Page 21 of Rough Diamonds

“Ya like before. We all saw how that worked.” Marcus tenses at his fathers words. “We didn’t even get the chance to fully initiate her.” I slowly try to get up as Marcus‘s father presses his hand down into my shoulder.

“You’re not going anywhere ever again at that.” he tackles as if it’s the funniest thing in the world. I stare up into his cool blue eyes. To think that he is related to Marcus sends a chill down my spine. I can’t believe these two people are related. A few guys start moving into the room with their guns out. My hand twitches as it creeps to my thigh. Just as I’m getting ready to grab it, two arms pull me up. Sylus looks at me and winks.

“Not here sweetness.” He grabs my ass under the skirt and squeezes. “We have other stuff to worry about tonight.”

Sylus

Present Day

Evie’s skin feels like silk on my hands. I can’t wait to bury my cock deep inside of her. Better yet just in time.

I take her hand and pull her down the hall. “Let’s get you situated.”

The others come down the hall behind us. I know she’s gonna have a rough time with initiation. This is the reason why we were so upset. We didn’t want her to have this kind of life, but she gave it to herself. She knew what she was doing when she did that to her hand and we love her, so we are never going to let her go. She vanished one day and we looked and searched for her. We had people on the streets looking for Evie, but she didn’t want to be found. For whatever reason that’s still something that we need to figure out.

A gasp takes me out of my thinking as I look over at Evie to see what’s going on. “What is she doing here?” My smile reaches all the way across my face. I knew this was something that would get to her and we all know how I love my games. I used to play games with Evie all the time, nothing‘s ever gonna change that.

“Ahh sweetness, are we a little jealous?” I run my hand up her arm and then look over to Sara.

“Sara, why don’t you get a drink and sit down with us? We’ll be right over.” I Start to whistle a little tune. It’s been so long since I’ve seen Evie. I just can’t help how excited I am.

“What the fuck are you doing man, you know Evie hates her. She’s gonna fucking slit her throat in front of us.” Damion whispers. But I laugh. “Let her. Don’t lie to me and tell me that that doesn’t make your dick hard.”

Emmit comes up behind the wraps, his arms around Evie and I. “You might need some of this.” He pulls out a blunt. Evie looks like she’s going to fuck shit up.

“Good. I love it when she’s angry.” I say to the guys and wink. “I rather have some kind of emotion than her being closed the fuck off.” Lighting it up the skunky smell fills the room. Emmit takes in a deep inhale and pulls Evie into his arms. Placing his lips over hers he releases into her mouth and she holds it coughing as she exhales.

“What was getting your dick sucked earlier, not good enough.”

Smoke fills the air around us. “Nahh Evie, I need something more.” I spank her as she jumps a little. “I thought maybe you would like to catch up with Sara.” I turn to look at the others knowing I’m full of shit. She hates the bitch. We all do. She has always caused problems between us. But I’m playing this for a reason. Evie's fingers twitch and Emmit places the blunt in between her lips.

“Suck it Babydoll. Deep.” He licks his lips as Evie takes in a deep drag she starts chucking and sputtering. “I'd rather see you do that in my cock.”

Treven hits me upside the head. “Shut up Sylus, you're always thinking with your dick.” I grip it through my pants. “Come on ladies, let’s go sit down and discuss what’s going to happen next.”

Evie

10 years ago

The cool tiles feel amazing on my heated skin. My stomach jumps and the urge to vomit stays away for only a couple of minutes. I can barely keep down water let alone food. I moan in pain and curl into a ball.

“Evie!” My step father starts yelling. I jump up and look in the mirror. Beads of sweet kiss my lips. My skin is a translucent white. My eyes are sunken in. I hurry to turn on the faucet. Splashing the cold water in my face. I grab the towel real fast and try to blot my face as best as I can. I buttoned up my pants because my stomach is feeling so bad that I had to unlatch it to get some kind of comfort. I’ve been like this for the last two weeks and I don’t have any idea what’s going on? I thought maybe I just have a little flu or something but I honestly feel like death.

“Evie.” he shouts again, making my hands tremble. I lose grip on the porcelain counter and almost fall.

“I’m coming, I'm coming.” I shout repeatedly.

It’s times like these I really wish I just had that normal family that I have always wished for normal life, where I can be in college right now like I’m supposed to be, where I could work a normal job. But instead, I was never granted that kind of life, I was granted to serve a fucking dick who I wish was not related to me in any way shape or form.

I practically crawl up the stairs. My knee slides against the old torn up carpet. I know I’m gonna get carpet burn but I physically almost cannot stand at this point.

“Wow Evie you look like shit.” He’s leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his body. It’s an imposing stance meant to intimidate me.

“Yup. I’m sick. So I guess I can’t work tonight.”

His brows furrow and I swear he’s about to explode. “You’re not living here for fuckin’ free mooching off of us.”

“Off what? I have wanted to leave so I can just go.” I roll my eyes.