Page 7 of Rough Diamonds

That was just a warning. I laugh. “Boys, boys, boys what do you think you’re gonna do with me? Do you think you’re gonna tame me? After all, I did learn from the best.” I roll my eyes. Sylus rushes me and rolls with me to the ground. He cradles his hands behind my head, ever so the gentleman. I snicker at that thought. The breath has been taken from my lungs and all I can do is stare into those midnight black eyes. He sees through me, and that’s something scarier than anything else; for someone to truly know you from the inside out.

“Ah, Sweetness, but we have all night. Unfortunately, we can’t let you have any of those weapons that you love because you might just kill us.” He states, pulling all the knives out and handing them over to Marcus patting me down inch by inch.

“You know if you wanted to feel me up, all you had to do was ask. But, I probably would have declined,” the bitter sarcasm leaves my mouth. And I’m not even upset about it. I mean it. Every last word.

“Well, it seems you like to pack Evie.”

I huff. “Whatever. Like you guys don’t have so much more underneath everything that you’re wearing, I know that each and everyone of you has something on you.”

“Just think of this as old times Evie. Remember, when you used to not run away from us?” Emmit crosses his arms.

Man, if that’s not a blow and I don’t know what it is. I knew they were upset. I knew they would be mad and I knew that eventually if I ever ran into them, that there would be consequences for my actions. But what they don’t understand is that I did it to save them. I couldn’t let them die for me. I couldn’t let them get in trouble for me, not at the hands of that man who I hate more than anything on this earth. If I could, I would’ve ended him a long time ago, but for someone like that, it’s really not that easy. I mean, who am I? I’m no one, compared to him. He has everyone in his pockets. If I got caught, I would automatically be in jail for murder.

“It's way more complicated than that, and you know it.” I will always stick by my decision and what I decided to do. You do what you have to do sometimes in life, whether you want to or not. They should know that more than anyone, they know how hard my life was, still is. I’m not even gonna sugarcoat it. I live every day on the brink, not knowing how I’m going to live the next. How am I gonna pay bills? How am I gonna take care of Lizzy? It’s always been a struggle.

“Yeah, Evie whatever makes you feel better at night.” Emmit partially gags on his words. I know he’s upset. But what the fuck do they want from me.

“Ok, so you're taking my income away from Lizzy and I? That’s cool, real mature.”

Sylus gets me up and pulls me by the arms. “I’m sure you can figure something out, that's you not being a whore.” As he smirks I go to throw a punch and he catches my hand. Kissing it. “Now, now, Evie violence is not the way.” He fucking laughs. Laughs in my face.

“Lizzy?” The question hangs in the air like a bad taste.

I look up to all five guys. “Yeah, my..my sister.” I stammer slightly. Shit. I hope they don’t notice.

“How old's your sister, Evie?” Damion questions as he runs a hand through his hair.

“What is this? Question Evie all night?” I’m just not in the mood.

“Knees, now!” Marcus commands, his hands constricting as I watch. He’s really mad. The blood from the cut I gave him, trails down his back. I do have to say, I’m kind of proud of myself.

“Really?” I cross my arms over my boobs.

“Fuckin’ knees, now.” He seethes as spit flies.

“Fine, fine. I don’t know why your panties are in a bunch, Mr. Tough man.” He stands with his legs spread apart, arms over his thick chest. If you’ve never seen intimidating, this is exactly what it looks like. One of his arms are the size of a fucking tree branch. I’m sure that could snap me in half instantly, I gracefully go down to my knees and look right up into his blue eyes. They swirl as if a storm is coming and I know he is raging right now, but he won’t fully show it to me. He never will. That is one thing I know for certain. He might be upset with me, he might be mad at me, but he would never hurt me in that way.

“You're not the boss Evie. You know where you’re at. So tell us why you would come back? This is our territory. What, did you think that you could run all over us?” He tilts his head to the side. The others just stand around, waiting for my answer.

“I mean, I wouldn’t say I’m the boss or anything, but you know I know how to handle myself around here.” I play with my thumbs looking at each and every one of them. I do know my way around, I know exactly where I’m at, and I did it for a reason. It was better for me to be in their territory than to be in someone else’s.

“I think we need to remind you of some manners.” Marcus starts undoing his belt and pulls out his thick, long cock.

I lick my lips. I completely forgot how big he really was. I whine just a little bit. Trying to hold it back, but I know the others heard me. “Do I have to do this here?” I look around the parking lot. My knees hurt from the gravel pressing into my skin. From behind, Sylus holds me down by my shoulders, making sure I won’t move.

“If you don’t shut up Evie, I’m gonna make you shut up. I think my cock shoved down your throat, hitting your tonsils would sound a lot better.” Mother fucker.

Taking my ponytail, he wraps it around his thick wrist and yanks it back. “This is where you’ve always belonged, on your knees worshipping.” Marcus bites his lip as if provoking me.

“Then, you should have clipped my wings long ago.”

He pulls slightly more. “Open.” Without a thought, I do as he says. He spits into my mouth. “Then I guess I’m clipping those wings, Angel. Because you have always belonged here with us.” He grips my chin and manually opens up my mouth. With his dick in hand, he shoves in deep, till he touches the back.

“Breath, Evie.” He moves my jaw making me loosen up. The guys form a solid circle around us. “Open your legs. I want you to pull those panties to the side and touch yourself as I fuck this wet, hot mouth. Give the guys a show, would you.” Part of me wants to listen, obey. But this other side wants to show these guys how much I want to rebel against them.

“How about I make the decision for you?” He pulls out a gun and sticks it to my temple. The steel feels cool against my hot flesh. I suck in some air. And nod. Not saying a word. I spread my legs and move the thin piece of fabric to the side.

“Make sure that fat pussy is on show Evie. The guys want to see it dripping.” I suck in another breath of air, almost afraid to breathe as the gun still sits there. Marcus taps the gun against my temple and pulls my hair back. “I’m going to fuck this mouth, then I want you to swallow my cum, and show Daddy.” He gives me no time as he pulls and shoves himself back in.