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“Software?” I question, feeling my lips beginning to wobble. Be strong, Ella, don’t show weakness.
“Ella, you're my daughter, it’s natural for me to worry.” There’s a chill in his tone that makes my eyes blur with tears. “So, do you want to explain to me why you were in Manitou Springs last night between 6.45 and 9.30?” his finger slides over my clavicle and down between my breasts and I feel the first tear spill on to my cheek.
“I was visiting a friend.”
“A friend,” he repeats, unconvinced.
“Uh, huh,” I nod, praying that he believes me. He has to believe me.
“Are you lying to me?” he growls, his hand reaching up to clasp my jaw, and I lift my head to look at him. He’s so angry.
“You know, if I find out you were with that boy. I’ll kill him,” he threatens. The look in his eyes forces me to believe him. Nyx may be strong and seem invincible, but my father is a man who always gets what he wants. Jesus, that’s what the man could have been here today for.
“I wouldn’t lie to you,” I assure him, crossing my fingers behind my back and praying that he believes me.
“Who was the friend?” he asks.
“Olivia, Olivia Fellows. Her Mom owns a nail bar in town, she helps out some evenings. I was just giving her a hand.” I know that if he checks he’ll find that the nail bar actually exists. I just hoped it’s enough for him to not question me being there.
“You must be punished for lying to me, Ella, do you understand that?” he asks me, pretending like he isn’t going to enjoy what he’s about to do.
My head nods back at him like an obedient puppy because I’m too scared to respond any other way.
“Good girl, move to my desk, and rest the front of your body against it,” he commands, stepping out my way. I look back at him in horror. Fear wrapping itself around my throat, and strangling me into silence.
I take the five steps towards the desk and cautiously lean over it. Petrified of what’s coming next as I press my chest against the wood surface. I shudder when I feel his hands rip my jeans over my hips, immediately panicking that he’ll see my tattoo. Whatever punishment this is will be a whole lot worse if he sees that.
So I press my thighs tight together to try and keep it concealed.
Closing my eyes, I grit my teeth, and wait to hear the click of his belt, expecting the same punishment he gave Mom the day I rode off with Nyx. I guess I should be grateful he’s actually punishing me this time instead of her.
What I get is much worse. His open palm comes down hard against my ass cheek. His flesh against my flesh, and his low satisfied grunts torture me with each harsh impact. I try so hard not to react, to hold in my disgust as his fat fingers grapple and imprint my skin. Salty tears seep over my cheeks and slide between my lips as I bite down on them to stop myself from wailing.
“Look at you, your thighs tensed together. Is your pussy wet, you filthy little whore?” he grunts from behind me, causing bile to clog my throat. I close my eyes and try to think about Nyx. I imagine all the things he’d do to my father if he knew what he was doing to me now. And I know without a single doubt that he would kill him, and then he’d be locked away from me forever.
My ass feels like it’s on fire when Father’s finally finished with me, and as he grabs a fist of my hair and pulls me flush to his body, I feel his spit land on my cheek as he serves me one final warning.
“Don’t lie to me again, Ella, I will always know.” He releases me suddenly, sending me flying forward onto his desk with a thud. My cheek slamming against the polished mahogany and anger coursing through me like a wildfire.
“I hate you,” I manage to lift myself up to scream at him. “You’re sick, the way you touch me, the way you look at me. You shouldn’t be allowed to judge other people. I’m gonna tell everyone what a sick pervert you really are.” I march past him to the door but I don’t make it. He yanks me back by my hair, almost ripping clumps from my scalp as I resist, and then he forces me forward so hard that the front of my body slams hard into the door I was justtrying to escape from.
His chest presses into my back, heavy breathes landing in my ear, and his hard cock pressing against my spine.
“I doubt that darling,” he warns. “Your mother is fragile to say the least. How would she cope with the scandal? She can’t lose me, Ella, not without sinking right back down into the gutter she crawled out from.” His fingers soften, massaging my aching scalp.
“You will keep those pretty lips closed…” he whispers into my ear, “and I might just let you stay intact.” He pushes himself off me and I fumble to find the door handle, finally locating it and somehow managing to scurry out into the hall.
I race up the stairs and lock my bedroom door before pulling myself under the comforter. Only then do I finally take a breath. My whole body shivering from his threat, and my ass stings from his filthy handprints.
I want Nyx, I want him to come and take me away from this hell and protect me. And as thick tears leak onto my pillow, I form a plan in my head. Tomorrow when I see Nyx, I’ll ask him to take me away from this place. To start afresh with me. Fuck College, fuck my mother, fuck everything. All we need is each other.
Resting on one ass cheek the whole way back from Denver is no fuckin’ fun. We’re a little behind the other brothers, and I’m hating every minute of riding shotgun in the cage, instead of riding my bike. Nyx has been quiet the whole journey, eyes focused on the road ahead of him, but then the kid never does have much to say for himself. Even I can tell thatsomething’s been eating him up lately though. I know that look, the doubt, the frustration. He’s fallen hard, and I pray for his sake it ain’t with who I think it is.
Luckily, Walker from our Utah Charter was an army medic back in his day. He removed the slug from my ass and stitched me up before we put my bike in the back of the van and set off a little after the others.
Having some distance between me and Squealer right now is probably a damn good idea.
Nyx looks across at me and sniggers. And yeah, I see the humor in the fact I’ve been shot in the ass by one of my own brothers. It was an accident on Squeal’s part, and he apologized, but it’s still a fuckin’ inconvenience.
