Chapter 7
DAMIAN
Alex had become my new obsession. As she walked the hallways at school, alone and scared, she didn’t know I was following her.
Stalking my Pet.
Carl Wellington plucked Alex from one version of Hell and threw her headfirst into another. Luca told everyone in town she was coming and to steer clear of her at Astor Prep. Students passed her with curious looks. No one with any common sense spoke to her.
They knew better.
Luca was the king of this school. Anyone stupid enough to defy him paid the price for their insubordination.
I scared Alex.
But she was a fighter.
I studied Alex as she stopped at her locker and bit her nails. It was a gross habit I needed to break.
I wanted to teach her.
Train her.
Like a good Pet.
Throughout the morning, no one acknowledged her, not even the teachers. They let her blend into every class as if she were furniture.
The student body and the staff feared our family. They knew better than to get in our way. Not unless they wanted to become casualties of war.
Alex tried to make friends with a few girls. But they looked the other way when she introduced herself. Only the football team captain dared to defy Luca’s order. But Luca shut that shit down real quick.
When the bell rang, Bastian joined me, leaning against the wall across from the bank of lockers. “She’s so fucking hot.” He scrubbed a hand across his jaw and sighed. “And she’s ours.”
“Luca will change his mind.”
He shook his head. “Not a chance. Her mom killed his. There’s too much bad blood between them. His dick would probably fall off if he tried to fuck her.”
I snorted at Bastian’s stupid comment. “He hates her now… but I doubt it will last long. Look at her.”
My gaze fell on her tight ass, which looked perfect in a mid-length skirt. She was skinny and could use more meat on her bones, but that was only because her parents never fed her.
We took care of our property.
And Alex was ours.
Blonde curls trailed down her back, and when she swung her head to the side, shoving the hair over her shoulder, I nearly lost my mind. She had the face of a fucking angel. And pretty soon, she would be corrupted by the devil.
Mine, mine, mine.
Alexandrea Wellington was the best gift Luca had ever given me. Sometimes, I hated him for being a dick.
But he gave her to me.
So we were even.
“I’m trying hard not to go over there and fuck her on the floor like an animal.” I licked my lips and glanced at Bastian to see that he was doing the same thing. “We should tag-team her. Break into both of her tight holes at the same time.”
We loved fucking women together. It was the only time I felt connected to Bastian in that way. He wouldn’t let me fuck him. I could touch his dick and put it in my mouth, but he never crossed that line. He was so afraid it would make him gay.
The last bell sounded, and Alex shut her locker.
“Let’s go.” Bastian tugged on my jacket. “We’ll show our girl to her table. I’m starving.”
He grabbed Alex’s wrist and dragged her down the hallway toward the refectory. “Time to eat, Cherry.”
Her eyes narrowed at him. “My name isn’t Cherry.”
He winked. “It is now, my sweet Cherry.”
We sat at our table, and Luca gave Alex a menacing look. Students kept their distance from us, leaving the tables on each side open. We had ruled for the past four years, instilling fear into everyone.
Alex was the only person without the last name Salvatore allowed to sit at our table. It was a privilege to eat with us.
Luca slid a tray across the table at Alex, his blue eyes colder than ice. “Eat. I’m not fucking a skinny twig.”
She glanced at the sandwich on the plate and scowled as if he’d poisoned her food. And to my surprise, she pushed the tray at him.
“I wouldn’t fuck you if you paid me.”
All conversation in the room came to a screeching halt. Everyone stared at her, shocked by her outburst.
Luca’s jaw ticked, and he glared at her as if he might reach across the table and snap her neck. I hoped he didn’t because I enjoyed staring at her beautiful face.
“I don’t care if you’re a Wellington.” Luca was out of his chair in seconds. “That name means absolutely nothing to me. In this town, Salvatore is the only name that matters.” He pointed to the space in front of him on the floor. “Get over here.”
She shook her blonde head, curls framing her heart-shaped face. “Dream on.”
Luca rounded the table, nostrils flared. Alex tried to escape, but Luca fisted her hair in his palm and yanked her up from the chair. “Wanna try that again, Wellington whore?”
She elbowed him in the stomach.
My dick was already hard and tenting my slacks.
Alex stomped on Luca’s foot. “I’m not a whore.”
His eyes widened with rage. I couldn’t tell if he was as turned on as I was or if he might kill her in front of everyone.
She didn’t know why he hated her so much. I wondered how she would react when she discovered the truth about her fucked-up family. Knowing her mother murdered Luca and Marcello’s mother would have crushed her spirit.
The great Evangeline Franco was a world-renowned painter and celebrity in the art world. She was also Alex’s favorite artist and idol.
But I hated her.
My adoptive mother despised me. She treated me like trash before her death. The woman didn’t even take the last name Salvatore when she married Arlo.
I didn’t miss her.
She was a bitch.
Eva would have sent Bastian and me to live with someone else if she were still alive. We were parentless and homeless, and Arlo wanted to keep us. They fought over it all the time.
The world believed Evangeline died in a car accident. Which meant Alex did, too. But that was all staged by The Founders Society to cover up the truth.
Alex squirmed, but Luca ignored her and palmed her head until her knees hit the floor. “Kiss my boots like a good little whore.”
On the outside, Luca appeared controlled but was close to losing it.
He wouldn’t touch her.
But he wanted her.
I saw the desire masked as hatred plastered on his face. Wanting her was making him miserable. Since her arrival in Devil’s Creek, he’d been a horrible asshole to all of us.
Alex shook her head. “Never. I did nothing wrong.”
“You exist,” Luca fired back. “That’s enough.”
“Why do you hate me so much?”
“Ask your grandfather.” Luca smirked. “See if he’ll tell you the truth about why you’re really here.”
Luca walked away and raised his hand to beckon a blonde girl with huge tits. Stacey Carlton had the same blonde, curly hair and blue eyes as Alex. But where Stacey had more curves, Alex had the face of a model.
My brother would use Stacey to get back at Alex. And judging by the look on Alex’s face, his plan was working. She almost seemed sad, like she would have preferred Luca to use her instead.
As Luca walked away with Stacey, Alex rose from the floor, fixing her hair and unable to take her eyes off them.
My Pet was jealous.
Luca glanced over his shoulder at Alex before he left the room, grabbing Stacey’s ass. He did that to fuck with her. It was so obvious Alex wanted him, even though she hated him.
I knew Luca would think about Alex as he used Stacey’s mouth to get off… but Alex didn’t know that. Her simple act of defiance sparked something none of us saw coming. Alex’s intense hatred and desire for Luca only made her come running to Bastian and me much sooner than I had expected.