Lahat ng Kabanata ng Wrecked By My Bully: Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

“Now, now, Ivy. Don’t be rude. Stick around for a while.”He knows my name.Adrenaline courses through me. I’m sweating. Saxon was right. Ishould nothave come here.“I’m Viper.” He smiles sickly. “Leader of the Smoke and Skulls. How’s your day going?”I try to dart around him and get to the door, but he grabs me easily by the arm. His fingers dig into my flesh like his hands are vises. “Whoa, whoa, whoa, there. Take it easy, girly.”I cry out as he forces me deeper into the smoky room. I try to thrash against his grip, but it’s no use. He’s a giant compared to me.“Look who made it, boys!” His triumphant call is met with cheers and claps, hoots and hollers. “May not have gotten the mom, but we got the daughter!”My jaw drops. I feel like I’ve been speared in the stomach.That’s what this is all about? It’s been nine years since my mom tried to sell me to pay for her debt. I thought my dad had settled it. I thought I was safe.I thought wrong.“What does Smoke and Skull get, boys!?” he

“And they weren’t after your father,” I sigh. “They were after me. Your dad’s shop was just collateral damage.”Ivy pauses. “You?”I nod. “When you join Smoke and Skulls, you join for life. There’s no leaving like with The Heartless Bastards. So when I did leave, they put out a contract on me. I thought I was safe with a new gang, but one of them must have seen me hanging around at your dad’s shop and figured we were working together. That’s why they left the note and trashed the place.”Her jaw clenches as self-hatred curls like acrid smoke in my stomach.“I never meant foranyof this to happen,” I tell her. “I thought if I went to see Viper and told him I’d come back, that they’d leave you alone. Instead…they used me to set a trap for you.”“You should have told me–”“I didn’t want to put you in danger, Ivy,” I say, clutching her hand tighter. “I really thought I could fix this…”I barely even notice the pain in my body now. It’s masked beneath the emotional pain that lies heavily on

She really is perfect.Her flannel hangs just above her panty line. She chose light blue today, laced, a simple thin little triangle concealing her slit. Normally, we ravish each other senseless every morning, buttoday our routine was thrown off when I was called into the shop early to deal with a hydraulic issue with one of the lifts.To say I’m horny for my wife now would be an understatement.“Come here,” I growl, tugging down my fly. Ivy smiles sassily at me and pops the top button on her shirt.“Why?” she teases. “You want something?”My eyes narrow, and my lips part. “You know what I want, baby.”“Yeah? What is that, Daddy?”I can’t hold back any longer. I reach out, snatch her by the wrist, and pull her onto the bed, spinning so she lands beneath me. She gasps, looking up at me with fire in her eyes.“You,” I tell her, reaching a hand between her thighs. “Andthis.”Her mouth opens, and her back arches as I apply pressure, feeling the wet spot already soaking through her panties

CLARISSA“You alright?” the crazy guy from earlier asks.I feel like a sane person would fear him, but I don’t. I’d been around enough predators in my life to know that even though this guy was crazy, he wouldn’t hurt me. The way he’d come down like a ton of bricks on that perv from earlier told me as much.“Yes, I think I twisted my ankle or something.”His arms sweep under me, lifting me as if I weigh nothing more than a feather or a cotton ball. He cradles me in his arms, rushing us away from a crowd down a small, dank-looking corridor. This would probably be the part where I got chopped up into tiny pieces and left for the vultures in a horror movie.We reach a black steel door. He places me gently on the ground, still holding me up with one arm while he punches in a code, causing the door to open.“Whoa, this is a pretty lush-lookin’ office,” I say, taking in the brick walls, dark mahogany table, rich brown leather furniture.He shrugs, placing me on the large leather sofa. “I li

CLARISSAAll week I’ve felt off, as if I should watch my back. Between school and helping my best friend Emily move her stuff out of her abusive ex-boyfriend’s apartment, life has taken a toll on me.These are the moments that I wished I had someone to lean on. A mom to go home to, and a dad to tell me it will all get better. The only person I have in life who knows me is Emily, and now she is hundreds of miles away in Utah, trying to put distance between herself and Roy.My back makes me want to scream as I get myself out of bed, remembering Roy’s rage. He wasn’t supposed to be home when we were clearing out, but just like any good abuser, they never keep to their promises and ache to have one more go at their victim. If having a sore back and being in pain means that my best friend is finally free of that lunatic, so be it.I walk over to get a cup of coffee started, when my buzzer goes off. I have no clue who’s come to see me at the ass crack of dawn. I glance down at my barely the