Chapter 42 #2
"Your nasty spit might be too good for her, Jerry.
I hear she likes to slum it, and lets everyone ride her like a used bicycle.
All holes are open for the Springhill train express, no need for a ticket, you ride for free and bareback," a bright, feminine voice calls from the parting crowd, and I get a glance of collagen Barbie, sitting on River's lap, as he kisses down her neck and she fake giggles.
God give me strength not to strangle a fake ass bitch who's decided to test me.
I spy the other two sitting at the same table, with other women hanging off them like half-naked ornaments.
Damon's practically sucking the life out of some girl's face, which tracks with him being a damn vampire, while Cross stares at me, with hate etched on his striking features, as some girl tries her best to keep his attention on her.
Annoyance and exhaustion fill me equally.
What the hell is this? These idiots think that bullying me is going to make me cry, and what, run away?
Really, a few nasty names, and some spit thrown at me, are going to pierce my armor?
Haven't they realized yet that I'm made of stronger shit than that?
I've been through so much already in my short life, trauma they've added to, that they couldn't even possibly begin to understand, never mind survive intact.
These games they're playing with me won't work. I'm not that girl.
I watch as River lifts his bright green gaze, meeting mine, his hands trailing all over collagen Barbie's legs and abdomen, while she leans completely into him as if he belongs to her.
His expression is a mix of anger, threat, and provocation for me to act.
"I've had a piece of her, so have Damon and Cross.
She's nothing special, just a loose, used-up pussy, nothing like your tight one, Ava.
" River forces her lips to meet his, and for a moment, I feel a sharp pang of pain in my chest. How could he say those things about me, when just yesterday he was begging me to say that I was his?
I knew he was a liar and a manipulator, that there was nothing real ever between us, and now I'm just even more furious that I didn't break his face yesterday.
He pulls away and meets my gaze once again, his eyes daring me to deny his accusation.
"She's nothing, no one, and she's going to remain that way. "
"You're right, bro, she's trash, sucks cock like a crack whore, though.
If you've got a twenty handy, she'll make you see stars," Damon chuckles, as he forces the girl he's kissing to straddle his lap, while he fondles her ass for the whole cafe to see.
He won't meet my gaze, but that doesn't matter.
He can talk shit all he wants, he's still covered in the last beating I gave him.
A few guys around us snicker and throw twenties at me, and they land on the ground at my feet.
I can feel myself closing in on the breaking point of my control, even as I hear my old coach in my head, telling me to restrain myself, and hold my ground.
Don't do it, Olly. You're better than this.
The thing is, I don't know if I am better than this, especially with what these assholes have put me through.
I want to be petty and violent. I want to bring them down a peg or two in front of their worshippers, to show them that they're mere mortals, and not gods.
One thing is for sure, they want to play games, and that's fine, because I'm about to change the rules on them.
River breaks from another kiss, and Barbie stares back at me with satisfaction clearly painted across her pretty features.
It's a shame, really. This girl is gorgeous, at least on the outside, but she's allowing herself to be used by these assholes.
I wonder if she truly realizes that they don't give a shit about her; she's just a chess piece they move on a board when they need to.
It makes me angry on her behalf, even though right now she's being catty and offensive.
Whatever happened to girl power, and sticking up for your fellow sisters against toxic masculinity?
I guess that disappears when you want to be the Queen B around here.
I can't honestly even fault her; she's doing what she needs to do to get ahead, and maybe keep herself safe.
I'm sure she's seen firsthand what happens when you're prey with these three.
"Hey, Georgina, we don't do catty shit like that to other women, this is 2025." I smirk as she gets off River's lap and stalks closer, feeling brave from the support of the guys, and the crowd. Oh, baby girl, you're about to learn I don't need to hit you to make you fall on your ass.
"My name is Ava, bitch, not Georgina!" Her hands land on her shapely hips as she stares daggers at me.
It's almost too easy. I can see the fake confidence, but underneath it is uneasiness.
I'm sure she's heard the stories about how I react with violence, and if she hasn't, the bruises all over Damon paint a pretty graphic picture.
It makes me admire her a little more, the fact that she's worked up the nerve to approach me, and not stand behind Cross, River, and Damon's demented shoulders.
I take a step closer, and to my delight, she continues to stand her ground.
My hand strikes out quick before she can pull away, and my fingers wrap around her swan-like neck, applying subtle pressure, as her tantalizing scent greets my nose.
"I know, pretty girl." I pull her closer, and Ava flinches like I'm going to hit her.
Instead, I press my luck and dart my face against hers until I can see the deep flecks of gunmetal in her stunning blue eyes, and I use my tongue to lick at her sealed lips.
Fuck, her lip gloss tastes like strawberries, and suddenly I'm ravenous.
Ava gasps in my tight grasp, and I take full advantage of her by slipping my tongue inside of her mouth and kissing her hard, while my other hand grips her tresses and pulls her sexy body flush against mine, until she's chest to chest with me and her warmth is sinking into me.
The crowd around us disappears as I deepen this kiss, and after a few seconds, her tongue meets mine, stroking and lashing at each other, as she makes mewling sounds that I'm positive she's not even aware she's making.
Her hand rises, cradling my face gently, and the other grasps my bicep, holding me close to her, as if she can't get enough.
There we go, pretty girl, that's all you needed, a little attention from the right person to make you purr.
I pull back with regret, and give her one last kiss on her swollen lips.
Her eyes are dilated as they meet mine, and she's got such a charming rose blush rising on her complexion.
"Girlie, I'm never going to fight you over those three losers, especially when I know I can make you cum harder and longer than any of them can.
Keep that in mind, pretty girl, and hit me up if you're lonely.”
"Jesus fucking Christ, that's hot," Damon groans as he pushes his willing victim off his lap, and adjusts the massive hard-on tenting his pants. My eyes meet Cross's, and then River's, and in both of their glances, I see hunger and rage.
They think I'm going to be some basic, petty bitch and fight another girl over them in jealousy.
Naw, I don't deal in that shit, I'm not out here bringing women down.
I'm all about uplifting, not tearing down.
Those three want to play games with me, but I'm not some weak bitch who's easily swayed by good dick.
I'm mature and honest enough to admit all three of them have fantastic cocks, and seem to know how to use them, and that they're sexy as fuck, but that's the thing, they use their exterior to snare you, while their insides are filled with poisonous, ugly rot.
I blow poor dazed Ava, who's still attempting to catch her breath, a kiss, and then give all three of those assholes my middle fingers.
The crowd is silent, as if they're waiting for violence to break out, or are unsure of how to react.
I turn my back purposely on Mayhem, showing them I'm not afraid of them in the slightest, and walk toward the door of the cafe, no longer interested in my coffee craving.
A smirk crosses my face, as the sunlight greets my skin with warmth. It looks like I just stole their bitch. Take that, Mayhem.