Real Girl (Aston Creek High 4)

Damian howls with laughter as satisfaction soars through me.

Fuck, that felt good.

I bounce on my toes ready to go again but the bitch stays down. Damn it, I was hoping for a little more action out of her. One thing is for sure, with the doctors refusing to touch her nose again, she’s going to be stuck with however it heals from this. I wonder what her country club bitches would think of that.

Slade’s posture tightens and I glance up to see Lucien storming toward us with two guards at his back. If it were just me, Slade and Damian, I’m sure the guards would try to take us out, but they’re outnumbered and thankfully hold back. “What is the meaning of this?” Lucien roars, waving back at the crumbling empire he had built from a lifetime of deceit and dirty money.

I grin wide as the adrenalin from punching Maria pumps through my veins. “I had to draw you out somehow,” I tease.

“You burned my fucking house down.”

My eyes bug out of my head, enjoying playing with him. “Oh, shit. Did I?” I peer around his shoulder at the burning house and cringe. “Damn. It seems I did.”

“You’re going to pay for this. Mark my word, princess. You and all of your friends are going to pay.”

I shake my head. “You see, that’s where you’re wrong,” I tell him as Maria wails while trying to scramble to her feet, giving up when one of Lucien’s guards carelessly grabs her upper arm and hauls her up. “This is the end of the road for you. From now on, it’s over.”

Lucien bellows out an obnoxious laugh. “It’s only just begun. You thought your life was shit now, just wait and see what I’ll do to you now.”

“There’s nothing left for you to do,” I yell, only calming myself when Slade presses a hand to my lower back. “You sick fuckers had my parents killed! You kidnapped me and Blake, raped me, threw us off a fucking bridge, attacked Blake, and shot both me and Slade. Fuck, you even married me off against my will by threatening electrocution! But guess what? I’m still here.” I step toward him, loving how the four boys instantly step with me like some kind of force. “You can’t break me, Lucien. It’s over.”

Lucien’s guards glance at each other, both with a weary unsure look in their eyes. “He raped you?” One of them questions, looking over Lucien’s shoulder at me.

I nod. “Six months ago. I was still seventeen and then he tried it again the night he brought me back here,” I say, knowing both of these guys were there when he dragged me back inside his mansion. “And the night before the wedding.”

“Please,” Lucien scoffs, rolling his eyes. “It wasn’t rape. You enjoyed it.”

Fury takes over and my fist snaps out once again but this time it doesn’t exactly have the same devastating effect. “You call beating me enjoyable? Was I loving it when I screamed for you to stop? What about when I tried to kick you away? That’s not fucking foreplay, Lucien. That’s a kid begging a fucking grown-ass man not to touch her. I wasn’t a virgin but you were that fucking rough that you left me bleeding and scared. Is that the result of something enjoyable? You fucking raped me, just like you raped Daniella in high school and again when she finally went to the police.”

Lucien’s eyes narrow and I watch as his jaw clenches, realizing something has been said that shouldn’t have been. The guard takes a step back from Lucien, anger pulsing in his eyes. “My kid sister was raped by a rich, entitled prick like you.”

Hurt sails through me at what his sister would have gone through but I don’t have a second to be upset for him. After all, the guard must be blind to not notice all the other shit going on around here. He’s fine with kidnapping, shooting, and murder but draws the line at rape? What the fuck is wrong with this guy? Either way, he just stepped back from Lucien, and right now, I couldn’t have asked for anything more.

As usual, Maria has a way of drawing the attention back to herself as she gasps loudly, looking at Lucien in disgust. “Daniella Pierce?” she demands, skipping over the guard’s comment while looking between me and her filthy husband. “Rochelle’s best friend? You had sex with her?”

“Raped,” Slade growls. “He didn’t have sex with my mom. He raped her.”

I raise my chin. “He didn’t just rape her, he got her pregnant. The one very thing he wouldn’t dare do with you.”

Maria’s eyes bug out of her head as she glares at Lucien. “She’s lying. Tell me she’s lying.”

Slade laughs. “I’m standing right here, lady. You can check my DNA if you want.”