Chapter 21
Guilt eats at me.I’ve let her down so many times without her even knowing. A picture of me would be found under the label asshole with how I’ve treated her.
I run a hand down my face. Right now, I sit at my desk watching her sleep, and I feel like fucking shit about what happened to her. It shouldn’t have.
Was I at Black Dragon? Yeah, I was. Watching over her as Xay and Seven were looking into Xay’s dad’s clients. I had to take a fucking piss, thinking she would be fine on the dance floor with Addy.
I was gone for a few minutes, seven max. And when I came out and she was gone, my heart dropped.
And that’s all it took for her to get jumped.
I rushed over to Addy, asking her where Rory went. When she told me she went outside, I immediately ran right out of the bar, with her roommate in tow.
When I saw her on the ground, all beat up, I saw red. I wanted to murder whoever laid a single finger on her. But I needed to focus on her.
Which would keep me out of prison for murder.
Her plump lips are slightly parted as she softly breathes in and out. Her eyelids flutter as she dreams. Her perfect soft skin in complete contrast to my dark sheets. Her hair fans out around her.
I look at my watch and see it’s three in the morning. She has been out for a few hours now. Everything she went through today completely exhausted her.
Watching her mouth turn down, I instantly hate the sadness on her face. She starts to whimper in her sleep, her face scrunching up. Rory tosses and turns, and I jump up from the chair, heading toward the bed.
When I get there, I slowly climb in and hover over her. “Angel, wake up. Wake up, Rory.” I rub her face softly, trying to stir her. Her fists grip the sheets at her sides.
“No! Stop!” Her eyes fly open as a cry slips from her lips.
“Hey, hey, hey. It’s okay. It’s just a bad dream.” I take hold of her hand and rub my thumb against her skin.
“Ow. Fuck, I hurt.” I can see her clenching her jaw as she squeezes her eyes shut.
“Yeah, I need to give you some more ibuprofen.”
“Is she okay?” Xayden runs into my room like the place is on fire. Seven is following close behind.
Rory stiffens beside me. Her eyes widen at the intrusion of Xay and Seven. I texted them as soon as I had her comfortable and asleep. They both came running back as soon as they heard she was beaten to hell.
Seven slowly walks up next to her. “We just want to make sure you’re okay.” Her eyes track him, but she doesn’t say anything. “We heard what happened.”
“You need to rest,” Xayden cuts in. “You can sleep here. Dekker is going to take the couch in my room.”
“No, I need to go.” She tries to push up, but her body is so sore, she grimaces as she tries to move.
“No, you don’t.” Xay levels a stare at her. “You will take some more pain meds and then get some sleep. Then in the morning, you can tell us what the fuck happened.”
“You fucking happened!” she spits as she grabs her side.
“Excuse me?” Xayden takes a step closer to her.
“You! You’re the reason this fucking happened! The reason everything has happened. And I didn’t ask for any of this.”
She bites her lip as she throws the blanket off of her, and I go to tell her to lie down, but her look instantly tells me that I need to let her do her thing. Or I’ll be in the line of fire next.
“What the fuck does that mean, Aurora?” Xayden takes another step closer to where she is standing on the side of the bed. Seven slowly backs away and moves around toward where I am standing.
“You three and those fucking cunts you use as your own personal pocket pussy have been making my life miserable. The three of you have allowed and given them the go ahead. You stood there when they pushed me or said shit to me. You let them bully me! Surprise, surprise, when they saw me outside the bar!”
“Wait, the girls did this to you?” I clench my fists. She doesn’t move her eyes from her stepbrother “Yes.”
“Fuck.” Seven says beside me.
“You’ve had an issue with me since the moment I got to this godforsaken state. I didn’t ask for this!” Tears start to fall from her eyes. “I lost everything. My dad left me when he died, my mom left me for your dad. You, you left me standing on that sidewalk the day we moved in.
“I have had to keep my own head above water just so I can try and survive. All I am trying to do is get out of here. Not bother a soul, just keep my head down and enjoy the shitty hand I was dealt. I didn’t mean to intrude on you and your dad, and if I could have, I would have stayed in Vegas.
“Alone. Because at least there, I’m alone without all the shit you have done. So, fuck you, Xayden. Fuck you.” Her eyes don’t waver from his.
Xayden doesn’t say anything, but I see the moment he snaps. His control, his bullshit reason for wanting to hurt her. I see the moment he gives in to how he feels.
In a flash, he has her pushed up against my wall with his hand around her throat.
She lets out a yelp as her back hits the wall.
“You think I hate you, Princess?” His voice is raspy, and I can see her eyes widen at his question. “You think anything I did was out of hate?”
I can see her eyes narrow at him, his hand still around her throat. And then the world fucking stops.
Xayden crashes his lips into hers. I hear her gasp in surprise, followed by what sounds like a moan.
For a split second, I can’t believe what I’m seeing.
He finally caved. He finally gave in.
Halle-fucking-lujah.
He removes his hand from her throat, and both hands make their way down to her ass. In an instant, he grips her ass with a fierceness and lifts her up against the wall.
Rory lets out a hiss as her legs instinctively wrap around him. Apparently, whatever is happening right now negates how much pain she is really in.
The two of them are still sucking each other’s face like they are starving for the other’s last breath. It’s fucking hot. I look over at Seven, who’s biting his lip as he watches Xay make out with his stepsister.
A groan from Xayden focuses my attention back onto them. I watch as Rory mindlessly grinds on Xayden’s cock. And, shit, I can feel myself get hard as I watch them.
“That’s it Rory.” Xayden pulls himself off her lips and starts kissing down her neck. “Use me. Feel how fucking hard you make me? This isn’t hate, Princess. So fucking far from it.”
“Your dick is used to getting the attention. Not surprised it’s rock hard,” she bits back breathlessly.
I hear a groan rip from Xayden’s throat and suddenly she is ripped from the wall and thrown onto the bed. She lets out a yelp as she bounces from the fall, and I can see her face contort a bit from the pain. But her dilated pupils speak louder than anything else. She is hungry for Xay.
I run my hand down my face. The temperature in this room has risen by at least twenty degrees.
Xay’s eyes meet ours. “Grab her wrists,” he commands, and her eyes widen at the words.
“What are you doing, Xayden?” she hisses and my hand grabs her left and Seven, her right. She tries to pull away, but our grips are too strong for her.
“I’m showing you something, sis.” The corners of his lips turn upward.
Ever so slowly, Xay crawls on top of Rory. Her eyes track every single one of his movements. Her fight against our bindings have stopped, but she is still tense under Xay.
He grinds into her, and she instantly responds with a moan. Her back arches against him, and he lets out a raspy groan in response to her.
“You feel what you do to me? This isn’t hate. Anything but.” He pushes up against her, causing her breath to hitch.
“Then why do you torment me? Why are you so mean to me? Why can’t you just treat me like you actually like your stepsister?” Her words come out in a breathy whisper.
And with those words he pushes up off her. Without saying a thing, he looks at us and then back at her, a storm in his eyes.
We drop her arms, and Rory just lays there, staring at Xay, looking for an answer to her question.
But she isn’t going to get one.
He already did too much. Broke down too many walls he keeps up. He wants her to hate him so she isn’t a temptation.
But not giving in to what he wants is eating at him.
Hence this little show he just put on.
Xayden cracked.
Suddenly, he turns on his heels and walks out the door. I hear his door slam shut to his room. Looking down at Rory, I can see the fire in her eyes. She’s pissed.
She groans in a bit of pain as she sits up. Adjusting her shirt and combing her hands through her hair, she slowly stands.
“Hey, Rory, how about you just lie back down and rest? You’re hurt.” Seven holds his arms out toward the pillows on the bed.
Her head snaps toward his voice, and she narrows her eyes at him. “The only thing that hurts is the fucking whiplash I just got,” she hisses.
“Okay, but we can go talk to him. Let us handle it.” Seven continues to try and get her to come back and lie down.
She says nothing. Instead, she turns and marches out the door. I turn to look at Seven and see the same thing in his eyes that I’m thinking.
Shit just hit the fucking fan.