Page 15 of Deviant Bastards

“You want to play against me?” he asks as he pulls out a second controller from a little drawer in the table that sits in front of the sofa. “Umm, I don’t know. You’ve been playing a lot longer than me. I’m not sure that it would be a fair fight,” I tell him with a laugh.

“I’ll go easy on you, at least the first time anyway,” he laughs as he loads up the game in two-player mode. I can’t help the blush that creeps up my skin at the double meaning in his words. We sit in companionable silence as we play against each other. I’m down to two on my team while Gryffin still has the full four of his, and then I get a whole cluster of purple gems, which lets me wipe out three of his team.

“Damn, and here I thought I was going easy on you because you were new at this, when in reality, you were plotting the whole time, weren’t you?” he teases as he tries and fails to beat me. I feel the laugh bubble up and out of my chest. Then I’m cheering and grinning like a fool because I beat him. “You cheated, Pixie. I don’t know fucking how, but you did,” he says as he puts his controller down and grabs hold of me.

He tucks me beneath him and begins to tickle my ribs, which makes me squirm under him. “Did not,” I sass as he continues his assault. I laugh so much that my sides hurt, and I hold my hands up in surrender. Gryffin looks down at me and grins.

His gaze fills with lust and longing, but after a few moments, he shakes it off and moves away from me. He stands up, and I watch as he adjusts his trousers; clearly, having me under him had an effect on him as well. I want to hate him because that’s what a normal person would do. I should hate them all for what they’re doing, and yet, I find myself beginning to wonder what my life would look like without their constant presence. And honestly, I don’t think I’d like it.

How the fuck can I feel the way that I do for the men who kidnapped me and arestillholding me against my will? Sure, they say that they are just using me, but then they treat me as if theywantme around. As if there’s more between us. That, along with my attraction for them, makes it hard for me to deny the feelings creeping up. But the fact that I can’t leave when I want to is like a slap to the face. The thought sobers me up quick, and I pull myself up into a sitting position on the sofa just as Dayton and Barker enter the room.

“Are you behaving, Little Brawler?” Barker asks as he plonks himself down next to me. Well, next to me is an understatement; he’s practically crushing my lap. I shove him hard, and he lands on the floor with a thud. “That wasn’t very nice,” he whines.

I shrug, standing up from the sofa, and say, “I’m going to bed.” As I walk away from them, I hear a murmured accusation of, “What did you do now?” I don’t know if it was Barker or Dayton who asked the question, and I don’t turn around to find out. Trudging up the stairs to my room, I slam head first into a hard chest. “What’s wrong, little girl. The boys get fed up with you already?” Aiden’s thick, Irish accent has me lifting my head to meet his gaze.

He is leering at me, and it sends a shiver of revulsion through my body. Unlike the way the guys make me feel, all I feel when I see Aiden watching me is disgust. I go to step around him, and he grabs hold of my wrist in a bruising grip. “Now, now, I asked you a question. The polite thing to do is answer me,” he says as he tightens his grip, which causes a whimper to escape me.

Fuck this!I’ve had enough of guys laying their unwanted fucking hands on me. I step closer to him and lift my knee, hitting him square in the nuts. He reaches out for the banister to stop himself from falling down the stairs. “You little bitch. You’re going to pay for that,” he spits as he lifts his hand, ready to slap me. I step around him before he can and give him a gentle nudge so that he falls down the stairs.Okay, you caught me.I actually gave him a hard kick, but karma is a bitch, as they say. I laugh as he lands at the bottom of the stairs, groaning and clutching his nuts.

“DON’T EVER FUCKING TOUCH ME AGAIN!” I roar at him.

As I turn and head to my room, I hear a collection of cursing along with Dayton asking Aiden what the fuck happened. I don’t stick around to listen to whatever pathetic excuse he produces. Because, let’s face it, there’s no way in hell that he’s going to admit to getting his arse kicked by a girl.

I enter my room, kicking the door closed behind me and peeling off my clothes because I’ve decided I’m going to take a relaxing bath. As I fill the tub, I tuck a chair under the handle of my room, hoping that it will stop any of those bastards from disturbing me. Once the bath is filled with luxurious bubbles, I step in and sink down, letting my head fall back against the edge of the tub. I just lie there and soak.

I stumble out of the club because I need air; it’s too hot and stuffy in there tonight. Damn Kayla and her shots. I walk around the corner and lean against the wall to stop myself from falling over. “Hey gorgeous, you need some help?” A guy with dark hair and the darkest grey eyes that I’ve ever seen asks. I shake my head at him and mumble that I’m good.

Hands snake around my waist, pulling me against a hard body. I struggle against his hold, trying to get free from him. I open my mouth to scream, but he clamps a hand over it. “Make a fucking sound, and you’re dead,” he threatens. I continue to fight against him, trying and failing to use my body weight to my advantage. I’m useless when I’ve been drinking.

His grip loosens, and I manage to break free. I start to run, but a heavy weight slams into me. “I got you, gorgeous,” he slurs. The sound of a zipper being lowered reaches my ears as my head slams into the wall and darkness pulls me under.

Hands grab at me, and I’m wrenched out of the bath while being pulled against a strong chest. I fight against whoever it is holding me, scratching and clawing at their arms, still lost to the memory. “Shit, Harley!” a deep voice hollers.Wait, I know that voice.“I got you, Spitfire,” Dayton soothes, pulling me closer as a towel gets wrapped around my body. A low whine reaches my ears, and I look down to find Nanuke staring at me from the bathroom door.

“What the fuck happened?” Barker’s baritone voice breaches my ears as Dayton carries me out of the bathroom and into my room. “No fucking idea. I was walking past her room when I heard her scream.”

Fuck!I must’ve gotten lost in the memory of my eighteenth birthday, the night that my entire world changed. As I shake myself out of the remnants of the memory, I look around my room and find that Barker, Gryffin, and Dayton are all standing around me. My eyes flick to the door to find that it’s lying in two pieces and the chair is broken. I’m assuming that when he heard me, Dayton must have broken the door to get in.

“Want to tell us what happened, Spitfire?” Dayton asks as he pulls me tighter against him. I struggle against his hold and wrench myself away from him.

“Get out,” my voice is low and hollow. I hate feeling like this. I never,everlet the memory of that night get ahold of me like that.

All three of the guys look at me, shock registering on their gorgeous faces, but no one moves. “GET OUT!” I scream at them as tears tumble down my face. I can’t let them see me like this, so if they won’t leave, then I will. I run towards the bathroom but collide with Gryffin, who pulls me into him.

“We’re not going anywhere, Pixie,” he says softly as he lifts me off of my feet and walks back towards my bed. Barker grabs a pair of sleep shorts and a vest top from my drawer as Dayton helps me to put them on, all while Gryffin refuses to let me leave the confines of his lap. “If you won’t tell us what happened, then fine, but we are not leaving you alone. Not tonight,” he says as he lays me down on my bed. “Get under the covers.”

As I climb under the covers, I watch as Barker leaves the room, returning a few moments later with a chair which he puts at the side of my bed. He slumps down into it as Dayton removes his shoes and socks, climbing in on my right side while Gryffin does the same on my left. Dayton pulls me against his front, and Gryffin envelopes me from behind. “We will keep your nightmares away, Spitfire, until you’re ready to tell us what’s going on.” I let their combined heartbeats lull me to sleep.

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BARKER

Little Brawler lies between my two best friends. She gave us a fucking scare. I was heading to check on her when I found her door lying in pieces, the hinges well and truly fucked. Gadge wasted no time in getting to her. She hasn’t said what happened, but going by the fact she was in the bath when we found her... I’m going to assume she fell asleep and had some kind of nightmare. We all feel like dicks for keeping her here... well, except Ric.

Not that he’s been seen much since we took her. The fucker is avoiding her because of the fact that they have known each other since Harley was twelve. She fell asleep within minutes of being sandwiched between Gadge and Gryffin, and I’m a little bit jealous right now. “You think she will tell us what’s going on in that head of hers?” Gadge keeps his voice low so he doesn’t disturb her. “I don’t think so, dude, not until she trusts us.”

“She ain’t gonna do that while we have her imprisoned, now is she?” Gryffin says sarcastically. I flip the fucker off. Not that he can see me because he’s still lying with his back to me. “I heard that dickhead,” he laughs.

“You heard me giving you the finger?” I mock.

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