Page 1 of Come to Head

Prologue

Emilio did his best to quietly creep into the room, for he knew his precious Isa slept soundly inside. Just as he knew that when she awoke, it would be to him. Inside her. Filling her up, fucking her, and fulfilling her darkest desire.Again. He might just have to fight off two men in the process.

Chapter 1

Izzy

Over Ten Years Ago

Shock. Denial.Anger.

I shot at a man. I was almost raped. By my teacher.

Emilio Castillo saved me? With agun? What the fuck?

And now I was shoved into a room lined in velvet and darkened tones in what was essentially a mansion. On the second floor. Waiting for him.

Why am I not leaving?

I was a fucking idiot. That was the only excuse I had. I clutched the gun tighter to my chest; the safety was still off.

I heard the front door open and close downstairs, followed by footsteps.

I tensed, squaring my shoulders, unsure of what to expect.

Emilio burst into the room, searching for me. The shock from the door banging open caused me to squeeze. The gun went off, shooting into the wall to our left.

“Fuck Isa! Gun safety is important. Put the goddamn safety back on.” Emilio wasn’t an intimidating guy; he was a senior just like me. He was tall but lanky, and my guess was that I weighed more than he did. But his white shirt was sprayed with what was discernibly fresh blood.

“What happened?” I did my best to not let my voice break. “Isa? Do we know each other?” He looked vaguely familiar but not well enough for him to have a nickname for me.

Emilio followed my attention to his shirt, looking down, and his face shuttered. “An altercation, but everything is okay.” He completely ignored my last question as he pulled the same gun I had seen him holding before from behind him, gently setting it down on his dresser. “Are you okay?”

I wasn’t.

That one question deflated the last of my reserves. I put the safety back as he had shown me and set my gun down gently, mirroring him. As soon as it was out of my grip, Emilio surged forward and hauled me into his warm embrace.

He began stroking my back, and I became overtly aware that all I wore was his half-zipped jacket and a pair of leggings.

I was self-conscious. I was distraught.

I felt.

Raw.

A thousand painful prickles of what-ifs littered up and down my skin as I allowed myself to find solace in Emilio’s embrace.

“He tried to—” I couldn’t say it aloud. Speak it into existence. It would make it real. It would make me face the countless decisions I made that allowed that to happen to me.

“I know.” Emilio swept my hair back and wiped away the tears I didn’t realize were steadily pouring. He cupped my cheeks in his large hands. “I can see it in your face, but Isa? None of that was your fault. That man was—is—a predator.”

I stared up into Emilio’s caramel eyes and lost myself in the softness that swirled in their depths. There was evidence he wasn’t a good man, that even though he was my age, he had seen and done more than I hoped to ever,but I needed comfort. I needed something to fill me. Anything besides this pain. I almost lost my virginity to a horrible man.

Who better to give it to than a practical stranger?

Why not take back my control? I’m going to remember this night anyway, I might as well rewrite it the best I can.

Trauma did strange things to people.

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