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“I didn’t invite you to touch my body. You forced yourself on me,” Mrs Masters yelled.
“Yeah, just like your punk ass son did to Tati. Now either you call in a sexual assault, or I take matters into my hands. And those lads won’t enjoy the repercussions,” Big Al growled.
“Is that a threat?” the principal asked nervously.
Big Al leaned his palms on the table and stared the man straight in his eyes.
“Fucker, I don’t issue threats. Tati was sexually assaulted by three boys who were wounded when she defended herself. Any other girl, and you’d have the cops already here. The phone is there; make the call or not,” Big Al replied, growling.
“Look, the lads all learned to keep their hands to themselves,” Mr Tolson spoke, holding his hands up.
“You got a daughter here?” Big Al asked.
“Yeah,” Mr Tolson responded.
“Fantastic! Hellfire’s got three prospects here. I’m sure she’ll enjoy their attention.” Big Al grinned. “She’ll learn a lesson, too.”
“Surely we can resolve this issue quietly. They are great kids. This would ruin their chances at college,” the principal reacted.
“Let’s get every girl into the gym and ask if they’ve been touched against their will by these three or any other boys, shall we?” Banshee suggested.
The principal paled.
“This isn’t their first strike, is it? Little assholes assaulted another girl who you could write off? Bullshit. You had your chance; now we deal with it. Tati, get your shit; you’re done for the day,” Big Al said, rising to his full height.
“Any repercussions against our girl by this school will be taken seriously,” Banshee warned. Big Al escorted me out as the six parents began yelling at the principal. In the end, the police weren’t called. It didn’t matter because, within a week, the three boys all were jumped and beaten mercilessly by unknown assailants. Carved into their chests was the word rapist. Tony would never walk again. Beau ended up with a permeant limp, and his right arm never worked correctly for the rest of his life. Gray suffered a spinal injury that required him to undergo major surgery and be a wheelchair user for life.
Whoever had attacked them had left one last message. They’d cut the boy’s cocks off and had cauterised the wound so their dicks couldn’t be sewn back. Big Al and I had passed the DiMarco’s four weeks after their son’s beating. Big Al had leaned towards them and grinned evilly.
“Been better to have called the police and followed due process. Funny how justice works,” he whispered and then whisked me away. The last months at school had been calm after my attack and the repercussions. Not a surprise, really.
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“Come on, they’re drinking,” I coaxed.
Big Al smirked at me and shook his head. “Nope, baby girl,” Big Al replied.
“So unfair, just because they have dicks, and I don’t!” I snapped, and Big Al laughed before tossing me the beer.
“One only, Tati,” he said, and I whooped.
Chance rolled his eyes.
“Might have guessed you’d give in, brother. You can’t tell Tati no,” Chance teased, and Big Al thumped him on top of his head.
Happily, I scurried backwards with my illicit goods, just in case someone tried to steal it. We were in the backyard of the house Big Al had bought for us. The place had four bedrooms and lots of space. We were close to the Hellfire clubhouse but far enough away I wasn’t on their radar. The boys were grilling for my birthday, and there was a big fat cake to eat.
It was a beautiful house and one that Big Al intended to make a home. There was a large acreage of land, and it sat in the middle of the beauty. There was a line of sight all the way around, which helped tip it in Big Al’s favour. Hardly any repairs had needed doing, and Big Al gave me his credit card and told me to pick out paint and shit. He’d sent the prospects, Tiny and Banshee, out with me and then made them paint the rooms. They’d done an excellent job.
Big Al took me furniture shopping and bought everything new. He was letting me set up a home, and I realised that. But what I didn’t know was if Big Al saw me in that future he was planning. And fuck did I want to be part of his future? Over six months, Big Al had gained my trust and my adoration. Older than I should be emotionally, I’d noticed I had fallen in love with Big Al two months ago, but the man was as cold as ice. Any clumsy flirtation on my part was met with a gentle rebuttal. I finally concluded that Big Al would not touch me until I was a woman, which was frustrating.
But I’d got pretty good at getting myself off with my fingers and a vibrator because Big Al turned me into a sexual mess. I was not looking for a father figure, nor did I fancy older men, but Big Al drew me like a moth to a flame. I couldn’t resist his dark good looks or his soft brown eyes that twinkled when he was amused. Big Al’s lips teased and taunted me, begging to be kissed. And let’s not get started on his body.
Big Al may be forty-two, but he was fitter than many men in their early twenties. The hardness of his muscles and abs was a temptation I fought to deny myself. Big Al had my attention, although not in the way I wanted. I didn’t want to rock the applecart, but I didn’t know how much longer I could go without telling him my feelings. I felt as if my entire world centred around him. Big Al was the sun, and I was the planet being pulled in by his gravity.
Banshee leaned across to me. “Girl, if Big Al sees that look on your face, you’ll be in a nunnery before you can blink,” Shee muttered, leaning over to me.
Embarrassed, I blushed and ducked my head.
