Page 16 of Rough Diamonds

“Evie…” Marcus's voice drifts in and out.

“She’s having a panic attack, man. Lay her in her bed.” Treven. It’s always him. Somehow in my head, I want to justify all their actions. Even if they have done some shit to me, I feel maybe there’s more. My head is cradled in between strong hands and a wash cloth wakes me up. I gasp at the cool heat.

“I’m sorry Angel, I had to make sure you're ok. You need to understand things. This is the life you put yourself into, regardless of if you like it or not. By affiliation of your stepdad yes. But when you got this.” He gently rubs my knuckles. “You gave your life away to us.” He gently strokes my face and my knuckles.

“I…” I start, but he cuts off my words.

“No, Evie, I know we all know why you decided to get it. I love you either way. But you made your bed. A life to this way of life. You disappeared. And you just show back up. There’s going to be consequences to those actions. You only have one way out of this life and that will be at our hands.”

“But I don’t want to go out in anyone's hands. I would rather take my own life than to ever let anyone have the satisfaction. Trust me, I’m capable of more than you know.” I try to sit up, but Marcus slams his hand into my chest, pushing me into the mattress.

“Stop Evie. We all know what you're capable of. You don’t need to prove yourself here. You learned from the best. We know what you're capable of. Now, just let your guard down and enjoy this.”

“Enjoy … what..” before I can say anything else, I gasp as a wet tongue intrudes into my pussy. I clutch my thighs around Marcus’s thick neck. I grab on his hair and push him to go in further.

“Hummm. You always had a pussy of gold. This, mmm, I miss this.” I gasp and moan. “Don’t cum, Angel.” He grunts into my pussy.

“Please, Marcus, please.” I beg. I have no problem with begging. His tongue finds my clit and my whole body shutters. He gently strokes my inner walls with 2 fingers. He hooks behind and presses down slightly. “Marcus.”

“I know Angel. Just wait, ok. It will feel so, so good. You're not going back, Angel, that’s that. I won’t have you living like that and you won’t be offering up this pussy to any other man ever again. Just that thought has me thinking we need to go back and burn the shit down.” I laugh as he starts to suck on my clit. I pull his hair and moan as he adds in a 3rd finger. He lets go and sucks on his thumb, adding it to my ass. I inhale and let my breath out. He closes his mouth back over my clit and sucks as he flicks with his tongue. You know the hottest part about all of this, is knowing that a man like Marcus doesn't just do this for anyone.

“Now.” I can’t hold back any longer as I let myself fall. I squirt all over Marcus' face. He smiles as he sucks and licks every last drop. My head drops back onto the pillow. With a swipe of the back of his hand, Marcus stands up. He goes into the closet and comes back with fresh clothes.

“Get ready. We have to go down to the old south side, whether you like it or not. And Evie,” he turns around at the door. “Don’t cover up your tattoo.”

“Yeah, whatever big man. Do I even have a choice?” I ask sarcastically.

“Life is full of choices. It's a matter of do you want to make them easier or harder on yourself.”And with that he shuts the door leaving me alone.

Marcus

10 years ago

I carefully wrap my hands up and stand. The mats lay out in front of me. I crack my neck side to side. Wiggling out my stiff limbs, I jog in place.

“Son, what a surprise to see you here.”

“ What a surprise it isn't to see me here. This is my gym, what’s up?” I start a slow warm up on one of the bags in the corner. Placing my back to the corner. Rule number one, an exposed back to your enemy will lead to more problems, like a shiv to the back. “Have you decided what you're going to do with Evie?” He fuckin disgusts me.

“Keep her name out of your mouth. I got her under control. We will hold responsibility for her. You have way more to worry about than some girl who wants to play house.” I keep punching the bag but harder and harder. I imagine his head on the bag.

“If she goes out of line at all, I will not hesitate.”

I drop my hands to the side and come around to face him. Looking into his devilish eyes all I can see is the fear I had of him as a child. If you can even call him a father. The man made me crawl up to his boot and kiss it. I would have to beg and beg to have anything to eat. He let me loose in the streets and thought it would just toughen me up. It did toughen me up all right. If I wanted to, I could just beat the shit out of him right now and call it good. Unfortunately, that’s not an option. I have to do this strategically. One day it will be his time and when that time comes, it’s gonna be in my hands. I put my arm around him.

“I have her taken care of, don't you worry. She will be fully initiated into the gang in time.”

Evie

Present Day

I tuck my hands into my lap as we drive and sit in silence. I look out the window or try to peer over the hulking bodies around me to look at the lights. I’ve always lived over here on the south side because I’ve always felt it was safer than living over with my stepfather on the north side. To be honest though, this is the part of town I don’t care to go to. I wish I had my weapons on me, but unfortunately, none of the guys wanna give them back.

I try to smooth my hair out. I put it back up into a high ponytail after I changed my clothes. The guys are all dressed in very similar fashion. They have on their tight tees showing all of their markings that say they belong in this gang. I run my thumb over my knuckles and breathe in, out, in and out. I can do this. I can fucking stand up to these people I keep telling myself over and over again. The sad part is I’ve built such a wall up around my heart, I grew cold and distant. I could slice any one of these motherfuckers throats and laugh in their face, but for some reason when I’m around these guys my walls crumble and I feel like I’m a fucking mess.

“What’s wrong, Evie?” The question lingers in the car as Damion looks at me fuck I hate when all eyes are on me. I feel like I’m the center of attention and I can’t stand this shit. I rub my knuckles once, twice, three times and then I just look into his eyes.

“You know what’s wrong.” I turned my head to look back out the window. I’m pissed. I don’t want to go down to their father's club! What, so he can kill me for good this time?