Page 82 of The Puck Player

Except before he can push forward and violate me, there is a noise. It’s quiet, but after living in my house almost my entire life, I know it means there is someone coming up the stairs. Ben doesn’t seem to notice, no, he’s too focused on what he’s going to do, pressing his cock to my entrance, and I cry out.

“Ben, stop, please,” I shout, but my pleas aren’t for Ben, they’re forhim.

“You son of a bitch,” Alexander screams as he storms into the room, ripping Ben off me and throwing him to the floor, slamming his foot into his cock and making him cry out. “I’m going to fucking kill you,” he roars, just as my dad appears in the doorway, taking in the scene.

“Aubree,” he cries in relief, rushing toward me without pause.

“Dad,” I sob weakly, still unable to properly move, as he grabs one of the dust sheets from the floor and wraps it aroundmy half-naked body, just as Nova, Archer, Daemon, and Josh all appear, taking in the scene before them.

Alexander is now on top of Ben, plowing his fists into his face over and over, and to my surprise, none of the guys do anything but watch. His hands are coated in Ben’s blood once again, and whereas last time I felt some guilt and regret for him getting hurt, now I feel nothing. Not after what he was going to do. No, now I hope he feels nothing but pain and misery for the rest of his pathetic life.

Ben’s face is covered in blood, and still Alexander doesn’t stop. No, he forces his hands around his throat, choking him, repeating the same mantra over and over again. “I’m going to fucking kill you for this,” he hisses, and his team just stand by and let him.

My dad barely pays them any attention as he lifts me into his arms, making sure I am completely covered and then carrying me toward the door. “Don’t let him kill him,” he tells the guys, pausing at their sides, and they nod, looking at me with sorrow, before my dad storms from the room.

I don’t want to leave, I want to scream at him to let me stay, that I need to get Alexander and tell him to stop, but it’s no use. I’m sobbing, my entire body shaking as the reality of what Ben almost did to me settles in my mind. He was going to rape me. My ex-boyfriend, the one I thought I loved, the one I thought loved me, was going to rape me.

We reach the bottom floor and my dad sits on the sofa, pulling back to check me over, and I turn my head to the side just in time for the contents of my stomach to empty all over the floor.

My dad doesn’t even flinch, just pulls back my hair and strokes my head as I throw up. “It’s okay, baby girl, I’ve got you, you're safe now,” he repeats like a mantra, as if he isn’t just reassuring me, but himself too, and it only makes me cry harder.

I can hear the commotion coming from upstairs, as the guys no doubt finally try to pull Alexander off of Ben and get him under control, but he fights them. “Get the fuck off me,” he shouts, and the pain in my heart intensifies even more at how this will affect him. “He’s still fucking breathing, he doesn’t deserve to fucking breathe,” he screams, as they pull him from the room still fighting. I hear what sounds like one of them slamming him against the wall and I struggle in my father’s arms.

There is more scuffling and stomping around, before Nova’s voice booms from the top of the stairs. “Alexander, enough! That’s a fucking order, go and check on your girl, we’ve got this.” My head lolls in the direction of his voice, desperate to make sure Alexander is okay. I can’t hear if he responds, but the next second there is a thunder of footsteps down the stairs before he appears at the bottom, his eyes frantic, his hands bloody.

“Alexander,” I gasp, fresh tears falling, and my dad maneuvers us away from where I threw up, as Alexander rushes to us and drops to his knees before us.

“Baby, are you okay?” he asks, his blood-stained hands once again cupping my cheeks, just like that night in his room.

“I am now,” I nod, crying even harder than before, and he drops his head to mine and cries with me.

“I’m so fucking sorry, baby, I’m sorry I wasn’t there, I’m so fucking sorry,” he repeats over and over, as Daemon and Josh appear behind him, and my hands are heavy as I try to reach out to him.

“You couldn’t have stopped him, it was my fault, you told me not to go anywhere alone,” I start, but he’s already pulling back and shaking his head.

“This is not your fucking fault,” he seethes, the rage still clinging to him fiercely, and fresh tears burn at the back of my eyes, as he strokes back my hair, just like my dad just did. “Baby,I need to ask you something, and I need you to tell me the truth, okay?” he asks, and I nod my head, knowing what the question is going to be. “Did he touch you? Did that son of a bitch rape you?”

My dad flinches beneath me at this question, but I’m already shaking my head. “No, it didn’t get that far, you got here just in time,” I tell him softly, swallowing the bile in my throat, and I thought my answer would bring him some relief, but it doesn’t dim the anger in his eyes.

“We need the police here, now,” my father demands, and Alexander looks between me and him, before he nods firmly.

“Actually, Coach,” Josh starts, stepping forward. “I already called someone.”

Before anyone can respond there is a sharp knock on the door, and Josh smiles grimly, before excusing himself to answer the door.

“Hey, thanks for coming,” he greets them, stepping aside to let them in, and I note Daemon takes a subtle step toward us, flanking Alexander’s back, putting himself between us and whomever is coming in.

I expect some kind of uniformed officers or detectives of some kind, but instead, in walks a beautiful blond woman who can’t be much older than I am, followed by two tall blond men around the same age as her. She doesn’t look like an officer, in fact, none of them do, yet still they have an aura of superiority about them. They are completely calm as they assess the situation, the girl's eyes only lingering for a fraction of a second on me, her lip curling in distaste, before she turns back to Josh.

One of the men, the one wearing glasses, steps up to him and nods. “It’s good you called.” His eyes meet mine and there is a dark, soulless look in them as he takes me in. One that tells me he has seen things much worse than what has happened here today.

I’m completely confused, but before I can say anything, Alexander is rising to his feet, stepping closer to me and glaring at her. “You’re Elle King,” he states matter of factly, and she meets his stare with an amused look.

“Very good, Alexander Reign,” she replies, her voice like an angel of death, both sweet and full of warning at the same time.

“Who the hell are you and what the fuck are you doing here?” My dad snaps, curling his arms around me protectively, and the other blond guy tracks his fatherly gesture, and I swear a ghost of a smile flashes across his mouth, but it’s gone so fast that I can’t be sure.

“We’re here to deal with your situation,” she replies easily with a gentle smile, almost as if she has done this kind of thing before. “Where is he?” she adds, her lip once again curling in distaste at her question.

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