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CHAPTER1
Bunny
“Here comes little rabbit, hopping down the halls…” The stupid song continues as I duck my head and speed walk past Chester Matthews and his idiotic jock friends. Hiking the strap of my bag up higher on my shoulder, I grind my teeth as I stop at my locker a few feet away, sensing he’s ambling towards me.
“Hey there, little rabbit. How about you come keep me company tonight?” His hands grab my hips, and he digs his erection against my ass. His breath smells like garlic.
“Please don’t touch me,” I squeak out. I hate this guy, but I’m not brave enough to report him. I’ve witnessed him harass other girls over the years, and things typically don’t end well for any of them. He’s the star of the team and protected by almost every other male in this stupid school.
“Or what, little rabbit? What are you going to do?” His tongue flicks out and touches my skin, and my stomach revolts.
My eyes dart from side to side, seeking anyone’s help. There’s nothing. No one.I can’t wait to graduate.“Get away from me, Chester.” His bark of laughter comes off as harsh and filled with menace.
Pressing further into me, his imposing body slams me into the locker, where the metal scratches my cheek. I hiss out at the sting of pain.
“You can’t stop me, little rabbit. I could take you right here, and no one would intervene. You’re helpless. Accept it.”
The bell rings, and kids file out of classrooms. Someone bumps Chester from behind, knocking him away from me, and I’ve never been as glad to be so petite because I’m able to escape. Running away, I tuck my head down so he can’t see me and rush outside to the car my new brother-in-law insisted I accept. Until now, I’d been nervous about driving it. Now, I’m grateful.
Remaining just within the speed limits, I rush to work, out of breath and on edge. I barely have the car shut off before darting inside Fresh Foods, where I’ve worked as a stock girl for the last year. I need to brush the day off, and losing myself in the mundane task of stocking shelves helps.
“Hey, Bunny!” Ronald, the security guard sitting at the front door, greets me with a friendly smile.
“Hey, Ron. How are you?” I’m early but acting as if I’m late because I just want to be left alone.
“Good, good. You okay?” He taps his cheek, and I bring my hand up to my face, now worried there’s more than just a scratch.
“I’m good. I’ll see you later.” Sprinting to the employee lounge, I beeline for the bathroom and notice crimson droplets have run down my cheek and neck and stained the collar of my shirt. “Shit.” It didn’t feel like such a big deal at school.
Dampening paper towels, I wipe the dried blood off and grab a band-aid. It looks terrible, but it’s better than nothing. The side of my face is sore because let’s face it, Chester wasn’t gentle. He was aiming to hurt me. Intimidate me. And frankly, it worked. Thankfully, though, it’s the weekend, a long weekend for Easter and my eighteenth birthday, so I needn’t worry about him for the next few days.
* * *
Well, the weekend has been a bust. I’ve spent nearly all my free time working because avoiding my sisters is easier than explaining the swollen lip and undeniable bruise that affects my cheek and neck. I’ve always bruised easily, but this is ridiculous.
Instead of celebrating my birthday on this beautiful spring day, I’m working until nine, with the hopes that my sister Summer will have left for her job at the club by then, and my other sister Valentine won’t expect me to come to the main house. Hopefully, Roman will keep her occupied enough that she forgets about me.
When Valentine and Roman got together, I’d been ecstatic. Nobody deserves love more than Valley. She’s been mine and Summer’s rock since our parents died ten years ago. Last month, we moved into the guest house on the property of the home Roman basically gave to Valentine. It’s a McMansion. Huge. More than we have ever known before.
Because I’m still in school, I have to live with Val, which is fine. She’s been like a mother to me all my life—even when our parents were alive. Seven kids meant our parents needed help from my older sisters. Being the youngest, I have been shielded and protected. Which is why I can’t tell anyone about Chester and his jerk friends at school. Valentine and Summer especially. The three of us are like The Three Musketeers. Inseparable.
That’s not to say my other sisters don’t love us; it’s just how it is. And that’s okay. Really, it is. But sometimes, I get lonely…even when they’re all surrounding me. Something is missing, and I don’t know what that something is.
Maybe it’s because my middle sister, Autumn, has been missing for months. Maybe it’s because Valley fell in love. I’m not sure. But I feel like I’m aimlessly wandering through life now, which is quite silly because I’m still in school. I haven’t had a chance to live yet.
“Excuse me?” Black boots enter my line of sight from my crouched position on the floor. Glancing up wearily, I’m met with dark-washed jean-clad legs, thick, muscular thighs, and a bulge that snatches my breath. Tattooed hands that I want to lick. As well as a chest three times the size of my body, clad in a tight black shirt that strains at the seams.
“Hi,” I squeak out with a wave, forgetting I’m at work. A sexy smirk crosses the man’s face. A devilish five o’clock shadow covers his jaw, and his incandescent eyes make my mouth water.
“I need a little help.” His powerful arms cross over his impressive chest.
I take a cleansing breath as I blink up at him. I then get to my feet, pinch my wrist behind my back, and plaster on a smile, hoping he’s oblivious to me wishing to climb him like a tree. “How can I help?” He doesn’t need to know that his standing nearly a foot taller than me is a huge turn-on. I’ve always enjoyed larger men. Men who could swallow me whole—not that I would know. I’ve never been touched or kissed before.
Just icky Chester. And I definitely don’t wanthistouch.
“Well, this is a bit embarrassing.”Not if he knew how wet my panties were.“I’m looking for Epsom salt and can’t find it anywhere.” His hand rubs the back of his neck as his eyes eat me up from head to toe. “I checked the baking aisle, which my sister said it would be in, and there’s a ton of shit there, but none ofthisstuff.”
Covering my mouth as I giggle, his glare narrows, and my eyes lower submissively. He is undeniably dominant. It’s written all over him.
