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My head swims as I stand and stumble over to the backpack, pulling a sheet of paper out with my name on it.
Violet-
You’ve been chosen for the hunt. Beat us up Cascade Peak andyour college tuition will be paid for in full. But if we catch youfirst, you’re ours.
RUN
I know without seeing their names who is behind this. Blake, West, and Cody. Those arrogant, twisted psychopaths. I glance around the clearing, trying to see if I can spot them. They have to be close.
After a minute, I unzip the pack to see what they’ve given me. Everything is brand new, REI’s best, I’m sure. There’s a canteen, a flashlight, a box of matches, a knife, some protein bars and mixed nuts, rope, and a blanket. There’s also a walkie talkie with a note in the same handwriting as the first one.
Safe word is ‘you win.’ Say it into the walkie talkie and everything stops. We’ll come find you. Forfeiture results in us winning.
Fuck that.My face burns with anger. They think I’ll just roll over for them. Good fucking luck, boys. I haven’t backed down from them in years and I sure as fuck won’t be starting now. They want to battle, we’ll go to war.
My parents were killed while working up here. I practically grew up on this mountain and I sure as fuck know it better than any of them do. This forest is where I took my first steps. I learned to ride a bike on these trails.
I take a couple of gulps of icy cold water from the canteen as I gather myself. Should I walk back down the trail? Ignore this latest attempt to fuck with me? Or should I take these assholes head on? There’s no doubt I could use the money, even in the form of paid tuition.
A calm confidence settles over me as I stand and swing the pack on my back, buckling the strap around my waist. I turn in a slow circle.
“I’m going to enjoy taking all your money, assholes.” I raise my hands in the air, extending my middle finger in a double salute. “You’ll never fucking catch me.”
“Half hour head start.” Cody’s deep voice carries through the trees from my left. “I can’t wait to taste victory.”
The insinuation of his words bring an unsettling warmth between my legs. As always, I shove the thrill of the fight between us down into the forbidden box. I am not some idiot girl who romanticizes her bullies. Regardless of my body’s response to them.
ChapterTwo
Nothing is as thrilling as watching Violet Fields rise to the occasion. Her long dark hair is still in the same braid it was last night when we broke into her room. Actually, we didn’t have to break into anything. We walked right in the front door. Her loser uncle was passed out on the couch, dead to the world, while three guys walked right by him and carried his niece out under his nose.
It took all my fucking will power not to smash his face in for being so careless. I know Blake and West were just as disgusted as I was. We might have made her life hell over the years, but we’ve never put her in danger. It started with a dare from Blake to West in seventh grade, to see who could kiss her first. Then she blew them off and it became a challenge. The challenge became a battle of wills and she has never backed down.
It’s intoxicating. Her fight, her spirit, her determination to never let us win. In a town where we don’t have to lift a finger to get our way, it’s nice to have to work for it. She might be disgusted or irritated with the things we do to her, but there are times when it’s just the two of us and things feel different. I don’t have the same history with her as West and Blake, but there is chemistry between us.
Her fighting spirit is on perfect display while she searches the trees for a glimpse of us. I can’t help but taunt her as she gives us two middle fingers before jogging away up the trail. She doesn’t know it, but she won’t win. I put a false bottom in one of the pockets of the pack and shoved an AirTag inside.
This has been our endgame all along. We want this summer with her and this is the fucked up way we decided to get her. The plan is to let her get within sight of the peak before we converge on her. We want her to have victory within her sights right before we emerge from the shadows. Let her feel that surge of accomplishment before we claim her.
She’ll be pissed and she’ll pretend to hate us, but we know the truth. I’ve heard her sharp intakes of breath as I taunt her with soft touches and harsh words. I’ve seen her eyes wander down to Blake’s cock when she doesn’t think anyone is looking, no doubt remembering how much she loved sucking it.
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My cock jerks to life as I watch Blake push Violet against the wall. Her dark denim skirt contrasts against her pale thigh in the light of the moon shining into Blake’s bedroom. He palms her tits under her shirt, finally pushing the material up over them and giving us the best fucking view. She makes the cutest little whimper as he pinches her nipples.
I look over to West who looks torn between whipping his dick out and tearing her out of Blake’s arms. The vein in his forehead that pops when he’s mad is throbbing as he clenches his jaw so hard I’m pretty sure I hear his teeth crack.
“Are you wet for me, Violet?” Blake asks her loud enough for us to hear in our hiding spot. His hand has moved up her skirt now, out of view, but the way she gasps and lets her head tilt back against the wall tells us everything we need to know. That lucky bastard is playing with her pussy.
She answers him, but it’s too low for us to hear.
He moves his lips along her jaw and whispers in her ear while his hand keeps working her. She nods and runs her hands up her hips under her skirt. I have to bite my cheek hard enough to taste blood as she pushes her panties down her legs.
West growls beside me, his patience wearing thin. The plan for her was to blow Blake, not for them to do everything but fuck. That way we can record it and send it out to the whole school. A few of the guys on the football team were talking about asking her out. This is our way of ensuring she stays off limits to everyone.
I squeeze my cock as she drops to her knees. Even I’m a little jealous at the way she looks up at Blake from under her lashes. The kid is good looking, the genes from his mother’s side of the family giving him K-Pop star level appeal. He pulls his shirt off, his skin just as pale as hers in the moonlight but where she’s soft, he is all lean muscle from years of playing soccer and running track. Sometimes I’ll find myself looking at him and wondering if I’m a little gay or if he’s just that fucking hot.
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