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Chapter 9

Raven

E verything hurts. Every part of my body and mind hurts like hell. It’s like I’m on fire or something. Every nerve is firing, and they are screaming for relief.

I roll over and fall to the floor. A small scream escapes me when I hit the hardwood. Flopping over onto my back, I peel my eyes open. It feels like they're glued shut, but reluctantly, they open, and everything comes into focus.

How in the fuck did I get home?

I turn my head and realize that I really am home, and I just fell out of my own bed. The spreader bar is gone, and so is all the evidence from last night. Every bit of cum and blood was scrubbed from my body, and I faintly smell my body wash and shampoo.

So not only did they humiliate and degrade me, they broke into my home, and scrubbed themselves from me. The gall of these motherfuckers. I sit up and clutch my head. I have a splitting migraine from being punched by Dorian, but I still have to get up. I need to see what I look like. To take note of all the injuries. See what they did to me for the first time.

I stumble out of my room and into the bathroom. When I look into the large mirror above the sink, I see bruises and small cuts all over my body. My nipple ring must have been tugged too hard by someone because there's dried blood around it, indicating it still bled after my bath.

I dip my fingers between my thighs and prod at my pussy and ass. They are tender and feel swollen from all the abuse they received. It’s going to take days for me to heal up properly and not see any evidence. But I can’t wait for days. I need answers as to who these fuckers are so that I can work on getting them back.

Moving as quickly as my sore and broken body will allow, I head back into my room and straight for my closet. I’m not going to sit around and do nothing. I can’t. I wasn't raised to just allow this type of shit to just happen. Fuck that and fuck them.

I throw on the first full-coverage outfit I find and end up with slacks and a turtleneck type of shirt. I honestly don’t even know why I have a shirt like this, but I’m glad I do because the handprint around my neck is sure to turn heads if the bruise along my cheek doesn’t. I throw on a little makeup to hide said bruise and look for my phone.

I heard the damn thing ding earlier, but I can’t seem to find it. It’s not anywhere I’d usually leave it, which means the one who brought me home put it somewhere.

“There you are!” I say aloud, finding it plugged into a charger in the kitchen.

I unlock the screen and see it’s not Saturday like I originally thought. No wonder the bruises look the way they do. It’s fucking Monday, and I’m three and a half hours late for work. I have dozens of missed calls and texts from my boss and coworkers.

Hopefully, I won’t get fired.

*****

Pulling into the office, I double-check myself in the little pull-down mirror to make sure my makeup and high-neck shirt are in place. I don’t need anyone asking questions outside of why the hell I’m so late for work. Jumping out of my car, I hit the lock button on my fob and dash for the door while minding the patches of ice and snow covering the parking lot.

It snowed in the last two days while I was asleep, and there’s still evidence of much-needed plowing to be done. I finally make it past the slippery minefield and into the office, where everyone’s eyes turn and land on me. Beth is the first to jump to her feet and run to my side. Her worried eyes look me over, and she grabs me by the hand and pulls me into the first empty office, slamming the door behind us.

“What in the fuck happened to you?” She hisses.

“Are you talking about why I’m late? That’s because I’ve been knocked out cold for the last two days. Or are you talking about what happened at Midnight Secrets? Because that was a whole lot of bullshit,” I say, voice rising with each sentence against my will.

She shakes her head and wraps me in a tight hug. I wince from the pain of her embrace, and she quickly releases me.

“I didn’t see what happened to you. I was still in the back where you last saw me. But I saw one of the Black brothers carrying you out the front door, completely naked and I heard the whispers. I heard a lot of things, but I didn’t know what to believe. I tried to call and stop by, but there was no answer. I didn’t know what happened!”

She seems to be honestly as confused and irate about what happened as I am, and she wasn’t even there to witness it.

“Well whatever you heard, it was worse. I need to get back at them, but first, I need to figure out who they are and find everything I can on them. Can you help me gather whatever is available?”

She nods wildly, pushing her hair behind her ears and grabbing her phone. Mine dings a moment later, and when I fish it out of my purse there are two names. Dorian and Malachi Black.

“Thank you,” I whisper and head out to face the aftermath of being late for work.