Page 1 of Dangerous Allure

Prologue

Presley

Present Day…..

Strong hands pull me from the body lying on the linoleum kitchen floor causing me to drop the knife with shaky hands.What the fuck did I do?Standing up, I slip, and those same powerful hands catch me. Everything is so quiet, or I momentarily blacked out and went deaf.Am I in shock? Is that what this is?

Glancing around the room in a daze, I know where I am. I smell stale cigarettes and copper. The kitchen is a mess from what happened just moments ago. Broken dishes, glass and silverware litter the floor.Blood. So much fucking blood.

I shiver as a gust of cold air blows through the kitchen window sending goosebumps along my skin.Why isn't anyone saying anything? How did this happen? I’m so confused. I shake my head, looking down at the blood soaking into my black ripped jeans as they stick to my skin and the once white, now red tank top clinging to my chest and stomach. How did we go from secrets, lies and lust to murder? My hands are full of so much blood, literally and figuratively. All of ours are. Some more than others.

My eyes connect with icy blue orbs that see past all the hurt and trauma, but hides behind his own feelings. He smirks while someone is whispering in my ear, but all I hear is whooshing as my heart thumps out of control, causing my chest to heave.Am I having a panic attack?

Warm soft hands touch my chest, trying to calm my rapidly beating heart as another lifts my chin to look into dark, sad eyes. Blood coats his fingers and it’s not the first time I’ve seen this color painted on his skin.

I jump as the door slams but Mav moves quickly and pushes his warm body against my back while Axel steps up and closes me in. I shut my eyes, trying to center myself, but I can’t.Everything is fucked.How the hell did we get here?

This story needs to start from the beginning. Back to when I was just the girlfriend of the star quarterback, working daily to get the fuck out of this town. All I ever wanted was to start a new life away from the darkness and the depravity. Only to become this: a stone-cold killer, surrounded by the men who paved my path of destruction. Men who stole my heart, protected me, but yet let me fall just to teach me a lesson, to make me stronger. But they’re here with me now and that’s what matters most. I’m no longer alone with the weight of the world on my shoulders and a mess to clean up.Fuck.

I push them away, stepping out the back door and letting it slam as I walk down the wooden steps into the overgrown grass that tickles my ankles. The sun beats on my skin, drying the blood that’s soaking into my clothes. Looking up at the cloudless sky, I try to find an ounce of peace in all this. You would think after what I just did I’d find solace, but I don’t. It’s only brought madness to my mind and I’m not sure how to process it all.

Hearing the door clatter repeatedly behind me, I take a deep breath and spin, looking at all of them. No one says anything, but they all wear the same expression on their face; even my fallen angel. A look of admiration and lust fill their eyes, making me feel like I’m their latest prey.I’m just not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing.

We take one another in, basking in the sun, not feeling the cold as the wind picks up around us. A moment of fucking peace, but it won’t last long. Nothing good lasts forever.

I’m Presley Hart, and this is my fucking story about the five Cyprus Brothers of DaggersPoint.

Chapter 1

Presley

**On Page Rape**

Two months ago….

“Come on little girl, open up for daddy,” he grunts, slapping my cheek with his rancid cock.

“No, get the fuck away from me, asshole.” I yell, thrashing beneath him, but he pushes my arms higher above my head.

“Take it, you little bitch. Your mother is shit at satisfying a man but you are the perfect little ripened plum.” He groans, inhaling the side of my face as I continue to thrash under his hold, screaming for help that never comes. He drugs my mother almost every night and she never wakes to help or she just doesn’t care. Tears spring in my eyes as he pulls my hairback in his fist so tight it feels like my scalp is going to rip. “You know you like it. Service me like the good little bitch you are or else I’ll jerk my cock and spill my load all over your face. The choice is yours.” He whispers, licking the shell of my ear. I spit in his face, causing him to slap me, whipping my face sideways. Wrapping his hand around my throat, he squeezes. “You little cunt, keep fighting me. It's just making my dick harder for you, my little darling daughter.”

Suddenly, I hear a phone ringing, and my name being yelled.

“Presley,” a warm hand shakes my shoulder causing me to snap out of the nightmare I was in.“You okay, Pres? I’ve been calling your name for the last five minutes.” Harley asks with concern laced in his dark brown eyes.

“Yeah, I’m good. Sorry I was zoned out.” I reply. The lie on my tongue tastes so bitter. He folds his arms and gives me the, ‘I don’t believe a word you said look’, and I roll my eyes.“Don’t worry about me, old man. I’m just a lonely girl in the world daydreaming of the future away from this place. Let me be great.” I say, leaning my face on my palm, fluttering my lashes, causing him to laugh and shake his head at me.

The front door opens, ringing the bell as a customer comes in. Harley gives me a wink before turning to take Mr. Jenson into the shop to show him how his car is coming along.

Harley Cyprus is sexy as fuck, covered in tattoos, with dirty blonde hair that you can run your fingers through. He leaves the top long and shaves both sides. Most days he looks like a wild man, all greasy from working on cars all day. He has a goatee and a strong jawline I’d love to sink my teeth into, but I can’t because he is a taken man. His girlfriend Amber Horvath is a straight ‘see you next Tuesday’.I cannot stand the bitch.Her voice alone irritates the fuck out of me. Harley’s twenty-three years old and the owner of Cyprus Auto.

Apparently, his rich Grandad left a few businesses and a big old house for him after he passed away which is located over in Brimstone across the Whitestone lake. He has a couple of brothers, but the only one I have ever met was Maverick, and damn, have I met that boy. Mav is one of my closest friends, and were each other's firsts, but that’s as far as it goes.Friend zoned.

He’s a year older than me and runs “The Dungeon”, which is a boxing club by day and something else entirely by night. I’m forbidden from that place after dark and I haven't a clue why, which grates on my nerves. It’s like they can’t trust me with their secrets, but then again, I am the secret keeper. They don’t know half of what goes on with me. Lie after lie, day after day. One day it will all implode or it won’t, but I have to live with this shit until I graduate.

They say your senior year of high school is the best year of them all and so far, only a month in, I despise it. Between the classes and all the fake people that surround me, it’s complete bullshit. I just put on a happy face, keep my grades up, and try to earn as much money as I can to get the fuck out of here as soon as I walk across that stage with my diploma in hand. Nothing is going to stop me from getting what I want. Not even my current dickwad of a boyfriend Jacob Lee Radley, star quarterback for Brimstone High with a full-ride scholarship to play ball.What a crock of shit.

Harley comes back into the office holding his phone, sending out a text.

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