Sim meets my gaze without flinching, and his fingers wrap tightly around my wrist, applying warning pressure that he could snap it if he wanted to. "She's my girl," the words leave his lips, and it's as if a damn bomb goes off in my head.
His. Girl.What the fuck is happening here?
CHAPTER 14
OLLY
Ifeel like a damn reckless fool. Why didn't I put two and two together right off the bat, or should that be three and three?Bloody hell.I know I’ve been distracted lately, what with my mom getting married to some creepy, rich rando she barely knows, moving us into his home in a new town, and commencing to put my long-awaited plans for revenge into motion. Still, I should have been quicker with the link between the three masked assholes that terrorized me in the shower, and the cunts before me now, who acted like savages out on the quad. I dare to dart a glance at my new stepbrother, Cross, and the look he's giving me causes a shiver to skate along my spine.Dangerous. Deadly. Destructive.Even if I hadn't experienced his earlier, unhinged behavior, one look at him would have given me all the information I needed.
My eyes track the movement of the sexy vampire that entered the cage, thinking that he can frighten, and bend me to his will. That’s not happening. I’ll never show weakness to anyone, especially not these hyenas. Like their animal counterparts in the wild, they’re drawn to the scent of blood and fear, which triggers their attack. I have no intention of being anyone's meal.
"What a yummy little treat you are,unhinged princess," the vampire growls roughly, and the hair on my arms stands on end in response to his taunt. He mumbles to himself, shaking his head, and strikes forward, trying to grab my shoulder and force me toward him, but I manage to extract myself from his reach, and respond with a kick that lands harshly on his upper torso, and momentarily stuns him.
"Oh shit,"I whisper, when I see a dangerous, insane look cross his face and twist his elegant features. His large, dilated eyes roam over my body, as if deciding which piece he'd like to consume first. This guy has completely lost it. He's more beast than man, and for a moment, fear trickles up my spine that I may be outmatched here.Never stop fighting,my brain screams, and my body keeps moving to stay out of his reach.
A sinister, unhinged grin graces his face before he strikes out again, attempting to hit my face with his large, tattooed, clenched fist. I just manage to move out of the way before his next strike lands brutally on my shoulder, sending fire and pain searing up my limb. He's so quick that I almost miss his attempt to dislodge my balance, as he actively attacks my feet.Fuck, he's no amateur; he knows how to fight.
I'm done playing with this fool. He thinks he can take me. Let's see if that's true. I swing hard, putting all my force and momentum into the uppercut that forces his head to ricochet backward. Blood arcs from his mouth, spraying the air, his shirt, and the mat below us. In slow motion, his head turns back, to stare at me with dead eyes. He's no longer grinning, and a trickle of bright red blood slides down the side of his lip toward his chin, before he licks his lips and growls deep in his throat. "You're going to pay for that, bitch! I'm going to enjoy listening to you scream as I tear you apart!" He growls before rushing me once again like a bull.
I catch a glimpse from the corner of my eye of the other two outside of the cage with Sim. It looks like the blond angel one is ready to go toe to toe with my lion cub. They're evenly matched in terms of size, but something tells me that blond fucker is filled with pure malice, and won't hesitate to do something underhanded. I'm so distracted that I don't see the next punch heading at me until it lands on my upper abdomen. It has me doubling over, attempting desperately to catch my breath, and swallowing sour bile. I fight the need to drop to my knees, knowing full well that this asshole will take advantage of that opportunity. He comes closer just like I anticipated, believing that I'm now incapacitated, and he can control my movements.
Easy prey,I hear my trainer's gruff voice yelling in my head."Go limp, Olly. Let him think he has you, then flip that motherfucker over, and show him some pain."
I do precisely that, and the pretty vampire doesn't disappoint me by being predictable and wrapping his arms around my waist, and trying to drag me down to the mat. I allow all my weight to settle on his arms, then rapidly wrap my own around his neck tightly, and force my legs around his waist like a monkey. I squeeze all of my limbs with everything I've got, before headbutting him hard right in the middle of his forehead.
"FUCK!" He shouts as our bodies crash into the mat, and I use his distraction to flip us until I'm on top of him, raining down punch after punch on his head and face, while my legs constrict the air going into his chest. Take that cunt, let's see you get out of my hold now. "Scream for me, asshole!" I taunt him, and continue to slam my taped-up fists against his face, doing as much damage as I can, and coating my skin in his blood.
It seems like hours go by, but I know it's mere moments. My hands become slick with a mixture of his blood and mine. His hazel eyes stare up into mine, never flinching as I hit him again and again, as if he craves the pain, and I'm providing him exactlywhat he desires. His nose gushes blood, and his pearly white, straight teeth are stained red, as he grits through the pain. "Beg, and I'll stop," I growl, punching him again, and splitting his eyebrow open.
"Jesus fuck, help me get her off of him!" A distant voice yells through the blood rushing in my ears. I feel hands on my bare skin, and my lips curl in a vicious snarl, ready and willing to go toe to toe with his two friends.
"Lavender, fuck, stop! You're gonna kill him!" Sim's deep voice penetrates through the animalistic insanity racing through my veins.
I blink, endeavoring to break through the rage-filled fog encompassing me, and then do it again, as another set of hands wraps firmly and painfully around my wrists, and forces them to stop moving. My eyes meet deep chocolate-brown pools of fury, before his words register in my muddled, adrenaline-fueled brain. "If he dies, so do you and your little fucking boyfriend here, I swear it,bitch."
Boyfriend? Dies? What. The. Fuck?
"Lavender, please, baby, stop. It's over." Sim's thick arms are wrapped tightly around me from behind, his massive body plastered against my back, as he restrains me from hitting the asshole below me again. I allow him to pull me off the vampire, who is staring up at me with an expression I can't quite read.Is he disappointed?It's almost like he wants me to keep hurting him. His chest rises and falls rapidly, as he drags in air and chokes on his own blood, so at least I know he's still alive. Their leader releases my wrists with an angry growl, as Sim pulls me completely away, and to the other side of the cage.
"Fuck, baby, you're vicious. Who knew this tiny body had all that power inside of it?" Sim runs his hands down my limbs, checking for injuries, but even if I have any, right now, I'm so filled with rage and adrenaline that I can't feel them. I pushforward, attempting to go back to finish what I started, but Sim uses his much larger body to block mine. "Olly, fuck, it's done. They'll kill you," Sim growls as he grabs hold of me again, and pushes me into the metal bars of the cage, lifting me right off my feet, and using his much larger body to hold me in place. Wetness drips into my eyes, and down the side of my face, and with an aggravated huff, Sim swipes at it, and I catch the hint of red on his fingers. "Fuck, you're probably going to need stitches for that. Gonna suck to scar up all that pretty skin of yours, Lavender."
I stare around him to where the other three are. The blond angel keeps trying to lift the vampire from his prone position, while my new stepbrother stares daggers at me. His features are harsh, his eyes narrowed in my direction, and even from the distance that separates us, I can see the tick in his jaw jumping. "Who... the fuck... are those... guys? Why do they have so much power here?" I pant, some of the adrenaline finally beginning to dissipate, and with it, the aches commence to remind my body that I'm hurt. I know the answer, it's clenched tightly in the pit of my stomach, but I need to hear it confirmed out loud.
"Mayhem.Cross, River, and the idiot you just gave a beating to is Damon. Cross's dad is the head of Mayhem, a powerful and ruthless MC gang of sorts around here. Everything in Soule and around it goes through them, and baby, you just placed yourself at the top of their shit list." I pry my eyes away from Cross, and stare into Sim's concerned face.Ruthless MC gang? What the hell has my mother dragged us into?
"Why did you help me? Why put yourself in danger? You obviously know who they are, and you don't know me at all," I question, my gaze narrowing on the man in front of me, and suspicion rising within me.
Before Sim can answer, I see Cross coming rapidly toward us, and a part of me panics that he's going to blindside Sim,and take him out from behind like a fucking coward. I yank on Sim's shirt, the material tearing instantly with my urgent grip, and force his body to sidestep, placing myself in Cross' path. I land heavily on the mat, crane my neck up, and stare at the man who resembles a cruel and miserable statue of deities long gone before me, refusing once again to back down, or have anyone fight my battles.
"You've made a big mistake here,little sister,one you're going to pay for in blood, tears, and screams. I'd sleep with both eyes open, Olivia." He turns his gaze on Sim, and a coldness takes over his features, as if he has donned a mask. "Take your whore, and get the fuck out of here, now. Both of you forfeit any bets placed tonight, and if I see her in here again, Sim, you'll be banned from fighting in Soule."
"Wait! No, fuck that, I want my money back! You can't fucking do that! No fight means no bets," I scream into Cross' face, as Sim's arm wraps thickly across my aching abdomen, and he yanks me back into his body. Cross' nose flares as he bends his neck forward, and his face is only inches from mine. So close, in fact, that I can see he has a beauty mark just underneath his left eyebrow. For some reason, that seems to mesmerize me, and my fingers want to reach out and touch it, to see if it's real or just a speck of dirt. The mere thought of wanting to touch the asshole before me pulls me from whatever trance I'm in, and shakes me to my core.
"You'll come to realize, Olivia, that I can do whatever the fuck I please. I'm a king here, no scratch that, a fucking god, and you are unwanted trash, and a whore. Two days here in Soule, and you're already spreading your fucking legs for gutter trash."
I see red, naw fuck that, I see bright fucking crimson, like the blood I crave to see pouring out of this asshole's mouth. I raise my knee, and jam it into his crotch as hard as I can, and he releases a hoarse wheeze. "I wasn't the one getting his dicksucked in public earlier, you were. I'm not a whore, but even if I was, that's none of your fucking business. As for being a god, I don't fucking believe in any. You want someone to worship you, it won't be me. Don't threaten me again,brother."
I push him away and storm out of the steel cage, heading for that sneaky fucker, Ty. If they think I'm leaving here without my money, they have another thing coming. I'll bloody them all.
