Ravage (Dance With My Demons, #3)

by Steph Macca

The goal was to keep everyone in the facility safe, not just her." "Don't you dare talk to me about getting close to her,"

Ahhhhh

Damon looks at me with a serious expression. "It's time to break out the gear, Grey."

We breaking out

"She's fine," Dr. West replies dryly, turning the machine screen to face him. "We'll start with seventy volts at an interval of one millisecond.

Wtf

Especially Grey and Ashwood. That's the hold that Avery has on us. We'd all walk through fire and broken glass to save her. What a strange turn of events.

Suddenly, a loud bang echoes around the corridor, shocking even me. Metal clanks on the ground as I watch the other guard fall face-first, gun scattering away from him. Amused, I turn around to find Avery staring at him wide-eyed, gun held in her hands. "I'm not going back," she whispers firmly, gaze finding mine. "You heard the lady," I say, glancing back at the last guard. "She's not going with you. Consider this your termination."

Fuck yeah

Theo raises an eyebrow. "It's obvious he likes you, Aves. I can see it from a mile away."

Hes so well adjusted

"You're fucking perfect," he growls into my mouth. "So fucking perfect. And mine." "Ours," comes a voice from behind him. "She's perfect and ours."

My boys!! Add Damon

"We were wrongly informed of another student's passing. It turns out she was in a critical, emergent condition—thus the misinformation.

Pfft ok asshole

Damon likes her. Not tolerate, not like as a friend. He LIKES her.

Correct

With all that in mind, it drives me insane thinking that we are now here. Is he even capable of love? Would he love her like I do? Or will he break her into a thousand pieces and make me choose? Because I know without a doubt, I'll choose her.

Damnnn

She relaxes slightly. "And what's the plan if they do try to take me?" "We kill them," the three of us say in unison.

Boyfies!

"I'm f—" "If you tell me you're fine, I'm going to bend you over the table and smack your ass right here."

Woof

"Avery," he says finally. "You're not weak. It's okay to fall apart if you need it. Just as long as you can put the pieces back together. Grey and Ashwood will help with that." "Will you?" I whisper, looking at him.

Ahhhh

"My mistake was leaving that bastard alive after he killed my mother. And I never make the same mistake twice—I always follow through on my promises."

I knew it

"My fallen angel," Grey whispers, fucking me harder. "You fell right into the Devil's arms."

And grr

"He drank it, pledged the dead man."

We've both pledged our allegiance to the Deadman.

If they want to play God, then I'll do them one better. I'll be the Devil.

My boy

"She's a dark horse. Imagine what will happen when she finally takes hold of that pain and runs with it. Imagine what she can become."

"You'll have to be patient with me, Doc," I mumble, pressing buttons on the machine. "I'm not sure how to work this exactly. But I'm a quick learner—I'm sure I'll figure it out."

Ooo Theo get him

"Yes," I finally answer. "It's also why my room is number one. I was the first patient admitted to honor Lily's memory."

Thats Fucked

"Dead," she mutters. "Or at least… D-E-D. That's why Grey calls you Deadman." My eyebrow shoots up at her revelation, perplexed that we've made the jump from that information to my adored nickname so suddenly. "Damon Emerson Alexander Dale," I tell her with a smirk, the memory bringing some joy to the situation. "Despite my father's protests, my mother made sure that I carried her family name too."

She needs a push… well, a fucking shove, to take the step.

Exactly

Little Killer – You are my absolute everything. Everyone deserves the chance to love you too. So, if your heart belongs to three people, then that's okay. I'm not going anywhere, no matter what happens.

Ahh

"I'm important to you?" I ask quietly. "Of course you are," he answers, grabbing a strand of my black hair and playing with it between his fingers. "You're also an important member of the society."

Out of all the guys damon has me giggling and kicking my feet

Avery lets out a little sound of surprise as Grey grabs her underwear, pulling them down her legs. He bunches them up in his hand, tossing them to me across the table. I catch them easily, wrapping them around my left wrist like a bracelet.

These boysssss

"How does she taste?" I ask Grey with a smirk, eyes laser locked on the half-completed tattoo. "Fucking incredible," he murmurs from under her skirt. "You can really taste the pineapple."

Bahaah

"Definitely sweeter," he muses, walking around the side of the table. "I think Theo should see for himself." There's a strange glint in his eye and when he stops in front of me, I shake my head, amused. "Taste our girl," he says, throat bobbing as he grabs my jaw. Resisting the urge to laugh out loud, I open my mouth just as Grey spits into it. Avery lets out a startled, throaty whimper at the scene, and I turn my head to face her. "He's right," I say calmly. "You do taste fucking incredible."

I screamed! Angels gained wings!!!!

An amused look crosses Dr. Smith's face. "The queen protects the king."

"Meaning you're terrified of me and had to build a literal prison to lock me up so that your bed feels safe at night."

Wild

When Lilydale was set up, my father handpicked the board members and key players, including Arthur. But since Lilydale's mission statement was projected to be a mental health institution with my upcoming admission, of which was listed as indefinite/ongoing, they had to give me shares. If they wanted to use the trust funds for my admission, it had to be paid for so to speak—an eye for an eye.

This is insAne

If there's one thing my father loves more than money, it's power. He hated that I held fifty-one percent to his forty-nine thanks to the trust. But that all changed. Avery changed that. The night I bargained with my father to bring her back, to keep her out of federal prison, he only asked for one thing. Two percent of shares.

Omggggggf

"Fuck it," he snaps.

Its here!!!!!

"It's me," I answer in a sing-song tune. "Your favorite boyfriend-in-law." Even through the door, I hear Theo let out an exasperated groan. "Can't let me have a moment's peace, even in here?"

These two lol

"Maintenant tu es à moi aussi,"

Grr woof

"He had to have done this. But I thought he liked her…" Dorothea's cold, rigid body is burned into my brain.

Aw Teddy rip bitch

Damon pulls back, checking my face one more time before dropping to his knees.

There is a dead body right there

I watched the recorded footage from our new cameras, listening to Arthur's phone calls yesterday. From them, I know my father is going to make an appearance today—anything to gloat in my face on the one day of the year that he knows he can fuck up. It's also the same day that he murdered my mother. So, it seems poetically fitting that I ruin today for him just like he ruined my birthday for me.

Fuck. Him.

"As an initiative and a show of good faith, we will be offering a reduction on your sentences here for anyone who voluntarily opts in to join the trial. All we need is your signed consent and upon completion of the trial, we anticipate you'll be in a position to leave Lilydale."

In a fucking body bag im sure

"He's going to send them out of here in body bags,"

Wow im good

"Welcome to the family, daughter-in-law."

Omg wbatjshsibss

She squeezes my arm, falling quiet. I can sense the dots connecting, her eyes darting over to Christopher—probably realizing that the piece of paper he had her sign this morning was a marriage license. I should have told her, but I didn't want to ruin our little bubble of happiness. I didn't want to put that weight on her shoulders just yet.

Lmao i mean yeah

That's my fucking wife.

Omfg

That's when it hits me… I'm the one that's been shot.

Oh my fucking god!!!!!!!