10. Chapter Four

Doxy

Past.

P.A.S.T, four letters that mean nothing until they are grouped together to mean something. Like before, back then, your past is supposed to stay behind you, not crash into your present. Alexander Grayson showing up here was not part of my plan, seeing him again after all these years doesn't stir longing or any type of emotion aside from hatred. The sight of him disgusts me. He has the nerve to look surprised to see me, like I have risen from the fucking dead.

"Doxy?" I turn away from the creek's edge to spot Trevante walking toward me. I raise a brow at the sight of the bruises on his face and the fact he is sporting a split lip lets me know that he and Alexander had a conversation.

"Is he gone?" Trey releases a loud exhale as he comes to stand beside me and shakes his head.

"He refuses to leave. I told him to run back to your brother but he won't go." I purse my lips and nod. I figured the stubborn fuck wouldn't listen, he never did.

"His presence means nothing to me, we stick to the plan," I grit out.

"How the fuck did you learn all of this?" I drop my gaze to the water as I answer.

"I had a lot of time to practice. I shadow boxed in my room." I leave out telling him about watching Knox, Tay and Xander fight for years. Some people learn from doing but I have a talent for seeing something once and then being able to repeat it without issue.

"Why do you want to learn how to throw knives and use a bow? I know you can shoot."

"Because knives and arrows hurt more than a bullet, I want each of them to feel it and writhe in pain before I finally allow them to die. A bullet is a quiet, merciful death and none of these cunts deserve mercy." The thought of those bastards blood coating my hands has me fighting back a moan, it's scary how picturing their deaths turns me on. Because of them, sex means nothing to me, it's a transaction nothing more than that. I turn to Trevante to find his gaze is already on me. "I want to fuck." His eyes widen and he chokes on air as he stumbles back a step.

"I'll die before I let him touch you!" I flick my gaze to the side to see Xander standing there with his fists clenched at his sides and his eyes burning with bloodlust. Anger spurs to life inside me.

"Get ready to burn in hell then," I spit before closing the space between Trey and me. His eyes are wide and he raises his hands as if surrendering.

"Doxy, this isn't a good—" When I grip his cock through his shorts he sucks in a ragged breath. I smirk when I feel him growing hard in my hand.

"I have a hole, you have something that can fill it—" Before I can push his shorts down he grips my arms and halts my movements. There's a look in his eyes that resembles guilt as he peers down at me.

"You're not a hole, you're not something for anyone to use to get off. You are a person, you have a right to say yes or no, you are in control here, Doxy. If this is something you really want, then let me show you that it can be more than a cock being shoved into the various holes on your body. Let me show that sex can be more than one sided."

The pained sound from the edge of the woods is ignored by both of us. Xander doesn't get to have an opinion on what I do, he isn't the one who came for me, Trey did. He doesn't have the right to know my story and I know without a shadow of a doubt, even though I haven't known him that long, that Trey wouldn't break my trust by telling him what I endured. Trevante shocks me when he releases my arms and cups my cheek tenderly.

"You are so much more, Doxy. You're special and deserve to be treated like the precious treasure that you are." He drops his hold on me and stalks off, leaving me standing here feeling confused and still aroused but when Xander steps in front of me, my pussy shrivels up and quits it's throbbing immediately at the sight of him. Staring at him now, all I see is regret. His brown eyes are filled with remorse and longing, his black hair longer now and strands flop forward onto his forehead. Unlike most girls, I don't have the urge to push the strands back, the only urge I have is to see him suffer and beg me to finally end his miserable life.

"I can't believe you're alive," he whispers as he reaches out to touch me. I step back and shoot him a glare.

"Don't touch me!" I growl. He drops his hand back to his side and stares at me like I'm a puzzle he can piece together. I always see hurt from my rejection. I see it in his eyes how he is trying to find a trace of the person he once knew but he won't find anything. I am no longer her. The person he knew was weak, she was pitiful and longed for the man standing before me to rescue her. She prayed to a God that doesn't exist.

"Wave—"

"Don't call me that!" I snap.

"It's your fucking name," he shouts.

"No it isn't, that weak bitch died over a decade ago." His eyes widen a fraction as his gaze bores into me.

"She wasn't weak, she was strong?—"

"She was pathetic and useless. She cried and begged, longed for a savior but guess what, Alexander?" I don't give him a chance to answer. "Her savior never came. He carried on with his life like she meant nothing and accepted the easy answer that she was dead even though they never found a body. He forgot about the promise he made to always come when she needed him. You never came because you are weak and chose to accept the easy answer that Waverly Bronson was dead." He opens his mouth but I'm not done. "She lived for a couple of years until they killed her."

He darts his tongue out to moisten his lips and swallows audibly before asking, "If she's dead, then who are you, baby?"

I brush off his term of endearment. "I'm Doxy Da Luca and I am going to be the new leader of the SOCG which I will rename the Da Luca Crime Family." His brows raise to his hairline.

"You're taking your father's last name?" The surprise is clear on his face.

"It isn't his, it's mine."

"You're a Bronson!"

My jaw clicks from clenching it. "I will never share the same name as that piece of shit I shared a womb with. Once I take back the Irish I'm going after him. You can run back to him and tell him that he is going to meet his maker soon."

"I'm not leaving you!" he answers without missing a beat and ignoring my threat.

"Suit yourself, your presence means nothing to me."

The next morning I wake to the sound of the birds and smile, another morning means I'm closer to doing what I set out to do. I push the flap of my tent open and step out into the brisk morning air. There's a mist that covers the land, the gloomy sky matching my insides.

"What the fuck!" I snap my head to the side to see Xander stalking toward me. Before he can lay a hand on me, I drop into a crouch and punch him right in the dick. He roars in pain as he drops to the hard ground like a bitch screaming out in pain. I'm panting as I stare down at him.

"Don't you ever fucking come at me like that again," I scream.

"Well done, Doxy, there was no hesitation or pause in your strike. Next time, cock your arm back a half an inch further and you will incapacitate him for longer," Trey says as he comes to stand next to me. I stand and don't offer any aid to Xander as he rolls to his side and rests on his hands and knees panting. It takes him another few minutes before he finally pushes to his feet, the rage in his eyes is clear as he scowls down at me.

"What the fuck was that?" he shouts.

"That was her applying her training, don't ever fucking come at her again like that," Trey warns him. Xander snaps his gaze to him and vibrates with fury.

"She shouldn't be out here dressed like that!" I look down at my white singlet and black panties and frown.

"Why not?" I ask him genuinely curious.

"Your pussy is out for everyone to see and your shirt is see through. I can see your dusty pert nipples." I shrug.

"Everyone has seen my pussy, they've fucked it, touched it, ate it, plowed it, ripped it and so much more. I mean come on, Alexander, you've been inside it." His nostrils flare. "Trey hasn't but he has seen it. Sex is nothing but a transaction. Being in clothing is weird for me as I've spent years naked so they had easy access—" He stumbles back a step, shaking his head, a horrified look on his face.

"No. No, stop," he begs.

"Why? Don't you want to know how they fucked me? Want to know how many of them I took in a day?" He clasps his hands over his ears and shoots me a pleading look before he turns and practically runs off. I smirk at the pussy. I turn to Trey expecting to see him laughing but he stands there with a somber look on his face. "What?" He shakes his head and sighs.

"Don't make a joke out of what you endured," he gently scolds before he takes off in the opposite direction of Xander. I don't understand why he cares so fucking much. When I refused to return to the house that first day, he went back into town and returned with all this shit for us to camp outside. Being in the house where I had walls all around me made me feel trapped, I couldn't breathe. Being out here makes me feel free and in control. Trey never questioned my reasons why, he just set up camp and told me to get a good night's rest because we were going to begin training the next day. Every day since, that is what we have been doing. We train from sunup to sundown. Xander turning up was unexpected and shocked me but I won't allow my past to taint my plans for the future. What he and I shared long ago means nothing to me now, he means nothing to me.

I have five days to work on training and keeping my emotions locked down before we reroute that boat of women and start rescuing my army.