Little Stranger (The Web of Silence Duet, #1)

by Leigh Rivers

He slams Adam’s head into the wall with enough force that I cringe at the cracking sound. Once, twice, three times, and blood splatters as Adam goes limp on the ground.

JESUS DUDE?

“What conditions?” I ask, and she gives me a warm smile. “One condition. We promise Olivia to Adam.”

What

You can’t leave—you have… ties to our family. You’re a Vize.”

Why isn’t Malachi

He told me that night, while we watched a movie, that he was going to find a tattoo gun and put his name on my thigh,

I didn’t refuse—I didn’t feel like I could. He didn’t even want to do it—he doesn’t like me that way, but when we said we’d pretend, his maid overheard and ratted us out, so we’d been forced to have an audience.

What in the hell is going on in this family

Not only is he five years older than me, but he also keeps calling me “kid,” even when he was inside me.

Ew????

Malachi’s contact details and sending him my location. Screw the consequences.

Uh oh

stop beside Malachi, whose gaze is now fixed on Parker. “Thank you,” I say. “He was going to make me blow him and his friends.”

Idk that now is the time to say that

“He said no to the arrangement! I had to make him say yes! She was a virgin, and he didn’t want someone innocent!” Dad’s jaw ticks, his nostrils flaring

Mom fucking sucks no wonder Malachi doesn’t talk to her

He gives me a warm smile. “I’m going to fix this, angel. No one tries to hurt my child and gets away with it.” He walks away, shouting over his shoulder, “Malachi, grab your baseball bat and meet me in the garage.” “Oh, he already got them.” Dad stops, turning. “What?” “They’re all dealt with.”

W DAD THOUGH

I got them, Dad, Malachi signs, and my eyes widen. He never talks to him. Ever. Never mind calling him Dad. It hits my father, and I can tell he wants to hug my brother, but he won’t. “Good one, son. If any cops show up, I’ll deal with them.” He gestures to the stairs. “Go shower. You’re covered in blood, and it’s staining your mother’s carpets.”

Can we bond over divorcing mom next

At least I know Adam wouldn’t ever hurt me.

Malachi is gonna kill him

He tilts his head, frowning. You know none of that was your fault, right?

He’s sometimes reasonable and I want to root for him so bad. I need to know his trauma

I ride his face and finger as it eases in and out, going deeper as I push against the back of his hand, moaning aloud and not caring if our parents can hear us. “You’re doing so well, Malachi,” I praise, grabbing his other hand and wrapping my fingers around two of his. “Push these inside my pussy while you suck my clit. Fuck both of my holes with your fingers.”

Perhapsssss shut up

I don’t know, he signs, and he genuinely looks

dumbfounded. I don’t understand the way I feel. It’s different. Like I don’t have any control.

a five-year-old girl called Molly.

Mollys gonna snitch

he’s contemplating divorcing Mom for her actions,

Reasonable

but he still loves her, so he won’t.

Damn

He hauls them off my legs and tosses them behind him, making them fly down the grand staircase we’re at the top of.

I thought you were in your room??

A presence behind me makes me freeze, and I glance over my shoulder to see Malachi getting on his knees behind me, stroking his cock from

No way

I try to sit up, but he snatches my nape and keeps me on all fours, pushing my head onto my dad’s chest. His heart is beating so fast, like a drum, as Malachi lines the head of his cock up to my entrance. He’s not going to…

WHAT THE GOD DAMN HELL IS HAPPENING

Against my inner turmoil, and the fear that my dad might be dying, my pussy aches for him. It’s vile and wrong and sick, but I need him inside me.

HUH????? I CAN’T MAKE MY TEXT BIG ENOUGH TO EXPRESS MY LEVEL OF HUH????? ??????????????????

check my dad’s pulse, which is weak but present. “Dad, stay with me. I’m going to get you to hospital,” I say with a shaky voice as I pull on my panties and jeans, Malachi’s cum already leaking out of me.

SBR B FETAHYY Y RN CD DF BBFG GIRL ARE YOU SO FOR REAL

I shoulder past Malachi and run to the kitchen, slamming my fist on the emergency button on the wall, sending signals to the nearest cop car and ambulance. I glance up at Malachi as he follows me back to my father’s body. “I’ll give you a head start,” I snarl, trembling, the sirens already sounding nearby. “Run, Malachi.”

I have never felt so absolutely baffled by a situation I think

Part Two Malachi – 8 years later

WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON I THINK IM TERRIFIED

I’ll make sure I kill my dad this time, and I’ll strangle Mom with his intestines

Oh he’s alive after that 😬

“I can try to forgive him. From what I know from the PIs I have following him, he started therapy two weeks ago.”

I— 💀