26. Chapter 21
Evie
Present Day
I look back down at my knuckles as the ink reappears. I have covered them up for years. I will always remember the day I got them done. I really thought I was doing something to be a part of the guys. I wanted to solidify us for eternity.
“Aww, you’ve been hiding something haven’t you Evie?
” Damion comes up behind Marcus and rubs my knuckles.
“You need to stop hiding this. You chose your path that day, this life was meant to be shared with you.” He raises his head and spins around.
“As much as I never wanted you involved, it wasn't meant for anyone else.” ‘It wasn’t meant for anyone else’ rattles in my brain.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I slam my fists into Marcus.
“None of this crap was for me. Are you kidding me, my life was never even meant for me to live it. I was always someone’s pawn.
Whether it’s my fuckin stepdad’s or yours.
” I stop hitting Marcus and the panic attack takes over.
My chest tightens and I swear I’m about to pass out.
“Evie…” Marcus's voice drifts in and out.
“She’s having a panic attack, man. Lay her in her bed.
” Treven. It’s always him. Somehow in my head, I want to justify all their actions.
Even if they have done some shit to me, I feel maybe there’s more.
My head is cradled in between strong hands and a wash cloth wakes me up. I gasp at the cool heat.
“I’m sorry Angel, I had to make sure you're ok. You need to understand things. This is the life you put yourself into, regardless of if you like it or not. By affiliation of your stepdad yes. But when you got this.” He gently rubs my knuckles.
“You gave your life away to us.” He gently strokes my face and my knuckles.
“I…” I start, but he cuts off my words.
“No, Evie, I know we all know why you decided to get it. I love you either way. But you made your bed. A life to this way of life. You disappeared. And you just show back up. There’s going to be consequences to those actions. You only have one way out of this life and that will be at our hands.”
“But I don’t want to go out in anyone's hands. I would rather take my own life than to ever let anyone have the satisfaction. Trust me, I’m capable of more than you know.” I try to sit up, but Marcus slams his hand into my chest, pushing me into the mattress.
“Stop Evie. We all know what you're capable of. You don’t need to prove yourself here. You learned from the best. We know what you're capable of. Now, just let your guard down and enjoy this.”
“Enjoy … what..” before I can say anything else, I gasp as a wet tongue intrudes into my pussy. I clutch my thighs around Marcus’s thick neck. I grab on his hair and push him to go in further.
“Hummm. You always had a pussy of gold. This, mmm, I miss this.” I gasp and moan. “Don’t cum, Angel.” He grunts into my pussy.
“Please, Marcus, please.” I beg. I have no problem with begging. His tongue finds my clit and my whole body shutters. He gently strokes my inner walls with 2 fingers. He hooks behind and presses down slightly. “Marcus.”
“I know Angel. Just wait, ok. It will feel so, so good. You're not going back, Angel, that’s that. I won’t have you living like that and you won’t be offering up this pussy to any other man ever again.
Just that thought has me thinking we need to go back and burn the shit down.
” I laugh as he starts to suck on my clit.
I pull his hair and moan as he adds in a 3rd finger.
He lets go and sucks on his thumb, adding it to my ass.
I inhale and let my breath out. He closes his mouth back over my clit and sucks as he flicks with his tongue.
You know the hottest part about all of this, is knowing that a man like Marcus doesn't just do this for anyone.
“Now.” I can’t hold back any longer as I let myself fall. I squirt all over Marcus' face. He smiles as he sucks and licks every last drop. My head drops back onto the pillow. With a swipe of the back of his hand, Marcus stands up. He goes into the closet and comes back with fresh clothes.
“Get ready. We have to go down to the old south side, whether you like it or not. And Evie,” he turns around at the door. “Don’t cover up your tattoo.”
“Yeah, whatever big man. Do I even have a choice?” I ask sarcastically.
“Life is full of choices. It's a matter of do you want to make them easier or harder on yourself.”And with that he shuts the door leaving me alone.