
“No.” It’s all I can manage to say. I promised I’d never let anything happen to her. I promised her and I fucking failed. This is my fault. I shouldn’t have let her come. I was distracted. I shouldn’t have fucking danced. If I would have been out here five minutes earlier, maybe I could have saved her. She’s gone because of me. I ruined her. She never would’ve been in this situation if it weren’t for me.
I was supposed to protect her!
I fucking failed my baby sister.
“Ace, man. Let them take her.” I hear Blais’ voice. He leans down next to me, grabbingonto my arms, prying them off my sister. We all look like fucking shit right now, like blubbering messes, but Blais is being the voice of reason. He’s trying to protect us from the pain, trying to comfort the agony ripping through my soul.
“Blais,” I cry out as I release Allie’s body and slump into him. I look over my shoulder to see Theon leaning against the wall looking paler than usual, staring at Allie’s body. The despair racking his body is prevalent, and his body shakes with agony, morphing into pure rage. “We’ve got you. We’ve got you.” Blais keeps repeating as he holds my weight. He quietly cries as he rests his chin on the top of my head. He rubs his hand up and down my arm as he rocks me back and forth. His comfort is the only thing keeping me together in this moment.
The longer I sit here, the more anger heats in my blood. I’m disgusted with myself. Disgusted with whoever did this. My entire body is radiating with fury and I can feel my hands itching to punch someone. Someone did this to her. Someone took advantage of her, taking her away from us. Away from everything she had to live for.
Whoever did this will pay. They’ll wish they never stepped foot in this club and took the only light I had in this world. Whoever it was took my family from me and I’ll take everything from them. They will beg for mercy. Beg for me to end their pathetic lives.
Controlling my breathing, I slip on a mask to cover my devastation. They just woke up a beast and I refuse to go down easy. I will fuck this entire city up for Allie.
“Go get the names of everyone who came here tonight.” My voice is void of all emotion.
“W-what?” Blais’ body freezes, still holding me. I push out of his hold to stand up.
“Get the names of who was here tonight,” I demand. My heart is ripping out of my chest right now but I need to be focused. I need to do this for Allie.
“Ace, it can wait. Let’s focus on Allie,” Blais says, trying to keep me grounded. He comes closer to reach out for me, but I step back.
“I said go!” I roar, losing my composure. He looks at me for a moment longer, then walks over to Theon, helping him up. Theon blankly stares at me and then at all of the officers and EMTs surrounding us, but follows Blais. Based on the hollow look in his eyes, he doesn’t have a grasp on the situation. He looks just as lost as I feel.
Looking down, I see that I’m covered in her blood from head to toe, and it’s a reminder of what I’ll do to the person who did this to her. This entire city will be painted red before I’m done with it. I plan to get vengeance for my sister.
They will pay, Allie.
I’ve been lying awake on this lumpy mattress for hours with my eyes closed, trying to force myself back to sleep to avoid the boredom I feel. Theon brought me clothes yesterday, but I haven’t seen anyone since. It’s been complete silence. Pulling the blanket up, I try to shield my eyes from the blinding lights. The assholes won’t even turn them off for me, so the bulbs right above my bed irritate the hell out of me at all hours of the day.
I groan, clenching my fists together in frustration. My mind hasn’t stopped spinning since I woke up, reliving every moment since I woke up strapped to that table.
Yesterday, I fucked one of them. I fucked one of them and actually liked it. Craved it.
I know I planned to use my body if I had to, but I didn’t know it would feel so good. The cuts, the sex, the taste of my blood on his cock—it was all so damn good. I’m not exactly sure what that says about me.
With Ace walking in, throwing me around after, and being his usual asshole self, it made me horny enough to use my fingers to get off one more time before I fell asleep. Ace may have worked me up, but my mind was completely on Blais and his beautiful tattooed cock.
Not that I didn’t want to think about Ace, I just won’t give him that satisfaction, even if he wouldn’t find out about it. He’s a dickhead that gets off on knowing he affects me, and I refuse to inflate his ego anymore.
I turn on my right side to avoid the pain radiating through my shoulder from Blais’ aggressive bite. Damn, he got me good. Looking over, I can see the sore wound with the oversized shirt sliding down my arm. It stopped bleeding for now, but it’s still an angry bright red. I can see the indents from where each of his teeth broke through my skin, from where he made sure to leave his mark on me.
It probably needs to be cleaned, but I don’t have anything, and it’s not like they will help me out for something this minor. Their torture is really taking a toll on my body. The longer I’m here, the weaker I feel. I’ve been trying to save as much energy as I can because I haven’t had my daily workouts like I’m used to. The torture has messed with all of my senses, putting me off-kilter and unable to respond the way I normally would. It’s fucking with my head, and I don’t like it.
Ace confirmedyesterday that they’re going to kill me once they get what they want. I’m surprised they even cleaned up my wounds and wrapped it after Ace fucking shot me.
The cut on my lower back isn’t stinging as bad anymore, but I’m unable to see it so I don’t know what it looks like. It’s no longer bleeding, but the dull pain reminds me it’s there. The longer I’m here, the more the marks on my body seem to be adding up. My entire body is going to be bruised and battered by the time they kill me.
My thoughts jump to how tantalizing it would’ve looked seeing Blais’ tattooed dick painting us both with my blood. Fuck, I’d let him glide it over every inch of my body, just to feel his skin against mine. My pussy twitches, reminding me of the sweet ache between my legs. My greedy core wants to go another round with him, but judging by the anger radiating off Ace, I’m not sure he will allow that to happen again.
I need to stop this. I can’t be lusting after them.
All fucking three of them…if I’m being honest. Even if the hatred is prevalent every time we’re in the same room, I can’t help but feel the lust-filled tension that suffocates us.
