Page 90 of Reign of the Queen
"Carter, man, stop, alright. It's enough. Let's go. I don't want my ass handed to me by my stepdad for messing with her. Let's go back to my house and play Call of Duty. Finn pushes his body in front of mine, blocking Carter's access.
I watch over my shoulder as Carter steps back and stares at Finn with rage in his eyes. The spoiled brat he is, hating to be denied what he wants. Even if what the sick asshole wants is vile. Finn's got at least thirty pounds and three inches on him though, so he backs off, not wanting to get into a scrap with him.
"This is lame. Let's fucking go. I don't want to see her saggy tits anyways," Mateo complains, a look of complete boredom on his face.
Mateo and Theo turn and walk away toward the bikes they left on the broken concrete sidewalk. Carter looks once more in my direction, then spits on me. Finn moves out of the way just in time to not get hit by it, and I feel it land on my exposed shoulder.
"Fuck Carter, seriously, you douche." Finn moves away from my body and starts walking behind Carter's cackling and retreating body. He looks back at me with sadness for the briefest moments. Then the mask of indifference he always seems to wear now crosses his features.
"Stay out of his way Amelia. I won't stop him next time." He gets on his bike and races after his friends, heading back to the wealthy part of town.
I sag to the ground, my legs giving out on me. I stay frozen and traumatized where I am for a bit. My ankle, scalp and the scratches on my back are throbbing, my knee is all scraped up and bleeding. I reach up and run my fingers through the part of my scalp that’s burning, and they come away with blood.
I'm still so scared, my heart pounds in my ears and sweat trickles down the sides of my face and into my tears. My body is shaking and I’m angry at what just happened. How he touched me, assaulted me, while the others just egged him on to do more to me, like I’m not a human being and just something they can play with. They come here, bully, and humiliate me all the time now. No one wants to be friends with me anymore, the other kids around here don't want those boys to target them either. I'm only eleven, but we were taught what assault and bullying are in school. I know that's what just happened here.
The thought crosses my mind that I should tell my mom what just happened. Then the fear of her getting in even more trouble crosses my mind. She has already lost her job, and our shed went up in flames because of them. The fire department gave my momma a ticket with a fine to pay, saying I was recklessly playing with matches.
No one believes that it's those four boys causing all the trouble. Why would four rich boys from the right side of town waste their time coming over here to the poor side of town to bully someone like me: poor, overweight, and apparently worthless. Even if they did believe it was them, nothing would happen to them, they’re the spoiled sons of rich powerful men and I’m just some poor fatherless girl from the wrong side of Casbury.
No one's ever going to believe me or take my side.
My hand clenches around Carter's, my fingers tightening around his in anger at the memory of what he did to me. He lets out a grimace in his sleep, and I release him. The desire to unplug everything and push a pillow over his miserable fucking head running through my veins. It would be so easy, my grandmother would cover it all up and there would be one less king of Casbury to deal with.
Scrubbing my hands down my face, I wonder if I have lost my mind. This asshole lying here in my guestroom has tortured, bullied, and assaulted me when we were just kids. I came to Casbury to get vengeance on him and his friends, not to save his ass. I should have just left them at the gate to their fucking fate. Rid the world of these so-called kings of Casbury. Instead look at what I have done.
Hearing movement behind me, I glimpse back to see Mateo, Theo, and Finn entering the room. The memory still has a grip on me, and rage fills my body instantly at seeing them. Theo watches me intently; his expression is curious but wary. Finn moves farther into the room, nodding at the nurse and coming closer to Carter.
"He looks better." He sits on the end of Carter's bed, folding his large frame.
I stare back at Carter, his pale features making my heart tighten harshly in my chest. I need to get the hell out of here. Having them all in my house, in my space, is messing with my head. I get up and move toward the door of the room. Turning back at the last minute, I watch Mateo take up the chair I just vacated. Concerned and worried expressions spread across each of their faces as they watch Carter’s sleeping form.
"You three can use the other guest bedrooms at the top of the stairs to the left. I'm sure my grandmother is getting them ready for you. You should try to get some rest while you can." I don't wait for them to respond, walking out of the room and heading for the stairs.
I need to breathe. I feel like all the air is disappearing, and I'm trapped with my demons. I snort to myself. Yes Mia, real-life fucking demons, right here in your house.My body feels antsy, angry, and restless every second I'm in their presence. I’m going from wanting to stab them all, to fucking them all and back again rapidly. A sure sign that I have lost my mind.But the orgasms have been exceptional, my brain calls me out.
Climbing the stairs, I head for my wing. Opening my door, I almost let out a sigh of relief at managing to escape them, even if it's only temporarily. Then I hear footsteps rapidly approaching my door before I can shut and lock it.No fuck, I just need a moment of peace.
Theo pushes his way into my room, then closes and locks the door. He leans against the door and crosses his muscular arms across his chest. If I weren't so shocked, I would stand here and admire the tantalizing sexiness before me, but my rage is on the brink of exploding. Like a bomb, when I finally go off, everything around me will be collateral damage. I take a deep breath through my nose to calm myself down.
"What the fuck, Theo? Get out." I try to push him away from the door. His muscular body doesn't even budge an inch. I wish I didn’t have a house full of witnesses right now. The way I feel at this moment, I might actually kill the ass and hide his damn body.
"No. Tell me what your grandmother demanded as payment, Mia." Raising an eyebrow with an angry scowl across his face. I want to slap that whole demanding look off his face. The desire to hurt him overwhelming my senses.
"This is my house, Theo. Get out of my room before I gut you like vermin." I backpedal to my entry table where I left my pocketknife. Reaching back quickly, I pull it from the top of the table and slide it open, brandishing it in front of me.
Theo moves toward me stealthily like a fucking predator on the hunt for his prey. His muscles ripple in the shirt he's wearing. His eyes are an angry shade of deep blue. The look on his face tells me he's enjoying this, the hunt, the chase. He doesn’t believe that I will hurt him.
"You going to stab me, Mia?" He smirks and reaches for me, but I back away from his grasp.
"I might." I grin, enjoying the thought of stabbing him. It makes my blood sing, especially after that memory and my grandmother's harsh demands.
He moves forward as I keep backing further into the room. He's graceful and sure in his movements, eyes darkened with desire and nostrils flaring. Once we enter the sitting area of my room, I try to put the sofa between us, but I'm not quick enough when Theo dives for me—using the momentum to grab onto my waist and haul me across the back of it.
His muscular forearms wrap tightly around my waist, the front of my body now plastered to his. I let out a huff, the air wheezing out of my body at the impact, and I almost drop the damn knife.
"What the fuck, Theo?" I push with all my strength against his unrelenting body. He responds by tightening his arms until I'm crushed against him. His ragged breath blowing against the side of my face, his heart beating furiously against his chest when I push my hand between our bodies to try to push him off of me.
He trails his warm lips up the side of my neck, leaving the feeling of a fire burning behind. His large hands wrap around my hips and push my lower half into his, so I can feel hardness through his joggers. My traitorous body hums from just the thought of his large cock and how good the stretch was the last time he was inside of me.
