Blackmailed by Her Bully

Luke wasn’t a good guy. He’d never been good. He always expected stuff handed to him on a plate. His family was rich, and he never liked to be told no, or denied. Logan had grown up with him and was more than used to his brattish ways, but something didn’t sit right with him. As far as he knew, nothing had gone on between Luke and Ava twelve years ago.

To Luke, Ava was always too fat. She was a big girl, curves in abundance. For Logan, he liked her curves, enjoyed using any excuse to feel them against him, but Luke always liked skinny girls, not that there was a problem.

They each had their own personal preference.

His was Ava.

Luke was everything else.

“Do you have her?” Riley asked.

“It’s all the bastard has been talking about,” Marvin said. “How she’s supposed to pay for not keeping her mouth shut.”

“She had nothing to keep her mouth shut about,” Logan said. “I’ve got her. She’s in a room upstairs. Don’t worry. Hunter’s going to make sure she’s our guest for dinner.” He moved toward the whiskey and poured himself a small glass. He was incredibly thirsty. The show would be beginning soon, and he needed to be ready. Luke, Riley, and Marvin weren’t supposed to join him for at least a week. They were ahead of schedule, and now he had to deal with Luke’s impatience, but he’d warned them all. He was the one who paid the price, and he’d be the one in charge. After all, it was his money, his power, and the fear people had of him was the reason they were here.

Chapter Four

Thirteen years ago

Ava should have expected the trip. As she passed Luke and his cronies, anything could happen. She’d already seen three other guys take a tumble. With the girls, Luke had felt their asses. She was more than happy to be tripped. Rather than hitting the ground hard, she fell into a body.

“Well, well, well, you better be careful now,” Logan said.

Her body was pressed flush to his, and she quickly pulled away, feeling the blush rise in her cheeks.

“I’m sorry.” She didn’t know why she was apologizing. There was nothing for her to say sorry for. She’d been tripped.

“Logan, you saved us all from a cave-in. Could you imagine her body hitting the floor? It would create a giant sinkhole.” Luke burst out laughing. As if on cue, the others did as well.

The only person who didn’t was Logan, besides herself of course.

She grabbed her books and squealed as someone touched her ass. Getting to her feet, she spun to see Luke with a smirk on his face. “I just had to see if you could feel it past all of your fat.”

“Don’t touch me,” she said.

He gave her the creeps.

When she turned back to Logan, he had the rest of her books. She thanked him and quickly tried to leave, but Luke grabbed her again. He tugged her close, and she stumbled against him with a cry, the books once again landing on the floor.

He had her shirt in his grip, and if he wanted to, he’d be able to easily tear it from her body. She’d be standing in the school corridor naked, and she didn’t want that to happen.

“You seem to think you’re in charge here. I will touch you if I want to. You don’t get to tell me what to do. You’re nothing but a fat, fucking cow who needs to be taught a lesson.” It looked like he was going to hit her.

She didn’t know what happened next, only that she was pulled from Luke. Leaving her books on the floor, she rushed toward her class without a backward look. Later that same day, she expected to find her books in the trash, only to discover them neatly placed in her locker.

Whoever had done it, knew her combination, which sent a chill up her spine. She would never leave anything personal in her locker again.

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Present day

Being alone in a room all day was making Ava stir-crazy. She sat on the edge of the bed, running the tips of her toes across the soft ground. Back and forth, up and down, back and forth.

She hated being bored. There was nothing to do unless she wanted to make herself come all the time, or go and take a nice, long bath. She didn’t have a towel.

She’d yet to hear from Logan. Whatever he had planned for her, it wasn’t good. She didn’t want to be here.

Tucking her hair behind her ear, she glanced over at the windows. Would it be a long jump? Would she hurt herself? If she did jump and broke her leg, would he take her to the hospital? It was pointless. He’d already told her the sheriff knew exactly where she was and hadn’t come to see her.