Page 43 of Dangerous Allure

“Fuck you.” I shout, and he laughs, tightening his grip on me. Gasps echo around the room as something, or someone, crashes into the guy holding me. He releases me immediately, causing me to stumble, but I right myself quickly and spin, seeing Braxton squaring up with this dude.Fuck.I take a step closer as our eyes collide and he shakes his head, holding his fists up, ready to fight this fucker.

“Brax, no. Come on, let's go.” I plead, but he shakes his head again as I get closer. The big dude swings on him, but Brax is quick on his feet.

“Get out of here Lil’ Mama. Call Harley and I’ll meet you at the house.” He orders, jabbing the dude in the nose. A crunch echoes through the room as blood pours down the guy's face. “Now!” He shouts, causing me to jump. Picking up my bag, I haul it over myshoulder and exit the cafeteria, taking out my phone and calling Harley. It rings twice before he answers.

“Hey, Pres. Everything okay?” He asks, and I sigh.

“No, can you come get me, please? I’ll explain once you get here and FYI, Brax is going to be suspended.” I say and he curses on the other end.

“I’ll be there in five.” He growls, and the line goes dead. Walking down the hall, I see security high tailing it towards the cafeteria and pick up my pace, leaving the school’s back exit. Walking down the steps, I enter the parking lot and walk towards the gates when suddenly I’m grabbed from behind and a cloth is put over my mouth. Screaming, I thrash as the blue sky spins and darkness seeps into my vision, causing my body to go limp.

Jolting awake, my eyes snap open and I groan, feeling like death warmed over. Rubbing my eyes, they finally clear and a body sitting in a chair comes into focus.Fuck.

“I’ve told you time and time again that your behavior lately was unacceptable. You have been sneaking around with those Cyprus brothers and that just makes me look stupid. I won’thave that. You will not embarrass me after everything I do for you.” He snaps as I stand, walking over to him and placing both my hands on the armrests, caging him in. Looking into his eyes, I smile and spit in his fucking face. He growls, rearing back to slap me, but I take a step back as he swings and misses, only pissing him off further.

“Fuck you, Jacob. I’m done. You and I are over. Go find another trophy fucking wife to use and abuse. I’m out.” I spit, walking to the door, but he quickly rises from his seat, wrapping his hands in my hair, pulling me back and throwing me to the floor like a rag doll. He bends down, getting in my face, gripping my chin so roughly it’s going to leave fingerprints.

“You don’t call the fucking shots. I say when we are done. Not you. Fall in line, or Iwillfucking kill you,” he growls, the scent of liquor hitting my nostrils. I laugh, trying hard to pull out of his grip. But he tightens his hold, digging his fingers into my skin.

“Kill me then. You think you’re a big man? Do it.” I challenge as he lets me go, standing to his full height.

“Get dressed. Your outfit is on the bed. And if you don’t, I fucking will do it. And maybe I’ll make your little boy toys watch.” He threatens, bringing his fingers to his lips. “I should call them over for a meeting and show them who you truly are.” He taunts and I shake my head, not wanting them to see me like that. “Then get fucking dressed,” he orders, sitting back down in his chair, picking up his tumbler, taking a sip of the brown liquid.

Picking myself up off the floor and walking to the bed, I grab the outfit laid out for me. A teal bra and panties. Taking my clothes off, he growls.

“I see someone was touching what is mine. You will pay for that later,” he warns as I finish removing my clothes with shaky hands.I don’t want to do this anymore. This is not who I am. I never wanted it. But I didn’t have a fucking choice.“We don’thave all day. Move it along, Little Doll. Our guests are waiting,” he growls as I slide the underwear over my hips and turn to him.

“You look a mess, but I guess it will do.” He says and I nod. He stands, grabbing me by the arm and hauling me out of the room. He doesn’t waste any time dragging me down the stairs, through the hall and into his father’s office where three men are waiting.

“Ahh, sweet Presley. What a delight it is for you to join us.” Mr. Radley coos and I nod.

“It’s my pleasure, sir.” I say as bile rises up my throat. Mr. Rosenberg approaches me first and I put on my best fake smile. He returns the gesture but his eyes tell a different story as his fingers roam my body. I shiver with disgust, not wanting him or any of them to touch me, period.

“You’ve been a bad girl, Little Peach.” He growls, pulling me by the nipple. I scream from the pain as he drags me to the table, pushing me down and slamming my face into the wood. “You never gave me an answer about the contract, and I take that as a sign of disrespect.” He spits, holding my head down as I hear the sound of his zipper. I jolt as my panties are pulled down and my legs are forced open. Tears fall from my eyes onto the wooden table as he slams into me. “I don’t like being disrespected.” He groans, running a finger down my spine.I can’t do this anymore. I fucking can’t.

“I don’t fucking care, you sick prick.” I spit as he continues to rut into me.

“Oh yeah, I see that, but I don’t care what you think. Not when your pussy is this tight. Christ child,” He moans as I thrash underneath him.

“Get the fuck off of me!” I scream, pushing back as hard as I can, making him stumble back.

Moving quickly, I get up, take the tumbler he placed next to me on the table, and smash him in the head with it. He falls to the ground as I pick my panties up over my hips and run outof the room. I don’t stop. I don’t look back as I run as fast as I fucking can down the hall and out of the front doors.

Seeing Jacob’s truck at the end of the driveway, I pull open the door and find my bag laying on the front seat. Grabbing it and one of his hoodies from the floorboard, I slam the door shut and run into the street and down the block.

Throwing the hoodie over my head, I make it to the gate of the community and leave through the security gate, making a right down the back road to my house.

Tears stream down my face as I run, trying to get as far away as I fucking can. Taking out my phone, I see it’s fucking dead.Fuck.Putting it back in my bag, I run through the neighbor’s gate and hop the fence into my backyard.

Walking up the stairs to my balcony, I sit on the bench, catching my breath for a second.Fuck.Getting up, I slide my window open and shut it behind me. Throwing my bag on the bed, I head for the bathroom and turn the shower on the hottest it can go.

Ripping off the lingerie I’m wearing, I toss it in the wastebasket and step into the hot spray, letting the water cascade over my skin. Falling to my ass, I pull my knees to my chest and cry. I cry until there are no tears left in me and the water has gone cold. Peeling myself from the cold tile floor, I get up, wrap a towel around my body, and go into my room to sit on my bed. I stare at myself for what feels like hours until I get up and sit in front of my vanity.

Staring at my reflection, I don’t see myself. I see the girl who has no voice. The girl who’s alone with no one to believe her. The girl who has been used and abused constantly with no one but herself to save her, but, how much can one take until it’s time to call it quits? Opening the drawer, I take a brand new blade from its cardboard casing and place it on the vanity. Looking backup at my reflection, she nods, looking down at the shiny sharp metal.

Taking a deep breath, I pick it up and hold it between my fingers, then look at my reflection again. She smiles and mouths, “Do it. Go on. Take our pain away.” She encourages as I bring the blade to my wrist, sinking the metal into my flesh.

“Presley, no!” Someone shouts, slapping the blade from my hand. I close my eyes as tears pour down my face. He cups my cheeks, pressing his lips to mine softly, then pulling away. “Come back to me, Angel Baby.” He whispers as my eyes shoot open and see he’s really here. I sob at the realization of what I was about to do. I reach for him as he wraps his arms around my waist, lifting me from the chair and placing me on my bed. He walks to my door, locking it and removes his hoodie, placing it on the chair before bending down to pick up the blade. Turning back to me, he holds it in his hand, stalking over to where I’m laying.

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