Silva (Beware Of The Widows #2)

Prologue

Curling up in the corner of my bed anxiously, I stare at my bedroom door as if it’s going to bite me. I know that sounds dramatic, but this is my reality.

I made a deal with the devil, and now I’m living with those consequences.

It doesn’t matter that I’m doing this to protect my sister, my skin is still covered in a light sheen of cold sweat as I wait to see if Brad or Luke will come to collect on our agreement tonight.

Sometimes, they both come in, and then it makes for an especially bad time.

My breaths almost have a wheezing quality as I struggle not to hyperventilate. My muscles are contracting to the point of pain as I tremble, anticipation and cold seeping into my bones as I attempt to make myself small.

I’m just trying to do what I think is right. Why is that so hard?

It’s been two years since this started, so it isn’t a matter of if they’ll come to my room, but rather when.

One or both of them have turned the knob to my room to invite themselves inside every single night since my first. I still have bruises from Luke’s fingers digging into my hips last night, and the memory of his cum dripping onto my thighs is still replaying in my mind.

They have no sense of shame, flaunting my choices for anyone to see who is willing to look closely enough. I do my best to hide it. My sister can’t know that I traded my safety for hers. I need to keep everything locked down for a while longer.

I have to live in this house until the government will allow me to live alone with Lexi.

Turning eighteen in a year won’t save me if my foster family refuses to let us go, as there are contingencies for aging out, which means I’m stuck.

Arriving at the Fielding home at fifteen wasn’t something my sister or I wanted, but the government deemed it necessary after a car accident that shouldn’t have happened.

Our parents died too soon, a product of our bad decisions.

It’s my fault. I wanted to go to that party, and it’s the one time I decided to be a stupid kid instead of responsible.

I shouldn’t have done it. We had to call them to pick us up after the cops busted it up, and my dad drove angry.

Now they’re dead, and Lexi and I are in this hell hole we have to call home.

“Maybe they won’t come,” I whisper, swallowing around the taste of bile.

My heart is fluttering wildly within the confines of my ribs, and my ears are ringing as my fear reaches new heights. I feel faint, yet know that I have to stay awake to fulfill my promises.

I can’t lie to myself. Brad and Luke haven’t missed a visit in two years. Why is tonight going to be special? It’s later than they usually come to my room, and the minutes continue to pass as I sit in wait for them.

I will lie to Lexi until I’m blue in the face if it means she’s not the one suffering.

I don’t want her to cry, scream, and beg for help that’ll never come.

I don’t even beg anymore because I know I’m the reason they’re here.

I told them they could use me, as long as they leave her alone.

I said this the second I saw Brad put his hand on Lexi’s door, and told Luke he wanted to see if her pussy was tight or not.

Our foster parents put my sister and I in separate rooms to give us our own space, something we never wanted.

They told us we had to be our own people, but instead they’re just separating us so that we can’t help each other.

The only reason I overheard Brad that first night was because my stomach hurt and I had to use the hall bathroom.

So I’ll take this, for her.

The doorknob turns easily because that’s the other part of our agreement. I won’t lock the door to them, not ever. They have free access to my body, and I can’t complain or refuse them.

Gasping in a breath, I try not to think about the fact that my seventeenth birthday is in one short hour, or it’ll simply be one more year I’ll have to suffer through this.

I can’t imagine what’ll happen once Lexi and I find our designation.

We both think we’ll be omegas, which will simply intensify our foster brothers’ interest in us.

Brad’s tousled blonde hair and hooded dark eyes are the first thing I see as he comes through the door with a cruel smile.

“Silva, have you been a good girl for me?” he asks.

Swallowing hard, I nod slightly. The brothers have very specific tastes.

They want me showered, well groomed, and my hair blow dried down my back.

Lexi always gives me odd looks as I do my hair every night before bed, but I can’t tell her why I’m doing it.

She’s already asked me if I have a crush on our foster brothers, and it took everything inside me not to throw up in my mouth.

This is the game I agreed to play, so I do it because there’s no other option. We can’t leave yet as underaged kids. The government would hunt us down and bring us back.

The entire system is so fucking stupid.

“Good girl.” Brad growls, opening the door wider.

He’d be attractive if I didn’t know the amount of evil that exists inside of him. It’s after eleven at night, the house is silent, which means that he knows he can do whatever he wants. “Stand up, I want my friends to see what I get to tap whenever I want.”

Tearing my eyes away from him, I startle as I see there are three other guys between him and his brother standing there.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“Do I need to make you stand?” Luke asks sweetly, his voice forcing me to make my muscles obey me. His brown hair is darker than his brother’s and his steel gray eyes twice as cruel. “Ah, there we are. Isn’t my sister the best?”

I want to scream at him that I’m not his sister as I stand for them in my pajama shorts and thin tank top. Are they really going to let their friends touch me, or is this another way to fuck with me?

“She’s pretty,” a guy with spiky black hair says, walking inside my bedroom to wind my curls around his finger.

Pulling in a huge breath, I feel dizzy as scents that don’t belong in my room overwhelm me. The guys all crowd into my room, and Brad closes and locks my door.

“She cries really pretty when you fuck her ass,” he says, tossing a bottle of lube onto the bed.

The sight of it makes something die inside me. Brad and Luke rarely bother with lube, they tell me they enjoy hurting me, which means this is going to be particularly painful.

“Is that true?” the guy playing with my hair asks. “Are we fucking with names, or does it matter?”

He pushes down the straps of my thin shirt, licking his thick lips as he reveals my pebbled nipples.

My room is the coldest in the house for some reason, and no matter how much I try, I can’t ever get warm enough.

My body isn’t responding to this alpha’s touch, but to my anxiety and the fact that I’m freezing.

All the men in this room but one are alphas. They’re all seniors at my school, and I’ve seen them around here and there. I wish this meant that I’d be free of my foster brothers soon, but that would be too good to be true.

“I don’t think it matters,” Luke shrugs, his fingers pinching my nipple so hard that he forces me to cry out. “She knows some of you from school anyway. Mmm. I’ve been missing your screams. Makes me hard every time. Besides, she’s ours to do whatever we want with.”

“Anything?” Royce Charles asks. He’s the captain of the football team and has a girlfriend. There’s absolutely no reason for him to be in my room. “Payton hasn’t been putting out. She’s gotten really fucking boring.”

“Anything,” Brad says, chuckling darkly.

His hands move quickly to push down my shorts and underwear, until I’m standing completely exposed.

“You want to take out your frustration at last week’s loss on her skin with your belt while Troy makes her gag on his cock?

She can’t fucking say boo about it. Sweet Silva promised herself to us. Didn’t you, baby?”

I’m not completely inside my body as I nod, and Luke roughly binds my wrists behind my back with the rope he keeps in his back pocket. My breaths are coming faster, while my mind attempts to protect me as the beta named Troy pushes down his sweatpants to release his cock.

“Are you going to swallow me down as a part of your promise?” he adds.

“Words, Silva,” Luke commands. He can’t bark me into doing what he wants, but then again, he doesn’t have to.

“Yes,” I say, my voice rough from misuse. It’s hard to keep track of your lies if you’re constantly doing it. I’m a lot quieter now than I used to be.

Royce stretches his neck from side to side as he pulls his belt from his jeans. I flinch as he bends the leather in two and snaps it, which simply makes him grin.

“Fuck, this is exactly what I need,” he says, watching as Luke pulls me roughly around and bends me at the waist. “Lower, Luke. I want to catch the cunt too when I hit her.”

“Kinky,” Luke says, waiting for Troy to sit on my bed so he can squeeze my jaw to force my mouth to open wide.

Troy takes over by fisting my hair, invading me with his dick as he pulls me down his shaft. He smells like peanut butter and bread that’s been left too long out in the sun, and that’s what makes me gag more than his tiny dick.

“Have fun, Royce,” Luke says, stepping back. “Remember, you all owe us for this. Give us what we want, and we’ll trade Silva for sexual favors.”

“She sucks dick real good,” Troy notes with a grunt.

“Ha. She should. We taught her everything she knows,” Brad says, scoffing. “Silva was a virgin when we first fucked her. That’s grade A pussy right here.”

The first crack of leather across my backside makes me scream, and Brad’s words sink into my heart like a brand. They turned me into their own little whore. Now, they want to farm me out to their friends for favors.

My nightmare is just beginning, isn’t it?

Fingers I can’t identify trail down my body, squeezing my breasts, pushing their way into my ass and cunt, violating me as a group.

Slowly, people begin to lose their pants and boxers, slapping their cocks on my skin as they begin to masturbate.

Nothing says brotherly bonding apparently like fucking your fist over your buddy’s foster sister, huh?

“Her birthday is tomorrow. I think we should make sure it’s one that she never forgets, don’t you?” Luke asks.

The heavy sound of condoms hit the bedspread near my head, and Brad adds, “We’ll fuck her through midnight. Condoms are just a suggestion. She’s on birth control, and I make damn sure she takes it.”

Brad was the one who picked me up from school one day to take me to the clinic. My life is one that’s carefully choreographed for their pleasure, and the only thing I have that’s mine is Lexi.

My ass and thighs feel like they’re on fire as my legs are kicked apart.

Royce is a big fucker, and he puts his full weight behind his swings.

The crack of the belt along my ass and thighs is loud and unpredictable.

He constantly changes where he hits so I won’t go numb, and I can feel the heat spreading along my skin without anything to soothe it.

Royce is dangerous enough to know how to hurt someone, and my body is getting the brunt of his anger.

“Urgh!” I cry out, the feeling of cool lube sliding among my ass crack jarring.

“Shh, Silva. Be a good girl for us. You’re gonna make us a lot of money,” Brad coos.

It’s only when my legs collapse that Royce finally grunts and drops the belt. My body is on fire, and Troy groans as he directs my mouth up and down his cock. I don’t think he’s going to last long, though that doesn’t mean much for me.

The guys are clearly just gearing up to keep me busy for a while.

Royce’s arm bands around my waist to hoist me up so that my feet don’t touch the ground, using gravity to press my nose into Troy’s pelvic bone. His dick notches at my pussy’s entrance, and I can hear his heavy, excited breaths as he shoves himself inside me.

My scream makes everyone else’s clothes come off as the guys begin to sing a fucked up version of “happy birthday.” I’d much rather this be my fate than Lexi’s.

The lyrics revolve around how much cum they expect to pump me full of, and tears finally begin to fall as their words brand themselves on my soul.

I’m not a person, I’m a fuck toy. And I’m never going to escape this. This is what I deserve though. For Lexi.