Chapter 3: Don't I get a thank you.

When I finished dealing with the boys that dared to touch what belongs to me, I dusted my hands, and around me they sprawled on the ground groaning and moaning. 

I took out my phone and dialed the chief of police. He is a friend of my father. The line clicked, and his familiar voice answered.

“Hello, Uncle Jeffery,” I greet into the phone.

“It is late. What sort of trouble have you gotten into this time?” he teased. 

I smiled sweetly at his words. He makes me sound like a troublemaker when I am as innocent as a saint. 

“I have something for you uncle,” I say, my gaze sweeping over the boys on the ground. Their eyes meet mine, wide and filled with terror.

“What is it?” he asked cautiously.

I chuckle again.

“I need you to send your boys to pick up some trouble makers. I left them warm for the boys.” 

“And they are alive?” 

I smirk. “Of course,” I say innocently, casting the boys another look. 

“Alright. They are on their way.” 

I nod. 

“Will you wait?”

I look at the blonde, she is still out. 

“No, I have something else to handle.” 

“Goodbye uncle. And thanks,” I say and ended the call. 

I slide my phone back into my pockets and stare at the guys with a twisted smile on my lips. “Don’t go anywhere, the police are on their way.” I wink at them. 

Of course they can’t run, I made sure of that. 

I go to Soraya and lift her into my arms. “I am sorry, I was late,” I whisper gazing down at her beautiful face. 

She grumbles something incomprehensible and nuzzle into my chest. I let a soft smile escape me as I started the walk home. Without my car, the journey was slow, but I didn’t mind. Every step gave me more time to feel her against me, to ensure she was safe.

The house was quiet when I walked in. I carried her upstairs to my room, and gently laid her on the bed, before going to find my sister. 

I knocked lightly before entering. “Hey, Jules, I need your help,” I said.

She lay sprawled on her bed, headphones on, assignments scattered around her. Her head snapped up, and she glares at me. “Don’t you knock?” she demanded, irritated.

“I did,” I said, waving at her headphones. “How can you hear me with those on?”

She rolled her eyes and sat up. “Fine. How can I help?”

“I need you to undress and change the girl in my room,” I said, my expression serious.

Her eyes widened. “Are you high?”

“No,” I replied evenly. “I can’t do it myself.”

“Now I am curious,” she jumps down from the bed and runs out of the room. I roll my eyes and follow her. 

She stops abruptly at my door, causing me to nearly run into her. She spun to face me, concern etched on her face. “Is she dead?”

I chuckled softly, shaking my head. “No. Just passed out.”

Her eyes narrowed. “What happened?”

“Some guys tried to rape her,” I said, my voice low, hard, my fists clenching involuntarily.

Her anger flared instantly. “What?!”

I look at her and she looks angry. I smile proud of her. Jules might act like she doesn’t care, but when it comes to injustice my sister always stands for what is right. 

“Did you kill them?” She ask seriously. 

I smile fondly at her. “I taught them a lesson and left them for Uncle Jeffery to deal with.” 

“Good. Do you have what I can change her with.” 

I nod, and go to my closet to find something for her. 

SORAYA  POV

Slowly, I drifted out of unconsciousness, my mind clawing its way back to awareness. The first thing I noticed was the room—blue walls, filled with pictures of beautiful women in various states of undress, and some basket ball club.

I narrow my eyes at the artistic wall, trying to figure out where the fuck I am. 

My head throbbed like someone had set off fireworks behind my eyes, and no matter how hard I tried, nothing made sense.

Where the hell am I?

I pushed at the covers with shaky hands and froze.

“Ahhh!” My scream tore through the silence as I stared down at myself in disbelief. I was naked. Completely fucking naked under the sheets.

Where the fuck are my clothes. 

Before panic could swallow me whole, a loud thud echoed, followed by movement. My head snapped around, and my heart nearly stopped.

Draven fucking Knight.

He was kneeling on the ground, bare chested, his glossy brown hair messy, and dropping down to his face. He looks a little disoriented from sleep, and honestly sexy, but that is not what I am thinking right now.

I am hung up on the fact that I am fucking naked under the fucking covers, and Draven Knight is next to my in his under wear. What the fuck kind of alternate reality is this? 

“Are you alright?” He enquires, his voice hoarse from sleep. 

My jaw dropped. Am I alright? Did he seriously just ask me that? I wanted to laugh and cry at the same time.

“No, I’m not fucking alright!” I snapped, my voice raised due to my panic. “What the hell did you do to me?”

His eyes narrows confusingly at me. “What?” 

“Don’t play games with me, Draven! You better start talking or I will cut that thing between your legs,” I threaten, pointing my fingers towards his junk. 

His hands fly down to protect his organ. “Don’t threaten junior like that,” he glares at me. 

“It won’t be a threat anymore if you don’t start talking.” 

“Alright. Put your bra on, he say, and joins me on the bed.” I raise a brow at his weird saying. “Put your shirt on,” he tries to explain, but I kept looking at him. 

“Never mind,” he dismisses with a heavy sigh. 

“Right. Back to the important matter.” I fold my hand across my chest as I wait for his explanation. 

“You were attacked last night,” he says softly. 

The words punched the air out of my lungs. My heart lurched against my rib cage, as dread crawled up my spine. “What do you mean?” I whispered, barely able to get the words out.

“Don’t worry I got there on time,” he says, looking me straight in the eyes.

I look at him, my expression horrified. I can’t believe that I was nearly raped last night. All I did was take a drink from some fucking cute guy. Who knew he fucking spiked it.

I scrambled out of the bed, clutching the sheet around me even though I had a long sleeve shirt on. I needed to get out of here. I needed my clothes, needed to erase the last twelve hours from existence.

“Don’t I get at least a thank you?!” Draven’s voice cuts through my frantic movement. 

“Fine,” I snapped. “Thank you. Now, where are my clothes?” My eyes darted around for the golden, sanguine gown I had worn last night.

“I burned it.”

I froze. Slowly, I turned toward him, my face twisting with disbelief. “You did what?”

He shrugged his broad shoulders, unbothered. “I didn’t want you wearing something that carried bad memories.”

How considerate of him. Never thought him capable. “And what do I wear back to the house?” I look at the time and my eyes fell off from their socket. 

It is 1. P.M. Shit! My father is going to have my head. 

“My clothes,” Draven’s answer penetrates through my panic. I look at him like he has lost his damn mind. He was smiling at me. 

“And have people think I slept with you. No thank you,” I say sarcastically, rolling my eyes. 

“Suit yourself. It is either my clothes or you walk home naked,” He smirked at me.