Page 46 of Dangerous Allure

“I’m sorry. You have to go with them or they will kill me on the spot and put my brothers in jail. I can’t leave Axel unprotected.” I confess and she nods, wiping her cheeks. Grabbing her bag, she takes my hand and climbs out of the truck.

“It’s okay. I understand.” She whispers as I walk her to the limo and place her hand into his. He takes it and she gasps as he quickly moves to throw her into the limo. I take a step closer but the gun cocks.

“It was a pleasure doing business with you. We will be in touch soon,” he says, unbuttoning his suit jacket and sliding back into the car, shutting the door.

I watch as he leaves, wishing there was something I could do. As I watch the tail lights start to fade, the barrel is removed from my head only to slam against my temple, blurring my vision. I stumble as he does it again, only this time, black dots litter my eyes as my knees hit the pavement and I fall face first onto the concrete. My vision goes black as I watch the limo disappear.

Holding my head, I wait a few minutes for my vision to clear as the squeal of tires sound in the distance.

Getting up, I manage to get in my truck and find the strength to head home. The need to get all my brothers home and tell them what happened so we can come up with a plan weighs heavy on my mind.

After what feels like forever I arrive home, shut the truck off, climb out and stomp up the stairs, swinging the front door open.

Stepping inside, I grab the back of the couch and lift, tossing it across the living room. I roar in anger before walking over to the coffee table and smashing my fists right through the glass. Heavy feet come rushing down the stairs as I continue to tear up the house in a fit of rage. Strong arms grab me and throw me against the wall, pressing his forearms against my chest.

“Calm the fuck down.” Braxton growls as Rick flies down the stairs.

“What the fuck is going on?” he asks and I growl.

“Ease up. I’m fine.” I say to Braxton and he releases me. I pace the room, pulling at my hair. I should’ve fought harder. I should’ve done something. Anything.

“Harley. Fucking spill, brother. What the hell happened to you?” Brax growls and I pull at my hair again.

“I swear to god, I will fucking lose it if you don’t fucking say something Harls.” Rick spits and I stop, spinning towards them.

“Fuck!” I roar as I rear back and punch through the drywall. “I gave her to the devil. I let her go. She’s his and now I don’t know what the fuck to do!” I spit. Rick’s eyes narrow and Brax’s fists tighten.

“Who?” Rick asks.

“Presley.” I say through gritted teeth.

“Where is she?” Brax growls.

“Radley pulled me over at gunpoint and threatened to kill me. He said he’d put all of you in jail and leave Axel unprotected if I didn’t hand her over. So I did.” I admit as Rick falls to his knees. Brax doesn’t say anything, just stares at me in disbelief.

“I’m so sorry. I failed her. I failed all of us. Fuck! We need to get her back.” I say as Casp storms through the door stopping in his tracks.

“What the fuck is going on?” He questions, but I shake my head.

“Well, if you assholes aren’t going to tell me, then fine, but you all need to see this.” He says, taking out his phone as we all look at the screen. He presses play and my whole world spins at what I see.

“No…no fucking way.” Rick says as I take a step back.

“That can’t be true.” Brax says as his twin growls.

“It seems our girl has been keeping a very big fucking secret. She’s a fucking escort for the founding families and she enjoys it. She’s a fucking liar and a fake.” He spits, but that doesn’t make sense, not in the least bit. I need to sit down and think.

Fuck. This is about to rock everyone to their core, especially Axel.Fuck.

Chapter 29

Presley

Leaving Harley and getting in that limo was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do and I will never blame him for having to choose between me and his family. He chose right, because at the end of the day, this is my life. It’s what I was destined for. No matter how hard I fight it, no matter how hard I push, I will always end up back here in fucking hell.

What I didn’t expect was to be strapped to a table in the basement of the Radley’s mansion with men coming in and out to do as they please to me. For what feels like hours, I checked out of my brain and tried to find a place to crawl into, to drown out the grunts, the moans, the pain lacing my body. But I couldn’t.

Every last happy memory has been stripped from me, just like my clothes and humanity. I’m just a warm hole for these men todump in. Hours and hours of different people coming and going, touching and pulling, rutting and thrusting. I hate it. I hate it so fucking much.

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