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Her pink lips press into a thin line. “It’s time to grow up. We all have to do things we hate sometimes. Look at your father; he went to prison, sacrificed it all for us.” I roll my eyes. “Everything he did was his own fault.”
Wow.
My gaze passes over the nightstand and then the bed, where I notice something red on the all-white comforter. Pulling the comforter back, I let out a shriek of terror because on my mattress is a dead rat, with a knife stabbed through its body.
I knew that was coming eventually
Quinton. He did this to mess with me, to hurt me. By giving me the blankets, he gave me a false sense of hope. He made me think that if I let him do what he wanted, he would help me, but what he really wanted was to hurt me, to make me look like an idiot.
Mmm. TBH, I actually don't think it was him hunn.
If he wants a game, then he’s going to get one. It might be me versus everyone else, but if what my mother said is true—that no one can kill me here—then I’m at least safe from that. No matter what I do to get even, he can’t kill me. I let my eyes fall closed with that thought in my mind. I have to find a way to take back my life.
😬😬😬 I meannn, I’m all here for it. And it makes total sense why you would automatically assume it was him. But, I reallyyyy don’t think it was him.
Staring up at the ceiling from where I’m sprawled on my bed, I wonder how many days a few actually is? I’ve stayed away from Aspen for three days now, and the urge to go and find her is growing by the minute. I’m just not sure what I’ll do to her yet. All I know is that I need her in my grasp.
Sounds a bit sadistic but also obsessive..
“Q, you should really talk to Mom—” “No.” I shake my head. “I’ll talk to her when she is ready to tell me the truth about my birth mother.” “Q…” Scar gives me her best puppy dog eyes, and I already know I’m going to give
Adopted ???
“Quinton,” she whispers, almost like she can’t believe I’m here. “Mom.” In my eyes, she is my mom and always will be; even if we don’t share DNA, we share more important stuff. Love. Memories—laughter, sadness, happiness, and pain.
Hmmm...maybe affair baby
Aspen turns away from the girl and starts walking around her. That’s when her furious glare lands on me. I’ve never seen her eyes filled with so much hate and anger. Like a volcano ready to erupt, she stomps toward me like some kind of shieldmaiden ready for battle.
Lmaooo. Here we gooo
“Are you happy now?” she yells once she’s closer. There is so much venom in her voice, she barely sounds like herself. She stops right in front of the table, and before I can even comprehend what is happening, she swipes my tray off the table.
Oh goodnesss. 😬🥴
The whole cafeteria goes quiet, the only sound Aspen’s ragged breathing. “I. Fucking. Hate. You.” Each word drips from her lips with venomous rage.
Honestly, I’m proud of her.😭🤷🏽♀️
I watch her, stunned by the whole situation. No one shoulders past her this time. Instead, they step out of her way like she has some kind of disease they are worried they’ll catch. “Does she have a fucking death wish?” I hear Ren’s question, but I can’t manage a response.
😂😂😂🤦🏾♀️
Sitting on Adela’s bed, I cradle the picture frame between my hands like it’s a priceless artifact. Her smiling face beams back at me. At that time, she didn’t have a care in the world. Her big blue eyes were so full of life, her smile jubilant, her hair soft. She had her whole life ahead of her, and now she is gone. Dead.
Aye pal...thats the game
What the hell are the feds doing here? That question disappears into thin air as the four men start to tear apart Adela’s room. “No! Leave her stuff alone!” I yell over the noise, but no one is listening. They tear off her bedsheets and flip over her mattress, knocking down the picture frame in the process. Carelessly, they walk all over her stuff,
Yeeaah. They're so careless and rude
I might be my father’s son, but I have a heart, and it beats proudly for my family. One of them steps on her picture, the glass crunching beneath his foot, and the sound penetrates my heart. In a haze of despair and fury, I watch as they destroy her room. Tainting all of her stuff… the only thing I have left of her.
Aaww. Thats sad 😔. I’m sorry.
Will I ever be okay? I think of Aspen, and that only intensifies my rage. I know it’s not her fault, that it’s her father’s, but that doesn’t change anything, not in my mind. To me, she’s the enemy, and the stunt she just pulled put a bright red X on her back.
Oh noo🤦🏾♀️
Aspen will suffer the consequences of her actions because not only will I not be seen as weak in front of my peers. I won’t let her think for a second that she has a chance at winning control over her life back.
Ugh..booo🙄
“Being college students, we had little money, so I started hacking. At first, it was for small amounts and nothing heinous, just here and there, but like anything, it spiraled out of control. Before I realized what I was doing, he had me hacking into the CIA database.”
Niiiccceee
“Hey, are you okay?” I ask, gently rubbing her upper arm. She looks up, her eyes brimming with fear. “Thank you,” she whispers, and only then do I realize who she is. “Adela?” I’ve only met her once before, but I remember her to be Xander Rossi’s oldest daughter.
Gasp...
“You’re nothing but a dirty pig. Do you have to force all the girls because you can’t find someone who actually wants you?” “I could, but that wouldn’t be as much fun.” Matteo chuckles before ordering, “On your knees.”
Gross. I fucking hate him
“Now, let’s see how many times I can shove my dick down your throat before you pass out.” I’m just about to start screaming when the shadow of a figure comes up behind Matteo. “What the fuck are you doing?” Quinton’s voice
Oh noooo. I don’t see this ending well. 🤦🏾♀️
The space falls into a deafening silence. Yet again, I think Quinton will stop this and protect me from them like I protected his sister that night at the fundraiser. Quinton’s eyes bleed into mine, a million unsaid words lingering in the air between us.
Ohhhh, he probably doesn’t even know about the thing with his sister..plus.. after the thing you did to him in the cafe he’s not really in the best of moods. 😬..I don’t think this is gonna go the way you hope sweetie🥴
“What do you want to do, Q?” Matteo presses. Without ever breaking eye contact, Quinton says, “Only if I get her first.”
🤦🏾♀️….
She is on her knees, looking up at me in disbelief before fear takes over. Nash and Marcel are kneeling next to her, holding an arm each, immobilizing her completely. Both watch with excitement as I undo my pants.
Oh..please don’t do this..
All that matters right now is Aspen on her knees in front of me. My cock is so painfully hard, I have to swallow a groan when I take it out. Through her lashes, she gives me one more pleading look, begging me not to do this without words, but it’s too late. I’m too far gone to stop now.
Smh..to think i felt bad for you and what happened with your sister..
“Open your mouth, and don’t even think about biting me. If I feel even the slightest graze of your teeth on my dick, I will fuck your ass instead, and guess what? I didn’t bring any lube, so I can guarantee it would be an unpleasant experience… for you, at least. Got it?”
Woooowww.
Grinding my molars together, I rein in the anger I don’t understand. So what, he wants to fuck her? I should let him. I should let them all fuck her. I should, but I won’t. “I said, hold her still, not grope her so she’ll fight more,” I grit out.
Dude..🤦🏾♀️..I don’t understand you.
Fisting my cock with one hand, I grab Aspen’s chin with my other to tilt her head up to me. “Be a good girl and open your mouth.” Her eyes are still defiant, but she knows this is a battle she can’t win, and cooperation is going to save her pain. Her mouth opens slowly, her bottom lip trembling as her gaze turns hazy.
Ugh..i fel bad for her. Smdh. He sucks.
Using both of my hands, I cradle her head between them and hold her in place. “Open your mouth and relax your throat.” She does as I instruct. A whimper passes her lips, and she lets her mouth fall open.
Poor girl.
I use my thumbs to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes as I start to fuck her face in earnest. Losing the last thread of control I was holding, I thrust my cock into her throat mercilessly. Over and over again, I shove myself into her warm mouth, making her gag at the intrusion.
I feel so bad for her…Smdh. I hope he makes up for this in a really really big way.
Aspen keeps her eyes squeezed shut, probably wishing for this to be over. Little does she know, we have just begun. Everything around us fades away, and all that’s left is her and me. The sound of her gagging mingles with my pleased grunts,
Dude..you're delusional
When my release finally ends, and I pull out of her throat, she sucks in a panicked breath and starts coughing furiously. I let go of her face, and the guys release her arms. She slumps forward, trying to get her breathing under control. Her whole body is shaking, and my conscience roars to life as I look at her small body huddling on the ground in front of me.
Oh ..now you have a conscience ??? The must gaze has cleared huh ??
Matteo steps in front of her, taking my place. Grabbing a fistful of her blond hair, he pulls her head up, forcing her to look at him. “Suck it good because your spit will be the only lube you’ll get,” he warns. Her tearful eyes flare with anger, and then she spits in his face. “Fuck you!”
Kick him in the balls !
“That’s enough. Let her go.” “Are you fucking serious? We’re not done with her,” Matteo interjects. As soon as the words leave his mouth, he knows he’s made a mistake by talking back to me. Instead of letting go of his arm, I twist it around until he yelps in pain.
Oh whateverrr. Fuck yoouuu
I release Matteo with a shove, and Aspen doesn’t waste any time. As soon as she is free, she is on the move, but instead of simply making a run for it, she gets up and throws her fist into Matteo’s kidney. He grunts and slumps over in pain while she takes off before he can recover.
Good for her...she should’ve punched you too ! A nice good throat punch.
It takes him a moment to recover. When he straightens back up, he turns to his guys. “I’m gonna make her pay for that. Next time, she’ll get more than a dead rat in her bed.”
I knew it wasn’t Q ! But still, I’m very pissed at him right now.
“It was great.” Matteo chuckles. “But nothing compared to what’s coming next.” “How the fuck did you get into her room?” “Easy.” Marcel shrugs. “The janitor made us a copy of her key card. We can get in any time we want.”
Oohhh. Of course..smh.
“Give it to me,” I demand, holding out my hand. Marcel looks a bit stunned but reaches back into his pocket and pulls out his wallet. He finds the card and hands it to me. “You only have this one?” I look around into all three faces. When everyone nods, I continue,
Whatverrrrrrr🙄
“No one goes into her room besides me. No one touches her besides me. No one torments her besides me. She is mine and mine alone. If I find any of you are doing anything to her, I will cut off your balls and shove them down your throat. Is that clear?”
Whatveerrrr🖕🏽. Why can’t you just be honest and admit you like her and that you don’t actually hate her for what her father did.
They went into her room and destroyed her bed right after I gave her a new blanket. All the pieces click into place. She thinks it was me, and I can’t blame her for that conclusion. She thought I played her, and that’s why she made the scene in the cafeteria.
Look..he is smart🙄
Still, she made a scene, making me look weak in front of the entire school. I had to do something to retaliate, no matter her reasoning. I don’t feel guilty about what I did to her just now,
ARE YOU SERIOUSS ????? I feel like you skipped a couple steps there to prove a point no ?
Quietly, I head to my room. I briefly think about taking a shower, but that would mean washing Aspen away from my body. The thought of her dried spit remaining on my cock makes the fucker twitch in my pants. God, I’m fucked up. My mind twisted and depraved, but instead of feeling apologetic about it, I embrace it. Embrace the darkness running through my veins.
Welp..at least you're self aware
Wrapping my hand around the length, I start stroking myself and imagine going to her room. With the key card, I could slip inside unnoticed, climb into her bed, and pin her beneath me before she even wakes up.
Sick🤦🏾♀️
My little fantasy comes to an abrupt halt as I wonder if she is even in her room now. Matteo said they fucked with her bed. Surely, she won’t sleep in it after they put a dead rodent in there. But where else would she sleep? Did she get a new bed? New room?
Strange man. A little bipolar. It’s like you want to hurt her but also you want to take care of her ???🤦🏾♀️
“Just calm down,” Quinton repeats, his voice low, soft, and it’s only then that the words he said sink in. When I woke up, he said, “Calm down. It’s me.” As if the fact that it’s him visiting me and not someone else would calm me down. Is he really that delirious?
Yes. He is. Lmaoo.
“I just brought you this.” He picks up a comforter and hands it to me. I look at it, desperately wanting to take it, but I’m not stupid enough to do that. Not again. “No, thanks.” “Just take it.” “No!
Period. Cause fuck him !
Is this your ‘I’m sorry’ gift?” “I’m not sorry.” He shrugs. Of course, he’s not. Someone like him doesn’t feel remorse. “And this isn’t some mind game. I told you I would get you a new blanket, and I’m keeping my word. I didn’t put that rat in your room.”
Woooooow.
“Great, so everyone in this school has a key to my room?” “Not anymore. Only I have a key now.” “Is that supposed to make me feel better?” As I say the words, I already know that it does, and I hate it.
Hmmm.
hate that out of all people in that group of guys, Q makes me feel like he is the lesser of two evils.
He just sexually asualted you...howwww ??? You’re entitled to sit in that anger..you’re entitled to be attracted to him too but don’t let that attraction override facts…
“Just leave me alone.” The words come out half-hearted, knowing he won’t listen anyway. Still, I close my eyes and hope for the best. Of course, I was right. He is not going to leave me alone.
Of course
Instead, he throws the blanket on top of me. Startled, I try to kick it off, but before I can manage, I’m lifted off the floor and pulled onto Q’s lap. “What the hell are you doing?”
Oop..umm
