Page 58 of Pretty Lies (Watch Me Burn #1)

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

RORY

T he chance of me beating someone to death was growing stronger by the day. The guys had only given me the two days of space before showing up at Josie’s on Monday to smother me, and after putting up with it for twenty-four hours, I had to get out of there.

I could admit I’d appreciated their help lately, they’d been supportive while I was having my meltdown, but it was time I stood on my own two feet again, and the time I’d had to think only made me angrier.

If I didn’t fight someone soon to let go of the tension, I’d end up snapping and killing someone.

I slipped on some leggings and a sports bra, pulling a hoodie over my head before walking outside to the Corvette.

The sunset had almost vanished over the hills, the air getting a slight chill to it and making me grateful that Skeeter hadn’t taken the damn car back. He’d take it eventually, but until then, I didn’t want to be stuck walking anywhere.

It burned through gas like crazy, so I’d had no choice but to use the credit card Josie had given me, keeping note of what I spent so I could pay her back later. Any cash I had right now needed to be saved for when I went to find Mom.

I drove the short distance to the Shed, parking beside Diesel’s pickup and killing the engine. Taking a deep breath, I climbed out of the car and headed towards the door, hoping whoever was on the door tonight would let me in.

It seemed busy for a Tuesday night, so someone worth money must have been fighting. Surely someone would agree to fight me too so I could work off some frustration.

Luck wasn’t on my side though when I noticed it was Matteo at the door. He seemed to like me about as much as Slash.

“Hey, Matteo. I—” I started, but he cut me off fast.

“Get back in your fucking car and leave, Donovan,” he grunted, crossing his arms and blocking my path. “Boss’ orders.”

“Seriously? I just want to fight and make you fuckers some money,” I scowled, gasping with outrage as he slammed the door in my face and locked it. “Hey! Get back out here! Matteo!”

My fists pounded on the door relentlessly until it swung open and almost knocked me over.

“The fuck are you doing here, Donovan?” Slash demanded as he blocked the doorway with his bulky frame, glaring at me like I was filth. “You’re not welcome.”

“I want to fight.”

“Like fuck. Skeet banned you, so take the hint and move the fuck on. You’re like a whiney ex-girlfriend,” he bit out, my fists clenching until my knuckles cracked.

“So Skeet’s the boss, is he? I thought this was your crew?”

“It is my crew.”

“Then why are your balls in Skeeter’s pocket?

Who cares if he hates me, you’re losing money because he’s too scared to see me?

Sounds like he’s the boss, not you. This is business, I’m not here for him.

I need to fight because if I don’t fight in the cage, I’ll pick a fight elsewhere.

Probably outside in the yard here with you if you don’t let me in.

You can keep all the fucking money, just let me beat on someone. ”

“Jesus Christ, get in here. We’ll talk in my office,” he growled, ignoring my protest as he grabbed the nape of my neck roughly and dragged me through the crowd of people towards the office, slamming the door behind us and getting in my face.

“You fucking listen to me, okay? You’re not fighting in the cage or outside.

Get it through your head that you need to go home and stay out of trouble.

I won’t let you in that cage, and if you pick a fight in my yard, I’ll personally fucking kill you.

You think just because you were Skeet’s girl of the week that you’re untouchable?

I don’t give a shit about who you got on your back for.

I’ll shoot you, and I’m not fucking around. ”

I shoved him hard, sounding tougher than I actually was. “Fuck you. I was a good money maker for you guys. I don’t give a fuck who I make bleed, so move before it’s you.”

He gave me a dark smile before his face fell and his hand met my throat, forcing the air from my lungs as he pressed me into the wall behind me.

“Skeet might have let you push him around, but I won’t.

Your lack of maturity and awareness of your surroundings is going to get you killed.

You don’t belong here with us, Donovan. We told you to stay away, so do as you're told before I seriously hurt you,” he gritted out, panic rising inside me as he pressed against me even more.

“If you want to fight, then you can prove to me just how much you want it.”

“How?” I choked out, his hand loosening a fraction.

“You can get on your knees and beg me, and while you’re down there, you can choke on my cock,” he murmured, letting my throat go so I could breathe.

I stared at him, discomfort rolling through me. “You want me to beg and give you sexual favors? I’m not a hooker, asshole. You don’t just?—”

“This is why I don’t want you part of our world. You’re weak,” he scoffed, sliding his thigh between my legs. “So what will it be? Get on your knees, or leave?”

I pushed him back, and he smirked cruelly, but his smirk faltered slightly as I sank to the ground in front of him and reached for the button on his jeans.

It was just a blow job, surely I could do that.

“You’ll keep letting me fight?” I asked as I held his gaze, and he let out a chuckle.

“Today, sure. Maybe I’ll make you beg for it every time you walk through my door. It depends how charitable I feel and how good you suck cock.”

My hands shook as I unzipped his jeans, tugging them down a fraction before reaching into his boxers to wrap my hand around his dick. The thought of Skeeter possibly walking in on us spurred me on, wanting to hurt that prick like he’d hurt me.

If I meant nothing to him, then he shouldn’t give a fuck about me touching his boss.

Nerves kicked in as I licked my lips and leaned closer, my mouth closing around the head as I sucked before I pushed him deeper down my throat.

“Fuck,” Slash growled, his fingers threading through my hair tightly as he thrust a little, making me gag. “That’s better. Gag on me.”

I did as he asked, more curses leaving him as he got rougher, some of my bravery slipping as he took over and forced himself deep and held it, cutting off my airway and letting me freak out as my fingernails dug into his thighs.

The more I fought him, the tighter he held me in place.

“See how easy it is for me to overpower you?” he said with amusement, forcing himself further down my throat before pulling back to let me breathe.

“Asshole,” I sputtered, making him grin.

“None of this is for you. I didn’t say you were going to like it. Be a good girl for me and let me fuck your throat.”

Defiance washed through me but I let him continue, proving a point to myself that Tristan hadn’t won, and if I stuck it out, I could fight my temper off once this was done.

I choked and gagged on him until his thrusts turned quicker, my gaze on his as he glared down at me.

“Don’t swallow until I tell you to. Clear?”

I nodded as best as I could, my lungs burning from the lack of air as he fucked my throat harder. He gripped my hair painfully until grunting out his release, pulling back a little to fill my mouth with his cum.

He eased out of me and took my chin in between his thumb and finger, tilting my head back a little.

“Open.” His eyes turned heated as I did as he asked and showed him his cum in my mouth, then he closed my mouth and patted my head like I was a dog. “Swallow.”

I swallowed, making sure to open my mouth and show him before getting to shaky legs.

“I get to fight now, right?”

“Since you were so good, yes. See what happens when you do as you’re told? I reward you,” he answered, his expression thoughtful. “I want to talk to you later in private. I have something I want you to do for me while you’re feeling cooperative.”

“I don’t owe you anything,” I scowled, stumbling as he grabbed my bicep and yanked me against him.

“You want to hang around my shed and fight? Then you’d better learn to do as you’re fucking told,” he warned, his grip tightening when I glared at him.

“I let you hang around for Skeet, but there’s no reason for you to be here now.

I can find reasons that work for both of us if you want it badly enough. ”

“I’m not your personal whore,” I snapped, making him laugh.

“You’re whatever I say you are. Lucky for you, it’s not me you’ll be fucking.”

I had no idea what his plan was, but I wasn’t going along with it. Blowing him was one thing, but fucking his guys was another. I drew the line at that.

“Can I go and fight now? Please?” It killed me to sound desperate, but I was itching to hit someone and didn’t think it was wise if I took a swing at him.

“I said you could,” he mused as he put his dick away before his hand moved to my throat as he got in my face. “When I require your presence, you’d better fucking show up.”

The door banged open and Skeeter’s pissed off voice cut through the air like a knife.

“What the fuck is going on in here?” He was angry as fuck to see me, but I didn’t care. Slash released me and I went to jab Skeeter in the chest with my finger, but he grabbed my throat and slammed me back against the wall. “And what the hell are you even doing here?”

“None of your business,” I snapped, earning a look of disapproval as his eyes landed on my lips. They were probably swollen from Slash, but he didn’t comment on it.

I knew I was going to get lectured though.

“I told you not to come here,” he said flatly, frustration rolling through me.

“I just need to fight, and here is the safest option. Slash said I could, so back off.”

“And what did you have to do to get your wish, Aurora?” He gripped my throat more tightly, leaning closer. “Are you going to start pimping yourself out to my guys to get what you want?”

“It’s not like that.”