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To all my girls who, on their way to their prince, lost themselves in the villain’s arms.
Obsessed
The North of the river is also simply known as North Shore. Overpopulated, with low to no-income inhabitants, the highest crime rate in our state, and enough criminals to fill up an average-size prison.
Our side of the river is split in two by the gangs who rule it. The Kings of the North Shore, led by the King family, and the North Shore Crew, captained by my dad and older sister.
Caden is the youngest son in the real King family. The ones who started their crew. He is a ruthless bastard, completely unhinged, with a penchant for making people suffer.
“Come out, come out, Billie,” Caden sing-songs. A threatening melody that brings goosebumps to my skin. “We’re hunting NSC bitches tonight.”
I turn back to the three guys right by us and gather my courage. I cross my arms over my small chest and try to make myself look threatening. Or at least not like a little mouse about to be eaten. I’m not weak; I have years of MMA behind me. I won’t go down without a fight. They can fucking count on that.
Caden gives me his most beautiful, carnal smile. “Billie Scott.”
Our height difference is ridiculous. I know the first impression I give. I’m small, with big doe-eyes, and on the skinnier side. But I know what I’m capable of. Caden King will not make me feel weak.
“Yeah? You think you can take me, Billie?” Caden tilts his head and bites his full lower lip. Someone so sick shouldn’t be so beautiful.
I need him lol
Karma really is a bitch tonight. And she’s coming for me.
He doesn’t say anything. His big, Cheshire smile is the creepiest thing I’ve ever seen. The moonlight is casting a shadow across his face, and he looks demonic. He lifts his foot and presses the sole of his boot against my cheek, pushing until the other side of my face is squashed so hard against the ground I can feel the pine needles digging into my skin and creating dots of blood on my cheek and temple.
“Oh, believe me. I am going to enjoy every single second of this.” He presses harder before letting go. I take a deep breath just as he tells his friends, “Put her in the car.”
“Honestly, great speech,” Caden says. He maintains his creepy smile when he adds, “Now get on your knees and open that pretty mouth.”
But never have I ever had to get on my knees for the Kings, and I don’t plan on doing so anytime soon.
“Am I? What a great way to die,” he mocks me, undoing his pants.
Caden must read my thoughts because his threats don’t stop. “Bite, and there will be nothing left of you when your crew finds you. Ever had your jaw wired shut? Test me and find out.” That kills the fight in me.
My stomach twists as he goes further, and I’m scared I’m going to be sick all over him. I feel him shift before telling me, “Open your eyes, pretty girl.” I do and recoil at what’s in front of me. His phone is pointing down at me. The flash comes on, blinding me and making me squint my eyes, but it doesn’t come off. The bastard is filming me.
“I’m going to take my dick out of your mouth, and you’re going to show me my cum on your tongue,” he says low, his phone still pointing at me.
“Don’t, don’t…Caden, please.” “I’m going to be watching this video if only to hear you beg over and over again,” he taunts. Then he does the last thing I expected. He drops his head between my legs and licks me from my entrance to my clit. I gasp, the shock so intense I don’t even register that the light from the phone is back on me.
There’s something that feels hard against my clit, that feels perfectly pleasurable, and I only realize after a minute or so that he’s got a piercing on this tongue.
Pulling away slightly, I feel his breath on me when he talks. “Huh, sucking my dick got you a bit wet, little Scott. Did you know? Let’s make it even better.” He spits on me before his mouth is on me again, his tongue playing with my entrance before moving to my clit.
Finally, he comes back up and smiles with glistening lips. “You taste fucking delicious.”
“Hey, little Scott.” His voice is soft, and I turn around, confused by the sudden change. He smiles tenderly. “Your cock-sucking skills are top-notch. Come back anytime.” He explodes into a laugh with his friends, and they shut the door in my face.
“Why do you always do this? Leave hickeys along their jaws. Like, everyone is so aware every time you fuck a girl.” We all chuckle, and I relax as the weed spreads through my system. “I like marking my territory.”
I’ve always felt more alive when the darkness surrounds us, and the stillness mutes the town.
“Gotta make sure nothing happens to you. A pretty girl like you walking alone at night. Who knows what kind of monsters could get you?” He knows just as much as I that he’s the worst monster I could bump into. Ruthless, unhinged.
Wrapping a hand around my throat, he forces me to tilt my head up. “You’re my investment now, little Scott. You can bet your ass nothing is going to happen to you. Not until I’m done with you.”
I know who did it because, right under his tongue, someone carved a massive crown on his chest. Caden’s signature.
The Kings are vicious. They pride themselves on killing people from fear. They torture them so much that their heart gives out. And they call that the coward’s way to go.
“You’re kinda hot when you’re angry and focused.” “Don’t,” I snap.
“See, if I wanted to have your pretty lips wrapped around my dick, I would have followed you after school and cornered you in that narrow alleyway you take to go back to your house. I’d have put you on your knees in the dirt, stuck between the wall and me, and fucked your mouth until you passed out. Then I’d have left you there, only for you to wake up alone with my cum dripping down your lips.”
“Smart little thing you are. Now, if you know what’s good for you, you know you don’t want to see a Wolf’s face because—” “It’s the last thing you see,” I cut him off. The Volkov organization is notorious enough for everyone on the North Shore to know their motto.
I feel him shift before his smug voice reaches my ears. “I can help you relax if you want.” “Not even in your wildest fucking dreams will you ever touch me again,” I hiss.
“I don’t know if you remember, Billie, but telling me not to do something rarely gets me to stop.”
“You know,” he says low. “For someone who doesn’t want me, you’ve come twice for me.” “Shut up,” I push past gritted teeth, not even turning around.
“I think it’s strange that you can come from being forced. I also think it’s hot as fuck.” How can someone say such horrible words with a voice projecting absolutely zero emotion?
“What do I need to do for you to just stop. Fucking. Touching me. I thought you said you weren’t interested. I thought you—” “I didn’t say that.”
I shake my head. “You’re so fucking sick,” I hiss. “You have no idea how much. I’ve been so tame with you. You can’t even imagine what I could do to that tight little body of yours.”
He bites his lower lip before a huge smile spreads on his face. He shakes the bag at me. “I said you come to me, little Scott. To give me the cash.” I feel my cheeks heating to the point that steam could evaporate into the cold air. I honestly thought he said come for me, but I must have misheard.
“If you’re that desperate to come again, you just have to beg nicely,” he sniggers from behind me. “You know what?” I turn around swiftly, and before he can take a step back, my fist flies to his cheek. He stumbles back, dropping the bag and touching his cheek. “Fuck!”
“Billie,” he teases as he straightens back up. His jaw moves from side to side as if checking it’s not broken. “You just propelled the sexual tension through the roof, baby.” He winks at me before grabbing the bag and putting it in the back seat. He walks back to his side of the car and climbs in, so I do the same.
“Fuck right off to hell, Caden,” I mumble as I start the car. “Seriously.” He laughs heartily. “Can I take you with me?”
Jab. Jab. Right hook. I take a step back, sliding to the side to avoid her attempt to hit me back. The bitch is almost done. I can see her jumping and shaking her arms, exhausted and trying to keep up. She has no chance against me.
Shes a baddie
Jumping on her, I sit on her hips and throw my fists at her face. Her arms come up to try and protect herself, but she’s done for. I put all I have into my punches.
Caden’s face comes to my mind, and I hit harder. I’m dying to take back control for what he did last week and two years ago.
I see myself in a place where I don’t know anyone, but everyone knows me for being the most ruthless fighter they’re ever seen. They’ll look at this 115-pound tiny girl who barely makes it into Flyweight, and they’ll drop their jaws to the floor when they see me win.
“The winner of this fight by T.K.O. is…Billie the unbeatable Scott!”
One day he got a call saying his ex-wife and kids had been in a car accident and were all dead. Two little girls, four and seven years old, gone, because his ex-wife had started dating a maniac who couldn’t control his anger. He never got to say goodbye. All he could do for closure was kill the fucker. No one ever found out.
He had nothing and no one. So, he became a boxing coach.
I have no doubt he sees his little girls in me. With every win, I see the pride in his eyes and the tears shining. Every time I get into fights outside the gym and kick some Kings Crew bitch’s ass, he looks at me with that disappointed expression that silently tells me to do better.
Dad
