She didn’t run. With her head held high, she walked.
He waited to see which direction she’d go.
If she turned right, she would be heading to the police station. Not that it would do any good. The cops didn’t give a fuck about people like them. They only cared about the money their parents fed to them.
Kind of a sick world they lived in.
He was the one exacting justice from the school janitor who’d cornered one of the girls in school and started to touch her tits and forced her to put her hands on him. The girl was thirteen years old and shouldn’t be scared of the fucking janitor. Draven usually didn’t give a shit about what went down. It wasn’t his business. The janitor being a pervert wouldn’t have bothered him, but today, he’d wanted to hurt someone. The janitor being into young, scared girls was the perfect outlet, and now he had a guy he could use to hurt. He wouldn’t squeal to anyone because Draven knew his secret, and now he had someone to have fun with.
This town was full of darkness, and he relished every second of it.
The fear others felt toward him, he fed off it. No matter how mean he got, how evil, girls still wanted to suck his cock, and if he told them to suck his friends’ cocks first, they would.
He’d seen it happen, watched them all moan and showed him mouthfuls of cum from doing exactly as he requested.
He’d heard how proud they were of themselves for sucking all four of them off. As if they could join their little clique.
He smiled, thinking about it. How he’d be sitting in the cafeteria, his friends with him. All four of them ignoring everyone, and just eating. Some of the chicks had tried to join, and he’d tossed them on their ass.
No pussy or dick was with them. They were just the four of them. Friends for life. Each of them had each other’s back.
That’s what made them Fearless. None of them were afraid to step out. Because of their union, their loyalty, they didn’t need a name. They were just them. The four of them. No one else.
She turned left.
This did surprise him.
Little Harper Miller. The good girl in school. The girl he’d seen with the look of disgust on her face whenever she caught them shoving people into lockers.
“No. She’s going home.”
He knew what had happened to her, seeing her across the woods, hands by her side. She’d stared at him, and there hadn’t been disgust in her eyes. She’d looked … envious.
Was she envious of him?
Did she fancy him?
Did she want a gangbang with the four of them?
Nah, it had nothing to do with that. She was now living with her father. He knew what had happened in the past few weeks. They all knew. Her mother had killed herself. Slit her wrists, and Harper had been the one to find her.
“How much do you think the bitch saw?” Jett asked.
They all stood watching her. Jett was pissed he’d not been able to use his trusty knives.
Within the next second, she was out of sight.
“She saw enough.”
Why did he find her sudden interest appealing?
The town good girl, walking into the woods known to be the area where people fucked. It wasn’t even the kids either. He’d been in the woods many times and watched other men fuck their mistresses or whores.
Stonewall hid a great deal of bad shit, as he and Axel were aware.
Their fathers owned cities, but it was the towns that made hiding easier. They pushed through drugs and guns, used the women as whores, and paid the cops to look the other way as business went down.
He, himself, had been brought up on violence.
Getting hit by his father had taught him how to fight.
No son of Alan Barries was going to be a puff, gay, or a wimp. He demanded his son be strong, to fuck all the pussy he wanted, and to take. Nothing in this world came free unless you took it, unless you forced others to give you what you wanted.
He’d been taking his whole life. He was used to having what he wanted.
Axel, Buck, and Jett were the same. They didn’t allow anyone to talk down to them. They always commanded respect, always expected it, even of people they hadn’t earned it from.
Again, why was Harper in the woods, and why didn’t she scream like the good little girl, or demand that they leave the guy alone?
She was the nice one, the sensible one, the girl every teacher called upon in class.
He knew, because he’d seen her. Some guys would be after the blonde chick, the one that flashed her pussy, wore short skirts with no panties, but not him.
They were easy targets. If he wanted a bit of pussy, he would take them, get what he wanted, and dump them. They were cum dumps as far as he was concerned.