SEVEN
Milan
PRESENT
Aliya Sierra.
Born on May 20th, she lives with her mother and stepfather in Belmont and is a reserved loner who hardly attracts attention.
Yet it’s been three years since I laid my eyes on her.
Her dark hair, begging to be wrapped in my fist, to hear her pained moans. Her full lips, meant for far more than just keeping silent. And her emerald green eyes that take my mind away.
From the moment I saw her for the first time, it was clear to me.
This girl will be my downfall.
A curse on my existence.
But her power displeases me.
I want to see her suffer and cry.
Destroy and break her so that I am also the only one buzzing in her thoughts as she weighs mine down constantly.
I’ve waited three years.
Three full years.
Every move she makes, all her traits and changes I’ve memorized. But now it’s time to make her pay for the past.
I found the bracelet in the back seat of my car while the new exchange student Lucia Perez spread her legs for me.
I didn’t have to think twice to know that it was hers.
She’s been wearing it since the first time I saw her and has never taken it off, not even in PE class or when she’s sculpting.
To give her a taste of her own medicine, I broke it. Because I know what a sneaky facade she hides behind her pure eyes. But I will uncover her feigned deceitfulness and innocence soon enough.
Hate is a strong and intense term, yet far too understated to put my deep dislike for her into words.
She is playing with fire, unaware that she will burn herself in the process.
“Why are you coming after me?” Shin enters the room, followed by Raelyn.
“You wish. I’m here because Milan called me. You think pretty highly of yourself, you shitty narcissist.” Raelyn sits down on the couch while Shin glares madly at her. “Who in their right mind would even follow you?”
“Shut the fuck up.”
“Make me.”
“You’re lucky I don’t kick your ass for saying things like that.”
“You want to spank me? That’s kinky, Shidiot.”
Shin clenches his jaw. “I’m warning you, don’t push your luck.”
By now I’m used to them hating each other’s guts. I don’t get why they always snipe at each other, but over the years I’ve learned to just ignore them.
“Oh, come on, Shin. We both know you’re not going to do anything. You’re all bark and no bite.”
“Oh, I’m about to show you how much I can bite if you don’t shut-”
Shin interrupts himself as Damian opens the door to join us.
“You have one minute to explain why I had to leave Lucia’s pussy to come here!”
I roll my eyes and stub out my cigarette as all three of them look at me, wanting to know why I called them here.
“The Tyrrells,” I start.
Raelyn sighs in annoyance. “If you called me to distract one of those bastards again while you guys play your weird games, you can forget it, Milan.”
“I’ll cover for you this weekend if you help us.”
I know how much Raelyn loves to spend her weekends getting drunk at student parties, but her older sister Elena always puts a spoke in her wheel. Since we grew up together and are neighbors, I can distract Elena when Raelyn is away again.
“Promise?”
“Have I ever broken a promise?”
Raelyn chews on her lower lip. “One last time.”
“Okay, now that we’ve settled that, can she leave?” Shin points his head at Raelyn as if she’s not sitting next to him.
“I’m not thrilled about breathing the same air as you either, don’t worry,” she hisses back before turning back to me. “Let me know when and where you want me to be.”
With those words, she leaves the room.
Damian eyes me, a smirk on his lips. “What’s on your mind this time, huh?”
“We could make a bonfire for the Tyrrells to thank them for the other night.”
He whistles softly. “I like that idea.”
My gaze shifts to Shin. He runs his fingers through his hair and seems to be strategizing already.
It all started a few years ago when we drunkenly set up barriers one night, blocking all of Belmont’s traffic. But when we realized that we were getting away without being noticed, it became a bad habit. We broke into abandoned buildings, damaged properties and even stole a few cars here and there.
But of course, it got around, and some people gave us the name Legions .
Still, there’s no hard evidence of the deeds we’ve done.
Raelyn is the only one who knows we’re behind all the drama, but she doesn’t care.
The youngest Tyrrell brother has a soft spot for her, which is why we occasionally use her as a distraction.
“Tonight?” Shin asks.
After all, the Tyrrells have to pay for attacking us when they were outnumbered.
And then there was my little nightmare, who took the right to scratch my car. Not that my car means anything to me, it makes me much more angry that she dared to be rebellious after three whole years of silence.
But I’ll put her in her place soon enough.
As if Shin had read my thoughts, he changes the topic. “What did Sierra want from you?”
“Sierra, who?” Damian asks, confused.
“Aliya.”
“Who’s that?” Unlike me, Damian doesn’t just pretend like he doesn’t know her. He really doesn’t know.
“The one from the awards ceremony. Don’t you remember?” Shin helps him out.
“Oh, you mean Servant !” Damian nods and looks at me. “What about her?
“She asked me where you were.”
The fact that she even asked Shin about me to get her bracelet back shows how much that tiny something meant to her.
Poor little thing. How mean of me to break it.
“Did she give you a blow job as compensation for the scratch?”
I smile at Damian’s question. She’d never do that. Not yet .
I light another cigarette to keep myself from fantasizing about how tight she must be and what it would feel like to thrust into her hard, to hear her pained sounds in my ears.
Even though I loathe her for all the things she’s done, that doesn’t stop me from wanting her under me.
“She dropped her bracelet in my car and wanted it back.”
“A bracelet?” Damian furrows his eyebrows. “How boring.”
“I think you should give it back to her.”
I roll my eyes at Shin’s statement. “She scratched my car. It won’t hurt anyone if we play with her a bit.”
That my plans with her go far beyond a few games, I keep to myself. Besides, I’ve already torn her bracelet, so there’s nothing to give back.
“We’ll give it back to her if she accepts a foursome with us,” Damian suggests.
“I’d rather die than have sex with you in the same room,” Shin comments.
“Come on, Shinichiro. I know you secretly love this idea.”
Before Shin throws another tantrum, I interrupt the conversation. “She’s not my type.”
In truth, in my mind, I’ve had her in every position already.
“You know, I thought that too, but there’s something about Servant. I think it’s her eyes. I’ve always had a thing for green eyes. If you’re not going to fuck her, at least let me do it.”
I tense.
Not that I mind that he wants to hook up with her, but I’ll be the first one to destroy her pride and posed innocence.
I want to fuck her dirty until she can’t remember her name. With my hand around her throat, I want to cut off her air slowly. Only then will I be satisfied.
“Why are you both so focused on her? I don’t get it. Apart from her ordinary appearance, she’s prone to aggressive outbursts. I told you about the time she beat a grown man with a chair to the point of hospitalization in middle school, Milan!” Shin looks straight at me.
That’s right, there was something.
“Servant beat up a man? God, that turns me on even more.”
Shin has never been a big fan of Aliya.
Although she’s never been a topic of conversation between us before, I’ve been able to observe the hateful look he’s always given her over the years. And even when we left her behind on an empty street, he made no effort to say anything against it.
If it had been anyone else, he’d have objected and convinced us both not to do it, but he doesn’t seem to want to stand up for her. On the contrary, he wants us both to stay away from her and not draw her deeper into our lives.
While I obviously hate Aliya because she embodies everything I’m trying reluctantly to suppress, Shin has a completely different reason.
A sense of foreboding builds inside me as the corner of my mouth twitches upwards slightly. “What did she do to you in middle school, Shin? You don’t hate anyone without a reason.”
Shin’s eyebrows draw together, but I can see the panic flashing in his eyes. “Nothing.”
“Did she hit you too?” Damian makes a joke but falls silent when he notices the serious look on Shin’s face. “What, seriously now?”
Damian and I exchange glances with each other until we start laughing at the same time.
“Yeah, yeah, go ahead and make fun of me.” Shin crosses his arms defensively. “It was just an accident. Besides, I was fourteen and … That’s enough! Both of you just shut up!”
“We should leave her alone, Shane. Not that she’ll hit him again,” Damian jokes as Shin stands up angrily.
“Fuck you.” He storms out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
Damian and I burst out laughing again.