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I’ve asked her several times about the Furies. Not once did she fucking mention her brother was the president, her fucking brother who sent prospects to rape our employees, whose prospects killed Macky, a beloved brother.

I storm into my office, the door banging against the wall before I kick my desk, once, twice, three times as anger takes over before I flip the wood, roaring out.

Arms wrap around me from behind as Psycho steps before me, gripping my face, but my vision blurs with red.

She fucking used me!

Chapter 15

Luna

I sigh as I walk down the sidewalk, past the mingling students waiting for their next class.

School has been back for a few days, and I’m already feeling it. My body is aching, and the pressure to keep on top of everything is already drowning me. It doesn’t help that I’m continuously watching my back.

Between school, work, and then Brock, I’m falling again, and the only person who has become the light in my tunnel is Leo, well, Blade. In my head, I like to call him Leo, but when I speak out loud, he’s Blade, and I hate it. However, I know I cannot call him his legal name.

I’m not his girl or his old lady. I’m his, I guess, friend with benefits?

We have dinner and talk before we end up in between my sheets, and friends do that, right?

I shake my head and dip it before picking up the pace, knowing I’m approaching the alleyway Brock loves to take me in.

Twice, that is how many times he’s managed to sexually assault me in the three months Blade has started coming to my apartment. Both times he’s only taken my mouth before he’s been interrupted by students walking past, not able to screw me like he really wants, but both times, I’ve been given a new mark on my left hip, which is looking the same as the right hip as punishment for being able to hide from his advantages.

All are shaped like a B, and I’d bet my education that he’s also trying to brand me on my left, just so no one wants me, not even Leo. Losing him is going to hurt, and I know I’m going to struggle to move on with my life, just like I struggle when I wake up in the mornings to an empty bed despite our agreement on it.

Three months ago, we agreed we’d have sex, and then he’d leave. Every night I have dreams that he spends the night holding me close, but every time I wake up, he’s gone, and I’m disappointed, and I’m surrounded by the realization every day – I’m in love with him.

I can’t even be disappointed in myself for falling because, at the end of the day, the feelings I’m having will stay with me until I die. He’s made me want more, he’s made me feel whole again.

He saved me, even if just for a few months. He’ll never know it, but I’ll always appreciate him for that, and he’ll always hold my heart.

The wind picks up, and I burrow into my jacket, regretting wearing my maxi skirt today, when suddenly a strong grip latches onto my arm, and I gasp in pain as I’m shoved into the alleyway before I’m pushed into the concrete wall, making me grunt.

A body presses against mine, keeping me against the wall, and my eyes widen as I shout, “No!” and fight against the person behind me, knowing it’s Brock, and his cold chuckle confirms it before he sneers, “No? What the fuck do you mean no? You are about to become my old lady next week meaning this body, I fucking own,” he cups between my legs, “This fucking pussy is mine!”

My heart pounds and my fight burns inside me. Leo comes to mind, and I think about how I’ll feel if this happens again and if he ever finds out.

I won’t let Brock do this, not again, never again.

I bring my head forward a little as his hands go to my skirt, lifting it, and I quickly bring my head back, blinding pain shooting through my skull as I connect with his, and I flinch because, wow, that hurt.

Damn, they make that look so easier in the movies…

“Fuck!” Brock shouts, and I take his moment of surprise and quickly move towards the mouth of the alley as fast as my feet will take me but stumble a few times as my head throbs but just before I can step out before the light touches my body where lots of people are mulling about, a hand grips my loose hair and yanks me back and I scream, swinging my arms around to try and hit him, to dislodge his grip but all he does is growl and bang my face on the wall.

Holy…

I cry out as excruciating pain blinds me while he keeps my head squished against the wall with one hand and yanks my skirt up with his other.

My breathing picks up as his touch burns through me, washing away the touch of Leo.

I twist and move my hips despite the pain in my head and shoulders from where he’s keeping me against the wall. Knowing I can’t deal with this anymore, knowing what loving someonefeels like, until suddenly something hot hits my left hip, stopping me in my tracks. I scream, which is soon muffled as he shoves a gag into my mouth, and my tears fall hard and fast.

No, not again…

He presses another burn and then another right underneath the previous one before he shoves my panties to the side, pulls my hips out as he digs his nails into my skin, making me flinch, then rams into me, tearing me open. I sob, unable to stop him, but I don’t lose my fight, and despite knowing he’ll hurt me more, I reach behind me and try and scratch him, to knock him off balance, anything to get him away from me.

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