We Will Reign (Wicked Boys of BCU, #1)

by Rachel Leigh

For the girls who dream of having their own harem of psychos.

One face in particular catches my eye—Riley Cross. The most beautiful girl I’ve ever laid eyes on.

She’s perfection personified. An angel sent to me during one of the darkest points in my life. I didn’t want to exist anymore. Was ready to leave this world behind and face the new hell I’d entered in my next life. Then I saw her.

Even from here, I’m certain I can hear her heart beat and I’m convinced it’s beating just for me.

I know what she did. I know all her secrets, but now, they’re mine to keep. Fuck the oaths and fuck the promises. My only mission from here on out is to protect the girl who will one day be mine.

You can run, but you can’t hide. One day, Angel, you will be mine.

Because one thing I desire in life, above all else, is power for me, Maddox, and Lev. The boys I’ve climbed every mountain with. One day I will reign over The Society. One day, we three will reign over The Society.

I know what you’re thinking. I’m the bad guy, but he knew too much and that knowledge would hurt my girl. He had to go. Nothing more to it.

Ever looked at something and immediately got locked under its spell? No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t peel your eyes away? Happens to me every time I see her. Nothing else matters. Not the fact that she sees me watching her. Not the people around us. At that moment, it’s just us.

I can’t stop watching the way she lights up all the surrounding faces. She’s got that ability. A glowing ray of sunshine to everyone she’s near.

We’re alike in that way—both hiding the dark sides of ourselves. It’s painfully obvious we were destined to wreak havoc on the world together.

I’ve gotta stop doing this shit. Gotta quit watching her because it only makes me crazier. I fear one day, I’ll snap if I can’t have her. Be it my mind or her neck, something will break if she isn’t mine.

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It’s times like this that I don’t like her. Those moments where she pretends I don’t exist. Countless times I’ve watched her and I know she sees me, yet she doesn’t acknowledge my existence. What’s wrong with me? Why can’t she see me the way I see her? One day she will. Even if I have to make her.

But the truth is, Ridge doesn’t scare me. In fact, I’m grossly enamored by him. Does that make me crazy, too? Maybe it does.

Girl if you’re crazy I’m crazy too

No one will treat her like a queen the way I will. One day she will proudly wear my crown, even if it’s drenched in the blood of the men I’ve killed for her. For her. Everything I do now is for her.

“There were no ill intentions, man. I swear. I was just getting a feel for our girl.” “My girl.” I stammer out the words, making it clear that she’s off-limits. “I get it. For fuck’s sake, we know. Riley Cross is off-limits. Duly noted.” “Do you? Do you really get it? Why the fuck are you calling her our girl? Mine, Maddox. She’s fucking mine!”

Maddox might be right, but if Riley drags me down with her, it means she wants me near her. In that case, drag me down, baby. Abuse me. Hurt me. Love me.

Ridge has a way of captivating my mind. It’s like every logical response to his behavior vanishes and I’m left to my own devices, which is never a good thing.

“Here’s a little taste of what’s coming.”

If only I could go back and love her from the second she was brought into this world, I would have kept her safe from all pain, even if it meant us leaving this world together to escape it.

“I know what you’re thinking. I’m fucked up. But love makes you do crazy things. And I, Ridge Foster, am madly in love with Riley Cross.”

His doctors call it alexithymia and say he lacks empathy. Lev can feel emotions; he just doesn't know what it is he’s feeling. Now, the only way he expresses his feelings is through anger. He’s on medication that keeps him in check, but he’s completely zombified on that shit. He tells us he just doesn’t give a fuck, but we know better. Somewhere inside the shell of the guy Maddox and I grew up with, is the boy we once knew; he’s just hiding until he knows it’s safe to come back out. I’ve got faith he’ll come back to us one day, but until then, Maddox and I will be right by his side.

Sometimes I think it’d be easier to feel nothing, like Lev, than to feel so strongly about a girl. One that I’ve killed for. I’m a monster. Maddox knows it. I know it. And one day, she’ll probably know it, too. But she’s worth it. I swear to fucking God, she is worth it.

“Jesus Christ, man. You could have killed him. Are you sure she’s worth all this?” “This and more.” This and more.

“Oh, and, Ry,” she hollers over her shoulder, “Ridge says hi.”

Ridge is an enigma and the less I know about him, the more I want to know it all.

I’m not a prude or anything. I have no morals that I’m sticking to. Honestly, I want to fuck. I want to fuck hard and a lot. And I’m going to, dammit.

“Do I make you nervous, Ridge?” My hand extends, fingers spread, and I rest it on his cheek. “Well…do I?”

“How many of them?” She makes no attempt to be inconspicuous as she turns around, now walking backward. “Three. The crazy one. The cute one. And the weird one.” It’s funny that I know exactly who she’s talking about and in which order—Ridge, Maddox, and Lev. Although, they’re all cute, in their own way.

How dare he talk to another girl when he can’t even say a single word to me. And where are they going? Is he leaving with her? She wasn’t even cute. Or maybe that’s my jealousy talking. Oh my god. Am I jealous? I am!

Me: Why do I make you so nervous? Unable to take my eyes off the phone, I sit down, almost missing the resting log. Ridge: Why don’t I make you nervous? Me: Maybe you do. But you didn’t answer my question. Ridge: You’ve moved me, Angel. You’ve woken something inside my soul and now it will never rest again. I can’t risk fucking it up. Me: And what if you already have? I did slap you. Have you forgotten? Ridge: I’ll never forget. I’d happily let you do whatever you want to me, as long as your hands are on my body. In fact, I want to tattoo your handprint on my cheek as a constant reminder of the first day we kissed.

“Ridge loves you the way Ridge knows how to love. It’s messy and chaotic. A bit distorted and morbid. But I can guarantee you’re the safest in his presence.”

“When I say jump, you better fucking ask me how high, because I know what you’re capable of, and soon, everyone else will know it, too.”

“You are the only star in my sky, Angel. Guess I never realized you were also shining in someone else’s.”

He shouldn't be giving her that security. I should. Instead, I’m out fighting demons on her behalf, just so she can keep her wings. And that’s the thanks I get. I’d rather she spit in my face and tear my heart from my chest.

Me. Riley Cross. I’m nobody to everybody, but everything to him. I’m everything to him. My heart swells at the realization.

“Do you love me, Ridge?” The words spill out of my mouth with no thought process behind them and now that they’re out, I wish I could take them back. Once I know, I’ll never forget. “More than anything in this entire world. I remember the first time your heart called to me, unknowingly. It was like a song in the wind. I laid eyes on you and all hope for myself was lost because I knew I’d do anything in this fucked-up world to keep you safe, even if it meant slowly killing myself in the process.”

“Three weeks before I saw you for the first time, at the end of the summer, I tried to end my life.” He holds up his wrists, showing the marks I’ve seen before. “I failed miserably but told myself I’d try again. I was ready to leave this world. There was nothing left for me in it. Then you appeared, my angel. You revived my heart and breathed life back into me. I knew at that moment, I had to stay for you. Even if it was just to keep you safe for a little while.”

“I don’t want your friendship, Angel. I’m not giving up on you. Just because you’ve closed the door on us, doesn’t mean I won’t keep trying to get through it. Take my apology if you will, and I hope you will, but I’m not going anywhere.” He stands up and slides the seat beneath the table. “You’ve moved me more than any human can ever move another. That’s not something I’m willing to let go of. Not in this lifetime, and not in the next.”

Stunned. Speechless. Completely fucking consumed by this girl. That’s the only way to explain how it feels kissing her right now. The room could be filled with people and all I’d see is her. We could combust into flames and I’d only hold her tighter.

“Tell me you want my mouth on your cunt.” “I…I want you to.” “That’s not what I said.” I add another finger, shoving them so deep inside, her cries echo off the walls. “Tell me you want my mouth on your cunt.” “I want your mouth on my cunt,”

“I want you to come on my face, Angel. And when you’re done, I want you to come again around my cock.”

“Don’t ever hide yourself from me. I want to see every flawless speck of your skin.”

“Why do you want to hide your body from me after it just became mine?” “I’m…I’m not yours, Ridge. I don’t belong to anyone.” My head shakes in rapid movements. “No. You are mine. Always have been. Always will be. Don’t talk like that.” “Can I please get my clothes?” “You wanted this. You initiated it. You kissed me.” Words spill from my mouth like running water, rising in pitch. “You wanted me to be your first! You wanted me to fuck you!” “I did. And now…it’s over.” “Oh, Angel.” A devilish laugh vibrates in my throat. "It’s not over. It’s only just begun.”

“He might be a sicko, but he’s a sicko who would move heaven and earth for me.”