Beautiful Fiend (North Shore, #1)

by Lola King

Put in the work. So I can go to the UFC. This is what I’ve dreamed about for as long as I can remember. Making money out of my passion. Getting away from the North Shore.

I’m going to win, and I’m going to become a professional MMA fighter. I fucking deserve this.

“That’s my little sister, y’all!” Lik shouts at whoever wants to hear. “She’ll kick your asses if you fuck with us,” Xi adds before we all burst out into a laughing fit.

“We got you, Bil’s,” Lik smiles. He’s got the most contagious smile I’ve ever seen in my life. He plays with his nose ring as he waits for my answer. He’s got a fashion sense that demands constant attention. It calls to everyone. Earrings, nose piercings, pearls around his neck, and a lock necklace he never takes off. I love how much effort he puts into it.

Xi takes care of drugs and hiding bodies for NSC. Lik has long stopped actively participating. He has found himself a nice hitman boyfriend who takes care of him and earns money for the both of them.

The heat of the crowd hits me as soon as we enter the warehouse. It contrasts with the cold night outside, and I’m glad I left my jacket in the car. The music is loud, Smells Like Teen Spirit now blurting out of some speakers. Everyone has started to gather around the small ring, and my siblings and I make our way through the mob to end at the front.

Everyone who is part of the North Shore Crew has a dagger tattooed on them, with the letters N.S.C. on the handle. Mine is between my breasts, dipping onto my sternum, just like my sister's. Xi’s is on his shoulder, and Lik’s is on his forearm, below his elbow.

In contrast, all people who are part of the Kings crew have a crown tattooed somewhere on their body. People choose wherever they want to tattoo based on which crew they side with, although Caden’s is famously on his neck for everyone to see he’s part of the original Kings.

I shake my head and turn toward the ring again. My heart drops when I see Caden in it. He’s topless, and I have a perfect view of his defined arms. I’ve never seen him without a shirt on.

Usually, he parades around town with ripped jeans and a black t-shirt. He’s got an edgy, punk look with chains hanging from his jeans and a leather jacket. Usually, he’s wearing layers of silver necklaces around his neck and a silver moon earring with multiple thick rings

Smash

No, tonight he has on black gym shorts that hang low on his hips and show his white boxers and perfectly carved Adonis belt. His rings are gone, as they’re not allowed even in underground fights, but mainly…mainly he’s topless, and my heart just won’t get over it.

Caden is not a big guy. No, he’s the kind of tall and perfectly defined type of man. Muscles only and nothing else. They are so prominent right now as his tattoos move over his chest and stomach as he laughs. His bestie Ethan must have said something to mock Titan because Caden throws him another look before practically bending in half from laughter.

Caden turns to Titan and gives him his most demonic smile. The easy laugh now gone as the man I know he truly is, takes over.

I feel the world disappear as his piercing eyes cut through mine. My soul gets agitated, and my stomach flips. There is no one else in this room except the man who has taken pleasure in hurting me.

He is as beautiful as a god and as dangerous as the devil himself.

I was looking at the way his sweaty chest was moving up and down so quickly the massive tattoo of a snake eating its own tail was trembling.

And now I’m letting him hypnotize me again. His fists are moving fast, his muscles flexing, and his countless tattoos rippling on his arms and shoulders.

I can only nod as my eyes return to Caden. He’s showing his closed right fist to the crowd. It’s bloody, but the letters on his knuckles are as clear as ever. K. I. N. G. I’m hot and bothered

Me lmaooooo

He sticks his tongue out, winking, as some of his friends take pictures of him and it shows the piercing he’s got on it. My knees almost buckle as the phantom touch of that piercing on my clit awakes a need in me. The things he did to me…

Caden must catch me fixating on him because his eyes dart to mine, and he winks at me before turning to join Ethan and Elliot.

ahhhhhhhhhh winks?!

“Big doesn’t mean strong,” Xi says as I feel them walking away. “Look at Bil’s. Tiny fucking thing beating the shit out of everyone.”

“That’s fucking hilarious,” I grumble. “Just give me my phone and save yourself the humiliation of getting your ass kicked by a girl half your size.”

Just as I’m about to land in the hold of another, someone grabs me by the upper arm and pulls me away. I glance around, taking a few deep breaths until I feel like the ground isn’t tilting anymore. My eyes practically pop out of my head when I realize the hand on mine belongs to Caden.

He’s topless under his leather jacket and my heart squeezes at the sight. “Boys,” he says with half a smile. “Three against one, that’s not exactly playing fair, is it?”

Smash

“Tsk, tsk,” he tuts at me, reeling me back. “You let a five-foot girl kick you in the balls, man? Sounds like a you problem. Not really her fault, is it?”

“See, the problem is,” he pulls my top low enough that the top of my boobs is showing. Then he pushes his index fingers hard against the bruise he left on me last week, making sure to hurt me in the process. “This, boys, has Caden King written all over it. And I’m afraid if I see you touch what’s mine again, I will have to kill every single one of you in the most sadistic way you’ve ever seen. And,” he inhales through clenched teeth, “it will be fucking bloody. Believe me.”

“She didn’t have the…the usual, you know?” And by the usual, he means the necklace Caden leaves on every woman he fucks. Every time I see a girl walking around with hickeys going from just below her ear to her chin, I know Caden had sex with her.

“Well, that’s because I haven’t fucked her yet, Matthew,” he says with a silent ‘duh’ at the end. “Maybe I’m trying to be a gentleman here,” he concludes, his hand still on my tit and his grip bruising my arm.

I struggle out of his grasp, and he finally lets me go. I rapidly twist around to face him and point my index finger at him. “I didn’t need your help,” I rage at him. “Even less your hands on my body. And let me make one thing clear: You and I will never—and I mean never—have sex together. Do you underst⁠—” “What the fuck?” he grounds out as he wraps a hand around my jaw and tilts my head to the side. “Cad—” “Did they hit you?” “What?” “Your cheek,” he insists, his grip tightening.

AHHHHHHHHH WHO DID THIS TO YOU

“Did. They. Hit. You?”

“You’re the toughest little cookie, aren’t you?” he mocks me.

I wrench my wrist away from him. “Sure, boss,” I smile sarcastically as I walk away. “I could get used to you calling me boss,” he shouts at my retreating back, so I make sure to flip him off.

The rich kids eye my shitty car as I drive past their prep school so I lower my window and offer them my ringed middle finger. I hear one of the girls in a group talk to her friend as I’m forced to stop at a red light.

“You wanna come to a North Shore party, princess?” She nods and bites her lower lip. I reach into my pocket, pull out my switchblade, and press to get the blade out. “How healthy is that kidney of yours?” Her eyes practically pop out of her head as she takes a step back. “What the hell!”

I bite my lip and think of the latest thing that got me rock-hard. Big, brown doe-eyes flash in my mind. Her small face and plump lips. Her feistiness and the way she always yells at me. I imagine her small tits in those tight tank tops she always wears. The bruise I left on her. I see her on her knees in front of me, with her mouth full of my cum, and I hear the noises she makes when she pretends she doesn’t like the way I touch her.

Of course, all the Stoneview moms I fuck behind their husbands and children’s backs discuss me behind mine.

zip up my jeans and desperately try to rearrange my black hair, to no avail. It’s to my ears and always messy no matter what I do. Strands constantly fall into my eyes, and I run a hand through them to try and see clearly.

By six p.m., I’m back home with almost two grand in my pocket. Three tutoring lessons and three fucks, plus what I stole from them. Stoneview moms pay a lot of money to fulfill their dirty desires.

“You know what, bro. I just remembered, my girl is waiting for me to have dinner. So Imma head out. I’ll catch you⁠—” Blood spurts as soon as the bowling ball hits his face, and he falls to the floor unconscious. His head cracked with the force of my hit.

“I just want to be very clear,” I explain as I walk to them, warming up my wrist with the heavy black ball in my hand. “You’re both being killed tonight because you touched what belongs to me. And the unfairness in all of this is that you couldn’t have known. Fuck, I didn’t even know myself until I saw you three fuckers messing with her.”

But then she showed up like a fucking runaway and decided that fighting me, instead of listening to me, was the best choice. That stirred something in me. Challenge. The feisty little thing keeps wanting to talk back and push me away when her body is so responsive to mine that it’s like it was made for me.

I shouldn’t care that a few people from my crew bothered her. But her cheek was swollen, and she looked like she’d been backhanded or something. She said it was her fight, but she did confirm they hit her.

I don’t like that. I really don’t fucking li...

I decided I want Billie. At least for now, she’s my toy. Mine to torture and drive crazy. Until I’m bored with her, none of...

I smile at said fuckers, knowing it scares them even more. My smile always brings fear to the people facing me.

Ahhhh hes giving landon king

“Thank you so much for making me realize even a wicked soul like mine still has a chance at chasing love.” Of course, it’s not love, but I do like a bit of dramatic effect. “Unfortunately for you, I can’t stand knowing you three have put your hands on what’s mine.”

“Ah shit, man,” I add. “No, sorry, you’re not good at all.” I place the plastic bag on his head and pull until I’m sure it’s taut against his face. He thrashes around, and I can’t help a huge smile from spreading on my face. “Snitches get stitches. And men who touch my girl get a bag on their fucking head,” I growl, pulling harder. I keep hold of him until his body slacks. When I let go, I look back at Elliot and Ethan, proud of myself. “Alright. All done.”

Hes actually insane

“Billie and I are gonna be a thing. Didn’t you know?” “Does she know?” Elliot shakes his head at me.

“Billie Scott is not your girl, Caden,” Ethan says as if I’m the craziest fucker on the planet. “Yeah, well, not right now,” I fight back. “These things take time.” “What things? Kidnapping?” Elliot scoffs.

Lmaoooooo