Page 271 of Rage

The Untaming of Ivy Allaway

By: Allie Maddox

Chapter One

Ivy

My phone buzzes on the table, and I flick my gaze over as it lights up. Pain shoots through my spine when he shifts in his seat—he hears it too. Garrett’s heels dig into my back, and I bite down on my lip, stifling the cry I want to let out. He’s right on the fresh wounds from yesterday, and the bastard is well aware of it.

“Who the fuck is calling you? It’s a godsdamned Sunday, Ivy!”

I know the rules and that my phone is supposed to be put away when the guys are home. Even when they’re gone, I’m limited in what I’m allowed to do, but considering Garrett dragged me out of my bed last night and left me on the floor of the living room when he and Acton were done with me, he can’t be too surprised that I got bored and retrieved it. Candy Crush was calling my name. Though the rage flashing in his eyes right now tells me that he’s none too pleased with me.

Good.

Maybe this time he’ll fucking kill me. Put me out of my misery.

I let my head drop, knowing he won’t let me pick it up.

Booted footsteps on the hardwood make my stomach drop, and I suck in a breath, holding it as one of the others approaches.

“Don’t fucking bother,” Garrett growls, but a moment later I hear another deep voice.

“Hello?” Hurst answers, going quiet for a moment.

I don’t dare pick up my head, nausea creeping up as I recall what I did last week in a moment of rebellion. A moment where I finally broke down and decided to fight back.

It can’t be.

Not that quick.

“No, she’s not available right now,” he replies succinctly. “May I take a message?”

Fuck. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

Tears prick in the corner of my eyes as Hurst says, “I understand, ma’am. Will do,” and disconnects, my phone clunking back down on the table.

“Well?” Garrett asks, irritation in his voice.

“Get your fucking feet off of her,” Hurst rumbles.

Garrett scoffs but does as his older brother says. A moment later Hurst is crouching down in front of me, his black eyes stern as he grasps me under the armpits and lifts me to my feet. He deposits me in a chair, and my knees scream with the motion, aching from being crushed against the floor for the last three hours.

I swallow hard as Hurst stares down at me, and I don’t dare rub the pain out of my knees. I just sit there, shivering against the cold leather and wait.

“Do you want to tell him who that was, or do you want me to?” Hurst questions, cocking his head to the side with a small smirk.

He’s not a good guy, none of them are. But Hurst is the reason I’m still alive. Which makes me hate him more thanthe others. Even if he’s never harmed me, he’s still a fucking monster.

They all treat me like shit, but Hurst is always the voice of reason.Give her a break. Let her take a bath. Make sure you feed her. Don’t fuck her until she’s in heat.All the reminders he gives them to keep me in somewhat-working condition. Because without that, I’ll never go into heat. Even if he finds the stupid drugs he’s been looking for this entire time.

“I—I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I croak out, my voice scratchy from lack of use.

That smirk grows, and Hurst picks up my phone, tossing it to me. I catch it and stare at him until he nods. Swiping it open, I click on the little green icon, and there it is. Accepted call at 7:56pm on a Sunday.

Fear and excitement roll through me, colliding in my chest like some sort of super-storm that crashes against my rib cage and makes my heart beat out of control.

“What’s it say, Ivy?” Hurst demands.

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