Chapter Five
SKYE
I’ve been locked in this fucking room since those three fuckers dragged me back here after fucking my brains out.
I am fucking wild! Those sons of bitches had the nerve to carve their fucking emblem into my body.
On the top of my right tit I have a capital H with a V through it carved into my skin.
I want to fool myself into thinking it will fade, but the bastard dug the blade in enough to make sure it would scar.
If I was to return sporting their brand, my brother would hold me down while my father carved it out of my skin. Those fuckers ensured I can never return home.
I pace the length of the room, fucking pissed off more at myself than them.
If I hadn’t allowed them to touch me and just made the kill I would be free of them and my family.
But no, I had to go and be distracted by dick!
Granted, they are three of the most beautiful dicks I have ever seen in my life and, dear Lord, do they fucking know how to use them.
I have never come so many times before in my life! I was so weak from the orgasms I didn’t even have the strength to fight them off when they dragged me back here.
At least they had food and water delivered to my room.
I ate everything on the tray and didn’t let a single crumb go to waste.
They also had a shirt and a pair of tights bought for me but no panties or bra.
I used the adjoining bathroom and was fucking shocked that the clothes were my size and fit perfectly.
When the click of the door being unlocked sounds out, I whirl and wait for the fucker to enter. The second the door opens and I see the poor fucker I punched in the nose standing there, I feel bad. He has two black eyes and his nose is strapped. He doesn’t look pissed though.
“Hey,” he rasps out.
“Hi?”
He smiles kindly and nods which just has me raising my brows. “You’ve been summoned. Please follow me.”
I almost choke on my spit. “I’ve been summoned?” I screech, making the guy look perplexed by my outburst. “No one fucking summons me!” I hiss.
He sighs tiredly and shakes his head. “Look, you can either follow me or the six guards out here have been instructed to subdue you, drug you, then take you back to the cellar.” My features harden at his threat, causing him to raise his hands.
“Take option one so I can show you around and I promise not to let anyone hurt you.” I grit my teeth and manage to keep my mouth shut as I follow him out of the room.
True to his word I see the six guards standing in the hallway ready to do their bosses' bidding, no doubt.
I ignore the bastards and flick my hair over my shoulder.
The guy leading me points out things in the house but I tune him out as I study the layout, count the exits and map out my best escape route. It's nearly nightfall and my best chance of getting out of here undetected is under the cover of darkness.
“I’m sorry about the river. I didn’t know the current was that bad.” I jerk my head to the side and take in his remorseful look.
“You mean that, don’t you?”
His brows bunch as he nods. “Yeah. If I had the option to run and never come back, I would.”
“Who are you?” I ask when he comes to a stop in front of two massive wooden doors.
“My name is Max VanHought.” I’ve gone from being semi-relaxed to ready to fight in half a second.
“Why the fuck did you let me go?” I grit out through clenched teeth.
“I’m not like Nixon or Axel. My brothers are made for this life. You need to go in there before they get angry.”
“Who?” I press.
He runs a hand through his black hair and shakes his head.
“You’ll see when you go in. Word of advice though.
Asher fights dirty, never think he will fight clean because you are a girl.
If anything, he will go harder to prove he is stronger.
” With that parting sentence, he turns and leaves me standing there on my own.
I’m not stupid, I know I may not be able to see anyone but I know they are watching me.
I give myself a minute before I push the door open and step inside.
My jaw unhinges at the sight of a boxing ring in the center of the room. Lining the outside is gym equipment and boxing bags. This is something I wish we had at my house but my father and brother would never allow it. They turned our living room into an at-home strip club.
I go on high alert when the lights cut out around the room, except for the one directly above the boxing ring. The hairs on the back of my neck raise and I know I’m not alone in here. I subtly flick my gaze side to side, trying to spot anything that will give me a clue as to where they are.
“Get in the ring,” a man grits out from the darkness. I turn in the direction his voice came from but see nothing.
“Why?” I fire back.
“Because now is the only chance you will have to showcase your skills and see if you can actually take down a VanHought,” he answers.
“From what I just learned, I already took one down when I escaped the cellar,” I sass back smugly.
“In the fucking ring now.” I gasp and lurch forward, utterly astounded that one of them was able to sneak up behind me without me noticing.
I turn and glare at the red masked fuck.
I grind my teeth to the point of pain. The only reason I obey their demand to get into the ring is because I want to show these bastards that I’m not some weak bitch they can throw around.
I stand in the middle of the ring and bounce on the balls of my feet, if they think this is the first time I have ever fought against a guy double my size then they are in for a rude awakening.
This type of shit was all part of my training.
Red, Black and White all step out of the shadows to stand on separate ends of the ring.
I shift back a step to keep the three of them in my view.
I roll my neck side to side and raise my hands. “Let’s dance, boys,” I say. Black is the first to jump up and climb into the ring with me. I have no idea which one is Nixon, Axel or Asher but from what Max has told me, I know the three fuckers I let rail me last night are the heads of this family.
If only Dad knew what the fuck I was doing last night, he would skin me alive and use my death as an example to anyone else thinking of betraying him.
I’m pulled from my thoughts when Black rushes at me.
I pivot on the ball of my foot and duck, then deliver a solid left hook to his kidney, making him howl.
He spins and tries to go for a head shot.
His reach is good and double mine. The problem with him being so big is that he’s a lot slower than I am, allowing me the chance to jump back a half step and kick out, landing a good shot to his ribs.
“You’re going to pay for that,” he threatens. I shoot the cocky bastard a smirk.
“Which one are you? Nixon…” I purr. I circle him looking for a weak spot.
“Axel…” I spot my opening when he drops his left hand giving me a clear shot.
“Or, Asher,” I snap as I rush forward, push off the balls of my feet and jump into the air, ready to land a clean knockout shot.
When a body collides with mine, I’m taken to the mat and fucking winded.