Chapter Fifteen

Maureen

I am a badass.

I almost feel guilty about lying to Libra about my intentions but then I remember that she used me the first night I arrived here by throwing me into the lion's den. So, as we both shimmy through the woods in skin-tight dresses and stiletto heels, I pretend to be as excited as she is to party at Nocturnus House.

I'm hit with the scent of hemlock as soon as we approach, and I almost choke. If Atlas doesn't want to kill me after tonight, I'll take him up on his offer to start ingesting it. I'm not planning on staying in Raven's Gate forever, but I have to learn to acclimate for the time being.

I spot Valentin's shiny black car off to the side of the driveway and my belly flutters. Don't chicken out, Maur . Just as Libra and I pass it, my phone buzzes from a text message. Right on time.

I flip it open and fake a frown. "Fuck."

"What's wrong?" Libra asks.

I glance at the message from Villette and try not to laugh. Does this mean I'm an accomplice now?

"It's my mom. There's some kind of emergency or something. Let me give her a call really quick. I'll catch up with you inside," I lie.

Libra sighs dramatically. "Don't take forever, Blackwell, or I'll drink all the good booze as punishment for you leaving me by myself."

I actually do feel bad, and I hope that she doesn't get any backlash for what I'm about to do. "Yep. I'll be right there."

Fuck. I can't even look at her. To be fair, she's not been a great friend to me either, though.

I wait until another group of students passes by and goes inside before I slowly stalk over to his car and check the door handle. A little rush of adrenaline surges through me when it opens. Of course, that egotistical maniac would leave it unlocked. Who would dare break into Valentin Erebus's car?

This bitch. Me.

I scan the front drive one more time to make sure no one's watching before dipping my head under the steering wheel. One of the perks of being the Sheriff's daughter is you learn all kinds of crazy criminal shit at an early age. Hot wiring a car is one of them .

I yank on the wires, fuse them together, and after a few sparks, the engine roars to life. Yes! I almost have a fucking orgasm I'm so happy.

The black leather seats are smooth against my thighs. It feels dangerous and luxurious at the same time. I roll the window down and howl into the night as I step on the gas. "Thanks for the new car, fuckers!" Before I pull out onto the road, I stick my middle finger out the window at Nocturnus House.

I can't stop laughing. I feel like the real me tonight. The me I thought I'd lost here. Which is going to come in handy for phase two. Valentin's car hugs the road like a glove as I take the turns way too fast. Adrenaline courses through my veins like the wind whipping through my hair.

I follow the route that Villette mapped out for me and head into town. It's a few miles away from school so that gives me enough time and distance to really piss them off before I'm caught.

The tiny dive bar, Angel's Trumpet, is packed with people when I walk in. The men are less refined here. Not rich and polished like the ones at Tenebrose. But these are the kind of guys I'm used to—small-town bad boys who like to drink beer, smoke weed, and talk shit. They also like to buy pretty girls drinks.

Dressed in a black crop top and matching mini skirt, it doesn't take long to grab more than a few guys' attention. My long wavy hair swishes back and forth as I prance over to the bar. I notice how their gazes follow the length of my body, ogling my tattoos and curves. And it gives me a rush I haven't felt in a long time. Riot, Atlas, and Valentin are going to learn tonight that no one owns me. Especially not them.

Although, I can't lie that a part of me almost ditched this whole plan to go to the party with Libra. This obsession I have with them is fucking me up. This need I have to fuel their hate and their desire… It's fucking toxic. Which is exactly why I have to resist it.

I order a shot of tequila, but before I can reach for my wallet, a tall scruffy biker-looking dude leans over and throws a wad of one-dollar bills on the bar. He's muscular and smells like old leather. "I got this one, darlin'."

I raise my glass to his. "Cheers to that."

After a couple more shots, I learn that his name is Willie, but his friends call him Spade. I only half-listen as he rambles on about his self-proclaimed poker skills.

"Wanna take a picture with me, Spade?"

I can't imagine it took long for Libra to bitch to the guys that I left her there. They have to know that Valentin's car is gone too. Time to drive the final nail in the coffin.

"With our clothes on or off?" Spade drawls.

I fight back the nausea and fake a giggle. "Smile for the camera."

He throws his arm around me while I snap a selfie of us. I quickly text it to Valentin with the caption: Getting my lips wet so I can blow better .

I chuckle to myself as I see the typing bubbles appear, then disappear, and then appear again. I can only imagine the look on his face right now.

"Wanna get out of here, beautiful?" I flinch as Spade rests his hand on my thigh.

Time to go.

"Sorry, but I have an early morning. Thanks for the drinks and the conversation." I stand up so abruptly, all the blood and booze rush to my head. I stumble back but catch myself on the chair.

"Come on now. Let's go back to my place and have some more drinks." He licks his lips as his gaze lands on my bare midriff.

I shake my head as I angle for the door. "Maybe next time, Spade. I really have to go."

The wind chills my skin as I step outside of the toasty bar. I stumble again and almost twist my ankle. Fuck . I'm more buzzed than I'd planned to be. I also regret parking in that desolate garage down the street. I was so set on hiding Valentin's car, that I didn't think about how fucking dark and creepy it is.

I hear footsteps behind me, so I pick up my pace, my nerves on edge. I tuck my hand inside my purse and feel around for my knife, exhaling as soon as I have the hilt tucked inside my palm.

The parking garage looks even darker on my way back in. I climb the stairs two at a time, desperate to get to Valentin's car before the man stalking me catches up. I'm sure it's Spade from the bar, but I can't be certain. Either way, I need to get away from whomever it is. Nothing good happens this late at night in a sketchy part of town.

As I get closer to the car, the footsteps grow louder behind me. Spade lets out a low whistle. "Slow down, beautiful. You forgot to give me a goodnight kiss," he calls out.

Fuck. My stomach knots. I break out into a jog to get to the car. And so does he to get to me.

Before I can open the car, Spade grabs the back of my neck, spins me around, and pins me to the hood. My purse spills to the ground and lands out of my reach.

"Get the fuck off me," I yell.

He grins as he leans over me. "I bought you drinks. The least you can give me is a little kiss."

Every cell in my body is on fire. I start to panic as my mind instantly flashes back to the night Billy and Chad held me and Bailey hostage at her house. "I don't owe you shit, motherfucker. Now, let me go."

His grip tightens around my wrists. "Shit, dressed like this?" His gaze travels over my midriff and thighs. "You came looking for trouble now, didn't ya? Well, you found it."

I start to flail and scream, but I know that it's no use. There are no other cars except the one I stole. There's no one around to hear me.

"Shh, just relax, baby. Let me show you a good time," he slurs in my ear. I almost puke from the stench of his beer-soaked breath.

My heart pounds as Spade inches his hand up my thigh. I think I might hyperventilate or pass out. Fuck. Maybe it would be better if I blacked out .

As his fingers move closer to the edge of my panties, the piercing screech of tires causes both of us to jerk our heads toward the sound.

Oh, please for the love of anything holy, let whoever's driving that car see me up here. Please.

The engine roars, echoing through the barren garage as it approaches. With each squeal of the tires, my pulse races faster.

Spade drags me off the car and grabs me by the hair. "Who the fuck is that?"

"I-I don't know." I breathe in through my nose and out my mouth, slowly, in an attempt to calm my heart. I am ten seconds away from having a full-blown panic attack.

A black sedan comes around the bend and slows to a stop in front of us. I can't see who's driving through the tinted windows, but as soon as the doors burst open, my blood runs cold. Riot, Atlas, and Valentin slide out from the back seat. None of them are smiling.

"Who the fuck are you?" Spade spits.

Riot waves at his driver and he takes off, leaving the three of them behind. He glares at the drunk creep who has a firm grip on my hair. "You have something that belongs to us, and we want it back."

"What? The car? Go ahead and take it, man. I got what I want right here," Spade snickers.

I try to shove him away. "Let me the fuck go, asshole."

Valentin's jaw is clenched so tight, I think it might shatter. "The car and the girl are ours."

"And if there's damage to our property," Atlas adds, his blue-green eyes murderous, "then we'll have to seek compensation."

Riot's eyes darken. "And we take payment in blood."

Spade pulls out a knife from his back pocket and presses it to my throat. "Nah, I think I'll take this one for a spin."

I look at the guys, who all avoid my gaze now, but I notice they've been subtly stepping closer with each second that ticks by. Without thinking, I elbow Spade hard in the gut. The tip of the blade grazes my neck as he curses at me. But before he can react, Riot yanks me out of his arms and shoves me into Valentin's.

I whip back around to watch Riot jam his fingers into Spade's eye sockets. "You think you can touch our girl and get away with it?" He roars in the man's face.

There's a wet stain forming on Spade's crotch as he starts to cry. "Fuck, I'm sorry. Please, don't kill me."

"It's too late for that," Riot states calmly. A little too calmly . He presses his palms to Spade's head and in one swift motion, jerks it to the side, snapping his neck. Spade's body slumps to the ground, lifeless.

I shake and stumble back against Valentin. "Oh, fuck…"

"Get in the back seat," Riot growls as he nudges me toward Valentin's car.

My throat burns from trying to swallow down the bile that's rising up. "I-I'm sorry I took the car. It was just a joke."

"Well, that motherfucker isn't laughing." He points to the mangled corpse. "Now, get in the fucking car."

I shrink back. Fuck. He's so fucking pissed. It wouldn't take much for him to snap my neck the way he did Spade's.

Riot grabs my wrist. "Don't make me hurt you, Maureen."

I can't stop my knees from shaking as I slide into the back seat next to Valentin. Riot follows in after, sandwiching me between the two of them.

"Drive," he barks at Atlas.

As the engine roars to life, my stomach knots. Atlas hits the gas hard and peels out of the garage. With the windows rolled down, the icy wind howls through the car, blowing my dark strands everywhere.

Riot digs his fingers into my thigh. "I think you owe Valentin an apology."

I turn my head slowly toward the black-haired Adonis and force myself to meet his icy glare. "I-I'm sorry I took your car. But you fucked with mine first to be fair."

Riot presses in close to me and whispers, "We don't want your words, Firecracker."

Valentin unzips his pants and pulls out his cock. "Get down here and show me how fucking sorry you are," Valentin snarls.

Oh, hell no. Not like this. "You can't be serious," I snap. "I'm not going down on you right here."

Riot fists my hair and shoves my head in between Valentin's thighs. "You will. Or I'll force you to suck that fucking corpse's dick back there. I wonder what dead cum tastes like."

My stomach curls at the thought. "You're all insane."

Valentin's slams his hand against the back of the driver's seat. "Atlas, turn this bitch around and go back to the garage."

Oh, shit. They're serious. "No! Okay, fine. I'll do it. Fuck."

Riot chuckles in my ear. "That's a good girl."

Valentin grabs the back of my head and yanks me down. "Open your mouth."

I can barely part my lips before he thrusts his cock inside. I almost gag as he fills my mouth, stretching me wide to accommodate his girth. My eyes water as he rams the back of my throat.

"Mmm, fuck. Such a tight little mouth. You better swallow every fucking drop, or I'll rip it apart."

Riot slides his hands underneath my skirt. "Let's see how wet you are."

I flinch and squirm as he rubs his fingers over my panties.

"Don't you dare fucking stop," Valentin growls and pulls my hair tight to his palm.

I hate them for making me do this. And because it's turning me on… I hate myself .

Riot peels my panties to the side and drags a finger up my slit. "Fucking soaked."

I can't stop the moan from rumbling in my throat. What they're doing to me is dirty and wrong. But it sends spasms straight to my core.

"Fuck this," Atlas grumbled. "I'm pulling over, so I can watch."

As the car slows to a stop, my heart beats faster. I can hear Atlas spin around in his seat and crush into the leather. "Pull her skirt up, so I can see what you're doing back there."

Valentin's cock throbs inside my mouth as he thrusts in and out. I can barely breathe. And I'm ashamed that I like it. He tastes so fucking good .

Riot yanks my skirt up around my waist. "Look at what we have here. A little string hanging from her pussy. Our little slut is on her period."

Atlas sucks in a sharp breath. " Fuck . You know how I feel about that. Pull it out."

"Let's get these panties off first," Riot urges.

Oh my god . I shake my head and try to pull up, but Valentin has me in a firm grip. "You're not going anywhere until every drop of my cum is in your belly."

Tears stream down my cheeks as he shoves his cock deeper down my throat just as the wind hits my bare ass after Riot slides my panties off.

"When you steal from us…" Riot circles my wet entrance with his finger. "We steal from you."

I can't help but clench as he tugs on the string. My traitorous clit spasms as he pulls the blood-soaked tampon out slowly. "Mmm, that looks tasty."

"Shit, yeah it does. Give it to me," Atlas grunts.

This was so fucking wrong. Fuck.

Riot hands it to Atlas and then pushes his finger deep inside my pussy. "Ohhh… fuck. It's like an oven in here. I just want to bury my fucking cock inside you… I want your blood all over me."

I let out another moan as he works his finger through my slick folds. I want more. Fuck. I need it. What is wrong with me?

"What do you say, Firecracker? Want me to bury my cock inside you?"

Valentin yanks my head up. "Answer him."

I gasp for air as I rock against his hand, desperate for release.

Riot slaps my ass. "Fucking answer me."

The pressure is building inside me. "No," I lie.

Atlas snickers. "She wants to feel all of us fill her. Dirty little slut."

I shake my head again. "No. Get off me."

Riot lifts my hips up higher and spreads my legs farther apart. "It was actually a rhetorical question, Firecracker. We own you. We don't need your fucking permission," he snarls.

I can feel my blood trickling down my thighs, and I want to scream. This is humiliating. And yet my body is on fire with the need for it. I try to prop myself up and away from Valentin when I feel a hard slap against my ass. "Fuck you, Riot," I cry out.

He grabs my arms and pins them behind me. "Yeah, that's exactly what's about to happen." I hear him slide his belt out from the loops of his jeans and my heart races. Oh, fuck.

He wraps it around my wrists and buckles it so tight I start to lose circulation almost immediately. "Keep sucking him off, Firecracker. You're about to have two cocks in you."

A flicker of fear flashes in my gut as a spasm rocks my core. My head is shoved back down onto Valentin's cock just as Riot unzips his pants. He rubs the tip of his cock against my entrance. "Fuck, that pussy is so wet. So fucking bloody. Mmm."

"Inch it in slowly," Atlas commands.

Riot pushes in, and I can't stifle the moan that escapes my throat. As he slides out, he lets out a deep moan. "Fuck, your blood looks pretty on my cock."

It feels amazing. The ease of how he slides in and out. I'm burning up, ready to explode.

"Yeah just like that," Atlas rasps. "Get nice and deep."

A violent rumble stirs in my core as he spreads my legs farther apart and thrusts in and out of me.

Valentin lets out a moan as my teeth scrape against his cock. "Fuck, get ready to drink."

His cock pulses and throbs right before his hot cum fills my mouth. Fuck. Breathe through your nose, Maur. But I can't concentrate on anything except Riot's thick cock buried deep inside me.

I start to gag and gasp for air, but Valentin pinches my jaw. "Fucking swallow all of it."

Riot laughs and plunges deeper into my pussy as I fight the urge to choke. I take slow breaths through my nose as Valentin's salty cum gushes down my throat. He lets out a deep guttural moan and digs his fingers hard into my skull.

"Don't let her fucking cum," he barks at Riot. "She doesn't deserve to."

Riot yanks my head up. "He's right. Thieves don't get rewards." He pulls out of my pussy and wipes his fingers across my cheeks before tossing my panties to Atlas. "They also don't get to wear panties."

After he rips the belt off my wrists, I shrink back against the seat and pull my skirt down. "Fuck you, Riot."

He wraps his hand around my throat and pins me to the seat. "Yeah, you did. And you liked it." He leans in closer to my ear and whispers, "You'll fuck all three of us whenever we want you to."

Shame fills me but also lust. I crave these things from them. As I sit between them with blood and juices running down my thighs, I feel rabid. Deranged. Unhinged. Fuck, I want more .

Atlas chuckles and turns back around. As our eyes meet in the rearview mirror, he proceeds to tie my bloody tampon around it. "Next time, I'll slide my tongue in there, Firecracker. I bet your blood tastes so fucking sweet."

Sick fucks . And yet the idea of Atlas's tongue inside my pussy makes my clit spasm again.

I start to reach for my seatbelt when Valentin stops me. "You won't be needing that."

I snicker. "The way he drives? Yes, I think I'll put it on."

Riot opens the car door and slides out, dragging me with him. "Thieves also don't get rides back to campus from the ones she stole a car from."

No. They wouldn't . My stomach knots. It's dark, freezing, and we're miles away from Tenebrose. And they have my panties. "Riot, please. You can't make me walk all the way back to campus. I'll freeze to death."

Valentin pokes his head out. "Should have thought about that before you fucked with my shit. Besides, I don't want your fucking blood all over my leather seats."

I knew Valentin was cruel and heartless but leaving me here is inhumane. "Guys… you have my underwear. You can't be serious. Riot… Atlas, please ."

"You're lucky I don't take all your clothes and make you walk back naked," Riot snaps.

Atlas chuckles. "Fuck, yeah. I'll drive slowly behind her just so I can watch."

They are insane . All three of them.

"So, you did get your lips nice and wet for me. Just like playing the flute, right?" Valentin flashes me a sadistic grin before he ducks back inside the car. I stand there shivering as they drive away and leave me on the side of the road.

Fucking bastards.