??BAD BOYS
DON’T HAVE
HEARTS??
《 Monsters aren’t born, they’re Made 》
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[# SEASON TWO
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By, ✿ฺ Author Indigo Raine ✿ฺ
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©Copyright 2023 [?? ℕ?? ℂ?ℙ? ?ℝ ℝ?ℙ???]
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Genre(s): Dark Romance, Forbidden, Mafia.
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Theme: Sometimes water is better than blood.
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[# Chapter Thirty-Three
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An ice-cold water droplet of water fell on her head and soaked through her hair straight to her skull. She shivered and groaned as she regained her long awaited consciousness. At first she felt disoriented, but it became progressively clear she was not at the Hamilton resident. It wasn’t clear where she was, she only knew she had her hands bound behind her back in a dark room that enveloped her in its mild and dense embrace. Slivers of light passed through the boards, Meira couldn’t tell the time but it was cold–it was either late evening or early morning.
Meira began looking around frantically in the dimly lit room. There was a distant throbbing in her head but it wasn’t severe.
“Meira, my love,” she heard a voice pierce the coldness of the room.
Her head snapped towards the direction of the voice. “Christopher?” he too seemed to be in a chair, her first thought was that he was also taken and trapped here. “Oh my God, Chris! They got you too? Don’t…don’t worry. We’re gonna find a way out of here. They can’t keep us here forever.”
“Oh, darling, you’re the only one trapped here.”
He pulled on an iron chain. A single light bulb turned on. Meira could now see everything clearly, and indeed she was the only one tied up. Chris was sitting across from her comfortably in a wooden chair, he had casts on his legs, tousled hair and hollowed out cheeks but aside from that he was still her ex-boyfriend. The corners of his lips were quirked up wickedly, Meira felt cold sweat wash her body. He was disturbing to look at–speaking of which, what was he doing here?
“Chris? What are you doing? Untie me!” she demanded, moving her body which resulted in the ropes pulling tightly on her wrists. “Ouch. Chris!”
“Untie you? Why? The fun hasn’t even started yet,” he grabbed walking canes leaned against the wall and used them to make his way to her. “Do you know where we are baby?”
“No,” she looked around again. That’s when it dawned on her. “What the–we’re at school! In the abandoned pool mentainence room where we used to skip class together. Christopher, w-what are we doing here?” the closer he got the higher her fear increased.
He stopped inches away, he smelled of tobacco and something a little spicy. “Look at me, Meira. You see what your big brother and his friends did to me? Huh?” he screamed in her face.
Meira shut her eyes and turned her head. He seemed furious–understandably so–but why has he kidnapped her? Did he cause the accident too? Was this all a part of his plan? What was he going to do with her now that she was at his mercy?
“Chris–”
“Shut up!” his hand landed heavily on her cheek, she winced as her head turned from the force.
“I don’t want to hear anything from you. You’re sick and disgusting. You and your brother. I h@ťě the both of for ruining my life. Why did you leave me Meira? Why baby? We could’ve been married by now,” he ran his thumb over the area he slapped. Her skin there was cracked and the area around it changing from pink to red real quick. “I had loved you. I never cared about Bella. Don’t you know men can have s£x with a woman without loving them? I never loved her, I love you. You’re my everything baby, but you ruined what we had.”
Meira wanted to cry and crawl into a corner, but with all the things that have happened recently she knew that was not an option–she couldn’t do so anyway. But she certainly wasn’t going to show weakness by crying, at least not in front of this monster. She turned to look back at him with her eyes red and tears thr_@tening to fall, blood started running down from where he slapped her.
“Apologize to me, and then you and I can run away from here and move to Los Angeles. We can get married and have a family,” Chris ran his index across her collarbone. “Do it. Say you’re sorry.”
She slowly–very unhurriedly and filled with all the h@ťě and bitterness she could gather in one glare–looked him up and down then spat at him.
“I’d rather swallow my blood before I swallow my pride. The Bloodlust Bastards taught me that. Screw. You.” she spat at him again and clenched her jaws tightly.
Christopher stepped back in utter disbelief. His hand wiping the saliva away. Was this Meira? The little bunny he had once dated for three years? It can’t be. The Meira he knows is meek and submissive, this one is defiant and feisty. She looked like she throw him in a stove and bake him till he turned black. He must admit, he kind of liked it–maybe more than he should’ve, but at the same time he felt angry. He needs a submissive wife, not one who will fight back and disobey.
He l**ked her spit off his fingers then continued to wipe it off his face and l**k it–even going as far as s**king each finger off. “You, oh, you, have made a terrible mistake.”
“By ever falling in love with you. I know. No need to remind me.”
“You talk too much. I don’t like that.”
“Let me go!” Chris forcefully tied a cloth around her mouth and tied it around the back of her head.
She could only speak muffled words. He wasted not a second more to get behind Meira then gently messaged her shoulders as a way of calming her. “You’ve been spending too much time with those psychopaths who I must agree are handsome. Do they f-__-k this little Çüñť too?” he reached down without permission and palmed her p**sy. “Do you like it? Being f-__-ked my five guys at once? You don’t seem to be the pure little girl I know. You’ve been getting bad lately.”
Meira continued to fight as Chris opened the button on her shorts and pulled her zipper down. He ran his thumb along the edge of her P@ŋtîēṣ before dipping his hand into her clothes. Meira felt heat between her legs and felt disgusted–she h@ťěd her body for reacting to his touch but it was a natural mechanism. Chris started making circles on her ćƖĩť and she bit down on the cloth in her mouth to try not to Mõ@ɲ or let him know she was aroused in anyway. But then he started going fast, so fast it began to hurt badly.
“Is this what you like you st*pid wh-_-re?” he screamed in her ear. She kept her eyes shut refusing to cry and let him see her tears. “You don’t like that? Oh, well then, surely you’ll like this.”
Chris shifted her P@ŋtîēṣ to the side and roughly forced two fingers into her warm, moist p**sy. She winced loudly, her face twisted in a grimace of agony, she balled her fists–a tear left her eye against her will. He began to th-ru_st in and out of her so roughly she wanted to d** on spot. Meira continued to shed tears against will, Chris l**ked her ear enjoying seeing her in pain.
“So you like being finger-f-__-ked? You really are a sl*t. Does your hot stepbrother finger-f-__-k you too?” Chris continued to go hard and fast, loving how she squirmed to try and evade the pain of his fingers but couldn’t no matter what. He only stopped and removed his fingers when he came in his pants. Chris smelled his fingers and smiled crookedly before s**king them off hungrily. “You smell and taste good. You’re perfect. Now that I know you like it rough, that’s what’ll happen from now on. For now I’ll give you time to rest, baby.”
He kissed the side of her head as he began making his way out of the room he. He winked at her before shutting the door.
Meira remained in that position, whimpering with a burning sensation in her p**sy. How could he do this to her? At school of all places? Even though she was hurt and wanted nothing but to cry, she knew she had to escape. She started to think really hard on how to leave this place when she remembered a movie she had watched. When the girl was kidnapped and brought to a farm to be sold into human trafficking she was tied to a chair and used her ring to cut the rope and free herself.
Luckily, Meira was wearing a ring with diamonds going around it. It was painful but she readjusted her hands behind her and slid her ring off, she began using the ring to saw the rope. Hours past. She was beginning to lose hope. Her heart was pounding with anxiety, her shirt was drenched in sweat. It was perhaps midday. She could hear students chattering all around, some even tried to enter the room but left when they couldn’t. By evening she managed to cut most of the rope and tear it apart with all her strength. Immediately she removed them and the gag–she had to act fast. There was no telling when Chris would return.
She closed her pants and looked around for something to open the door, she spotted a rusty sledge hammer and used it to break the door into pieces and the chains used to keep it closed. Meira looked around cautiously before bolting out, into the school and inside the bathroom where she remained for the rest of the day hoping Katniss would enter. She was starving too. Meira had no money, phone or food on her, so she bit her nails and drank the bathroom water. She was scared and traumatized by what had just been done to her. By her ex-boyfriend of all men.
People entered the bathroom, but none were Katniss. Evening soon rolled around and Miera cleaned herself up. She put on a brave smile and left the bathroom, constantly looking out for Chris. Fortunately when she got outside she met a student she had been acquainted with. It was a guy with a black truck and he was leaving.
“Manson!” she yelled his name.
He pulled down his sunglasses and looked at her. “Meira Kameron? Hey girl. Haven’t spoken to you in a while. What’s up?”
“Can I get a ride home? I’ll pay you 200$ tomorrow I’m broke right now,” she showed him her pockets.
“Nah, you’re cool princess. Hope in,” he pointed his thumb at the back of the truck.
She thanked him and hopped in, though between her thighs had a throbbing pain–just like her forehead–she s**ked it up and forced herself to look okay on the outside. Manson lived way past Meira, so he dropped her off right at her gate then left for his home. The security guards rushed to her aid immediately and helped her as she broke down crying.
“Meira! What the hell happened to you?” Bella asked, wiping her face with a damp white towel.
“Mei bae? What the f-__-k happened Bae!” Katniss was present by her side too. They all brought her into the mansion and to her room where she explained what happened to Bella and Katniss.
She begged them not to tell anyone. Too ashamed to do.
“Oh my God, I just came home from school too! I searched everywhere for you even the pool mentainence room! I had no idea you were inside!” Katniss wanted to str*ngle a light post from how angry she had become. “Don’t f-__-king worry about this. The boys will handle the situation. I know they will. Chris is gonna pay for this with his blood, life and bones.”
“Doesn’t he have a mother and sister? How could he even think of doing this to another female? I wish there was a much worse word for disgusted. Meira, this isn’t your fault. None of this okay!” Bella hugged her tenderly, Katniss also joined in and the two comforted her as she cried bitterly.
Venom, Bandit and Korpse soon arrived having been searching for Meira. The girls obeyed Meira and didn’t tell them about the s*xual @zz*ult part.
Meira was happy being home again with everyone, however, there was one problem.
Ryat wasn’t home.
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Meira sobbed into her pillow, moping over what her ex-boyfriend had done to her. She balled her fist and turned her head to look out the windows, she had loved him dearly. Even after they broke up, because her love wouldn’t die down she thought of giving him a second chance. Well, not after what he did to her in the abandoned pool maintenance room.
It was raining pretty heavily outside. The clouds were dark, thunder roared wickedly, and every few minutes the flash of lightning came. Rainwater cascaded down the clear windows, Meira stared at it and basked in the calm ambiance it provided.
When it was clear the storm was getting worse Meira rolled out of bed to draw the curtains. Fog had started to gather at the corner of the windows.
After pulling the ash grey curtains together she turned to go back to bed and finish crying over her lost love when urgent knocks came at her door. She thought of who could be outside her room at this time but didn’t get any ideas as the hard knocks persisted. Annoyed at the person, she opened the door preparing to give them an earful of curses but became paralyzed with fear immediately. What…the hell?
Standing there was an unexpected guest; her Stepbrother. He was hunched over, left hand on the doorframe for support and face fixed on the floor. He looked up at her and her eyes grew wider than humanely possible.
Meira assessed him keenly and met blood splatters all over his face, his lips were busted and blood trickled down the side of his brow which was swollen and turned purple-black. The most terrifying thing was the axe in his right hand. Blood glided down his arm from the nasty injury on his shoulder to leisurely drip off the sharp silver blade. She had noticed his jacket looked soaked, but it wasn’t drenched in rainwater, it was in blood. The pungent smell invaded her nostrils after the startling realization.
“Dove,” he called in a rough, sultry voice. “I made sure he won’t bother you anymore.”
“What… What have you done?” her breathing became heavy, a panic attack just around the corner.
He straightened to his full height, towering over her. In a darkly sinister tone, he said, “I took care of your problem, permanently.”
Meira almost fainted. Her stomach felt like it was being twisted with brute force. Her vision doubled for a split second. Bile raised in her mouth, she spun on her heels and spat in the trashcan. Thunder viciously roared above her in the clouds. Her brain failed to process what was going on. She used her sleeve to wipe her mouth before turning around once she heard a click.
He was now in her room. He locked the door. Dropped the axe, and slid out of his wet clothes. Crimson liquid stained his toned body. Miera stared at him mortified, she tried making a run for the bathroom but he grabbed her and tossed her onto the bed like a ragdoll. Her body bounced, she was now directly under him.
“What…”
He mumbled something she didn’t catch.
“What’s happening?” her heart roared in her ears.
“You’re mine, nobody messes with what’s mine. I’ll k!ll anyone who touches you,” slate-grey eyes sliced through her crystal-blue ones. “I love you, Little Dove.”
Cold fingers roamed over her skin before they found her nape and held it tightly. His thumb messaged the skin over her throat, he growled possessively as his gaze swept over her body.
“This…” she said meekly, her heart slamming against her ribcage. Her Břě@šťs were pressed against his firm body. “This isn’t right,” tears glided down from the corner of her eyes, and her hands snaked up his body. One hand buried itself in his soft hair, while the other held his waist.
“When the line between love and obsession blurs, everything feels right,” he swept loose hair strands behind her ear. He grabbed a fist full of curly hair then swooped in and pressed his lips firmly against hers in a drugging kiss.
And suddenly, all of her problems disappeared. She was lost in the blissful sensuousness of the kiss, his lips on hers had always felt good–as if they were made especially for her. Shivers erupted across her flesh every second like tiny fires. He was pressing his erection between her legs, she felt it against her ćƖĩť and slits, and shuddered from the pleasurable feeling.
This made her wonder…
How would Neon’s seductive pink lips taste? She doesn’t recall a day when she wasn’t curious about him ever since that night. Meira couldn’t deny it any further:
She loved and wanted both of them.
But things don’t always work out the way we plan.
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