28. Chapter 23 #2
I discreetly look over at everyone and there are all five of my men standing with their arms crossed over their chest. Damion has a look of disgust on his face.
It makes me cringe from the inside out. I look over and see Marcus‘s eyes glowing just like his father’s.
I know he’s infuriated. Sylus stands with his hands, tucked into his jeans, dark eyes look deep within my soul.
I feel like he’s tearing me apart from the inside out.
Emmit smirks, but it’s not the joyous kind that he usually has.
This is the kind that he hides behind; it's a mask of sorts. Treven won’t look at me, but I know he knows I’m here because he keeps his eyes averted to his phone.
What the fuck? Why are they acting like this?
They haven’t been acting the same lately.
I know they are upset about the tattoo. I intently stare at each one.
I hope they know how pissed I am, because when I get out of this, I’m fucking shit up.
“I knew the boys took a liking to you. Letting in a stray and all.” I can’t stand looking at this man any longer.
He makes me feel like tiny little answers are eating me all over.
“Anyway, see, Miss Evie here wants to be a part of the gang and you better introduce her.” For some reason I don’t think introducing me is going to be a good thing.
“You have nothing to say.” He looks at me in question.
“Oh, that’s right.” He tears off the duct tape. I wince, but look the man in his eyes.
“I don’t get what the big deal is. I have been a part of the guy's life for years.” The urge to hack up a loogie and spit it at the man is really high right about now.
“You have to earn that right, Evie. Unlike your fathers’ hand, we do things differently.”
I shake my head profusely. “Not my father.”
“We’ll take responsibility for Evie, one hundred percent.” Marcus stands up to his father with the others flanking. About fucking time. I was wondering what was going on with them.
“No need for that.” To say I’m getting a little pissed off, would be an understatement right now. I am about to freak the fuck out on everyone here. I don’t know what is going on, unless the guys are scared of him? Now that’s a thought.
“She has to be accepted by us all. Show her worth. If she wants to play big boy games then she can take it like a man.” I can’t help the snort.
“She is right here, still tied up.” Emmit pulls out a joint.
I prefer blunts for the taste, but whatever.
“Here Babydoll, you might need this.” Emmit smiles just a bit showing me it’s ok.
He places the joint between his lips. With one hand around it to block any air and the other with his black lighter he winks and lights it up.
He sucks in and holds leaning over to me.
I open my lips as he places his on mine and pushes all the smoke in.
Inhaling, he leans back and gives me that smirk of approval.
I cough a little as I choke up. Shit, I needed that.
“Take her down to the creeks.” Marcus pushes through with a blade in hand, he flicks his wrist as it slices through the ropes. “Knees.” He yells.
“Jeez, so serious.” I smirk and look into his eyes.
It’s going to take hell of a lot to tame my fire.
Damion‘s callus fingers scrape against my neck, pushing me down forcefully. “I suggest you do as he says, love.” The endearment itself has me melting like a puddle. What’s up with this hot and cold?
Damion pushes me to the floor, raising my chin up with two finger fingers, to meet Marcus in those cool blue eyes. It gives me chills down my spine. The resemblance to his father is crazy, but unlike his father, I see something more. I see the love that he truly has for me.
“The guys and I take full responsibility for Evie. She will listen to us and she will obey us at all times, right Evie?” I can’t help but to snort, almost choking on it because I’m about to laugh my ass off. Sylus comes up by Marcus’s side reaching out and gripping my throat.
“That’s not how we do things, Sweetness.” He grips harder as I try tapping on his hand. His dark eyes lock with mine. I gasp.
Sylus means business. “Strip.” He licks his lips, and loosens his hold, before he lets go.
“What, no I can’t ….” I stutter and try to avert my eyes.
“You god damn will, Evie.” Damion bends down to my ear to whisper, “unless you want to die.” His pistol pushes up into my ribs.
“Fine.” I say through clenched teeth. Slowly on wobbly legs I pull my sweatshirt over my head. The knife clashes to the floor and I wince. Not knowing what will happen. Emmit gives it a twist through his fingers. Always the show off.
“What are we doing with this, Evie?” I cross my arms over my bare skin and give him the best impression of ‘does it fuckin matter’ I can.
“Finish.” Marcus’s deep voice rattles my bones.
It’s like I want to obey and do as he says.
So I do. I peel back my leggings. Of course I didn’t wear any panties today.
How would I know I was going to strip in front of the whole gang?
I close my arms around my chest because I didn’t put on a shirt or bra.
I stand on full display. Treven stays quiet observing.
I want to shake him and ask why. Why don’t they care about me anymore ?
Is it something I did or something I said?
Not like I’m not used to this. I just didn’t expect it to be from the ones I felt the safest to be around.
Deciding to let go, I drop my arms and hold my head up high.
Marcus looks into my glossed over eyes and I swear I see a tear.
He shakes his head and looks away. I look down to see blacks, blues and purples littering my skin.
I try to lock my eyes with the others but they all look away themselves.
The amount of shame I have makes me want to fall apart.
This is exactly what I have been trying to avoid.
Damion pushes me back down to my knees and I go down without a fight.
“You want a show, father? Fine. We’ll give you the one where we claim that this pussy is ours.
” The vulgar words make me slightly jump.
You wouldn’t notice unless you were paying attention to every detail.
With my thumb I press into my thigh on one of the deepest purples.
I hiss and look back up. Treven shakes his head.
Well at least I’m getting some reactions from him.
“You won’t touch what’s ours. We will touch, we will fuck, we will do with as we want.
” My guys pull their dicks from their pants.
Holding their shafts in between their oversized hands they stroke themselves without a word.
They don’t let me touch them, nothing. Marcus' dad just smiles like watching this activity is normal or something. With a grunt here and there they all start to release their hot sticky cum onto my skin. With a sharp intake of air. It’s like a dog who marks their territory.
Cum lands in my hair, over my face, dripping down my body.
I just take it. I let them show their little show of dominance.
“We’ll lead her in everything she needs to do next,” Marcus says to his father. He nods and slaps his son's back.
“Fine. Just don’t forget what happens if she fucks up. We’ll skip the feels for now.” Marcus and Damion leave with Sylus and Emmit following as I sit naked on the color cement floor with cum all over me. I would leave too.
Treven bends down and picks me up, cradling me like a baby. “You really need to watch yourself, Evie, things are only going to get worse.”