Page 21 of Dangerous Allure

“I did for the most part. Brax took me out to lunch–” I start to say but Mav slams on the brakes in the middle of the road causing me to brace myself so my head doesn't smash into the windshield.

“What the fuck Mav?” I yell as he turns in his seat.

“My brother took you out?” he growls.Oh, is he jealous? That’s new.

“He sure did, and I had a great time, too.” I say. He slams his hand on the steering wheel as he puts his foot on the gas and continues to drive.

“Is that a problem?” I ask and he grunts.

“Nope. Not at all.” He replies sarcastically.Jesus fucking Christ.

“Am I not allowed to hang out with your brothers?” I chide as he drums his fingers against the shifter.

“You do as you please. I’ll deal with my brothers,” he simply states along with something else under his breath that I didn't catch because of the rumble of his engine. He stares forward and it doesn't take long before we’re pulling up to my hellhole.

“Thanks for the ride. I’ll see you at school tomorrow.” I say, reaching for the handle of the door. I grab the lever, but he grips the back of my neck, pulling me towards him.

“I’m sorry for being such a dick. I just want you for myself.” He admits, kissing me on the cheek. “Happy birthday, Beauty,” he adds and I nod a silent thanks. He lets me go and I climb out of the car, walk up the few steps and take a deep breath.

Opening the door, I hear him take off and I shut the door behind me, leaning my head back against it. Shutting my eyes, I think over everything that’s happened today and I feel like I have whiplash from these boys. I don’t even know why I'm entertaining any of them. I have a fucking boyfriend that I'm legit stuck with. There’s no chance for me to be with any of them, but I can’t help my stammering heart and the butterflies flying around in my stomach anytime they are near.

“Oh, you’re home. It’s about time. I have a little birthday present for you.” Stan says as I open my eyes and see him stumble a bit with a glass of what I assume is whiskey in his hand.

“I’m not in the mood for you tonight, Stan. I’ve had a long day at school.” I say, but he gets in my face. His breath smellslike stale cigarettes, rubber and alcohol. I push him away but he growls, grabbing the top of my hair and pulling me towards him.

“Don’t be a brat. Come see what I did for us.” He orders, burping in my face. I damn near spill my guts from the smell.

Pushing him off me again only gets me a slap to the face. My head whips to the side as I drop my bag, but he wraps his hand around my throat as he pulls me against his chest. Spinning us around, he starts walking towards the living room. I stumble backwards the whole way as he squeezes tighter. He doesn’t let go as I try to watch my step, instead letting me trip over something, only to fall on my ass. That’s when I realized what I fell over.Legs.Legs of my mother. I look at her still body laying on the cream-colored carpet. I gasp as I see the foam leaking from her mouth as she stares at the ceiling.

“What the fuck did you do?” I scream as I hurry to her, trying to feel her wrist for a pulse. Leaning down on her chest, I don’t hear a heartbeat. Tears stream down my face at the realization.My mother's dead. My. Mother. Is. Dead.He killed her.

“I told you, you’d be mine.” He laughs and my eyes snap to his.

“I’ll never be yours, you fucking sicko!” I yell, gripping my mother's cold hand.She’s so fucking cold.How long has she been like this? What the fuck is happening? He bends down, pulling my hair again to look at him.

“I did this for us. I gave her a little more than she could handle so that we could be together. Happy birthday to you, my new wife.” He growls as I rip his hand off me.

“Fuck you.” I spit in his face. He quickly rears back, punching me in the face. My head snaps back as it bounces off the coffee table. He climbs on top of me, punching me in the face again and again.

“You’re all mine now. No one can have you!” He growls as he hits me again. My vision blurs as he moves from my face and shreds the clothes from my body. I can’t move, can’t breathe,and all I can do is wish forthe green-eyed boy to find me and save me from my own personal hell. Another blow to my face knocks me out.

As darkness takes over, all I see are five boys staring back at me, their eyes filled with disgust.

Chapter 16

Harley

“Fuck, Amber,” I groan as I slam into her, gripping her hips roughly.

“Yes, yes, right there baby.” She moans. I snap my hips a few more times, trying to chase my orgasm before I wrap my hand in her hair and shove her face into the mattress, drowning out her annoying sounds.

As of lately, the only way I can get off is to the thought ofher. Presley and those gorgeous eyes, tight little body and plump lips I’d love to have wrapped around my cock.Fuck.My balls tighten and I pull out, nutting all over her ass, not giving a fuck if she finished or not.

This song and dance with Amber is getting old and I really need to cut her loose. I know she’s been with both of my brothers and has been after my money since the beginning. I’m not surewhy I’ve kept her around this long. She can suck dick that’s for sure, but she’s a little too loose for my liking. I smack her ass, pulling up my boxers and buttoning my jeans.

“Come on, I got dinner plans with my brothers and your ass needs to go.” I say and she huffs, grabbing her bra and clipping it over her small tits.

“You don’t have to be a dick, Harls.” She says but I ignore her. I’m just not in the mood to deal with her shit.

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