22. Chapter 17
Evie
Present Day
“Don’t tell me that the tough ass Evie now gets a little sick from a little blood.” Emmit smiles his white teeth fully on display.
“You wish.” My voice comes out a little husky. I look to notice that the guys moved me over onto the couch, the fireplace still going. “I never would have thought that this would be your house.” I lazily spit out. Trying to get the attention off the fact I had passed out.
My flash backs are getting worse. The more I’m around them, the worse they are going to get. Everything I worked to keep locked away like Pandora’s box, is now all spilling out. I need to get high. I can’t be here. I can’t do this. My mind starts racing.
“Who’s after you Evie?” Leave it to Damion to break the silence.
He’s sitting on the opposite side of the couch lounging back with his arms behind his head.
He has one leg flat as the other props up by the knee.
His muscles bulge out exposing all of his lickable tattoos on display.
I see past all this fancy ass glamour shit, I know who he really is.
Behind his fresh hair cut and whitened teeth lays the tatted up gang banger ruthless and ready to kill.
To defend everything he’s ever created. My head throbs.
No matter how hard I try to push back my heart still beats for the only men it ever has for.
Fuck. I can't let this happen. It's like an internal war with my head and my heart. On one side, I know what and who I want. But is it safe? Will it hurt Lizzy with the choices I make? Every choice I make has to be measured in cons and pros. If not, Lizzy’s life will be put into danger.
“Now, back to what we started.” Emmit saunters on over. His swag is so on point that I almost snicker. “Let's help you relax.” His words float in the air. I sit up slowly so I don't get a head rush.
“And what do you have in mind?” My eyes look to each and every one of my old loves.
This shit hurts. I know I'm only going to make the pain worse. Because just for once, I want to be taken care of. Then it's back to being on my own making life happen for me and Lizzy. If we have to live off the streets we will, it's not like we haven’t before. I’m honestly not ashamed to use my body. So, if I have to in order to get food, then I guess that’s something I’ll have to do.
Because there’s no way I’m going to let that little girl live a life of hell because of me and my choices.
Emmit smiles and pulls out a baggie. I laugh. “Do you just go around keeping a baggie of weed on you now, Emmit?” His bright smile warms my heart. Shit, this is going to be harder than I thought.
“When I feel like it, do you know who I am? I just do whatever I want.” Emmit's smug ass smile goes clear up his face showing off his fine white teeth. “You know you cannot resist this, Babydoll.” He opens the baggie and wags it at me. I practically ripped the bag out of his hand.
“OK, so how are we doing this?” I gesture smoothly to the bag of weed in my hand.
“You are not doing anything. We are going to be doing everything. Lay back and let us remind you how real men are supposed to take care of Evie, because obviously it’s been a long time since you’ve had anyone show you how it’s done.
” Emmit pushes me onto the couch. Trailing his fingers down my sternum he circles my navel, then dips his fingers into my skirt, pulling it down slightly.
He bends down and licks my belly. Damion winks and pulls both my hands into a fierce grip above my head.
“Just like old times, love. Don’t be scared.” My eyebrows furrow at his comment. What’s that supposed to mean?
Sylus clicks his tongue. “Don’t look so confused sweetness, you know what all this is about.
” Emmit takes the nugs out of the plastic baggie.
Sylus lifts off the white crop top I still have on.
Bending down, he brings his hot tongue to my nipple, and flicks my flesh with his wicked tongue.
Emmit rolls the sticky buds up my side creating a shiver to rock my body.
“Close your eyes, we don't bite.” Emmit nips my ear as he says those words. He rips off his shirt and takes a piece in his hands. “I’ll help you.” He takes the shredded up garment and wraps it around my eyes and ties it in a bow, hands fisted, keeping me bound.
Mother fuckers. I hear a little bit of clatter as smoke fills the room.
I take in a deep breath and exhale. The weed smell feels the whole room.
Click….suck. Hair tickles my legs as a head goes under my skirt. Lips land on my pussy as cool air starts to roam my body. A tongue thrusts inside of me and I gasp in shock, then with a flick of a tongue, I’m left hanging.
“You missed us. Didn’t you, Evie?” I just know Emmit has a smile on his face. His voice sounds happy but also amused with his antics.
Click….suck. His smooth hair rubs on me making me giggle before his mouth finds my pussy lips again.
He blows the smoke inside of me once more, licking and thrusting his tongue inside.
He works me up, till I’m moaning and crying for a release.
Then my body lets go. The hands tighten holding me, as I buck to get out.
“Fuck you. All of you.” I’m panting and trying to catch my breath.
“Oh Evie, did you really forget who we were and where you came from?” Sylus chuckles, not a happy giggly chuckle. No, a dark sinister chuckle. One that has the hair on my neck sticking up.
“You’re all dicks, nothing's changed with that. Now let me go. What do you think, I'm some naive bitch? Or did you forget that you're not talking to one of your daily hoes, Sylus?” The words sting the insides of my throat. I swear I’m gurgling on the words. No, not me, jealous.
“Stop being so stuck up Evie, I’ll finish what I started later.” All hands let go of me.
“Why don’t we take you back over to the old south side?” Marcus suggests.
“What would we do over there?” They untie me, and uncover my eye, so I stand up and straighten myself out. I’m still pissed at these smug mother fuckers.
“Come on Evie, no questions.” Marcus takes my hand and the others follow.