Darius
Poor girl. She’s so messed up. Ryan messed her up with alcohol last night. But this is just the beginning. We don’t reveal to her what our real plans are yet. Ryan locked her up in the guest room bathroom, he doesn’t care about her. He hates her more than anything in this world. He doesn’t care if he shares a bond with her or not.
I’m here acting like the nice guy I’m not. Last night, I saw Ryan very pissed, drinking his life to waste when he told us what he did to the girl. I have to live the girl alone for the night before coming to act like a nice guy this morning.
I’m in the bathroom right now, staring at our little tired mate in the face. Her eyes are close, but she looks sick and tired.
Tired? Why would she be? We’re just starting. We haven’t introduced what we want to do to her or what shape we want her to be in yet. Her cheeks are dry, but I can see the tears dried on them. Her make up is a mess because of the alcohol and her pitiful tears.
Elena’s head is on the bathtub, she’s still half-naked. Every time I look at her, it turns me on. But not yet. I don’t touch her yet. She looks like she cried herself to sleep, anyway. Well, I won’t wake her up yet. Let her sleep as much as she wants. She will need the strength. I push her red hair away from her face, picking the two straps that tie her dress to her body. I tie them around her neck to cover her breast. No one else should see her breasts apart from us.
“Cute little mate.” I smile as I tap her face softly. Slipping her into my arms, I stand. She’s still passed out. Her wet hair flaps on me as I carry her out of the room. She started to smell from the alcohol on her. I step out, slamming the door shut with my legs. Her car is still parked at the parking lot. Her phone and car keys are still in her pocket. That’s a little easy for me.
It’s a little distance to the parking lot, and my long legs are taking me fast. Another thing the Quads have in common is height. We are as tall as our dad, and that proves why we all have these long legs. More reason why my brothers and I love sport, because our height makes us the best in any sport.
I find her car. It’s the easiest to find since it’s the only car in that color among the other rides. I support her with one leg and hold her to my chest while I reach out for the keys in her pocket. I take her phone out too. I will need it.
I open the back seat of her car and plop her in carefully. I will act softly to her today. Like I said, I am here to act like the nice guy I am not. I want it ventilated for her before I shut the door close, so I scroll down the windows. Little mate needs breathing space.
I shut the door, and turn her phone on. But it’s locked so I turn to our little mate again and use her finger to unlock it.
Darius French: Hey, it’s Darius.
I text Ella with her cousin’s phone, telling her it’s me. She must hate me now for what I did to her last night. That’s more like it. I love it. You don’t always get what you want when it comes to me.
Ella: Fuck you, bastard! What did you do to my cousin? Why the fuck are you texting me with her phone?
I smile. I expected that barking from her.
Darius French: Come to the parking lot, I’m with Elena. come take her home.
I smile as I type. I’m a typical devil. Don’t let my cute face mask it out to you. I know Ella wouldn’t be out of our premises yet, because her cousin is our hostage because of her.
Ella Cousin: Fuck you! What did you do to her? I’m coming out now.
I’m smiling broadly, showing my whole front teeth, sparkling in the morning sun.
She didn’t stay away from the mansion last night, like I said. I can hear footsteps, followed by Ella’s yelling. She yells Elena’s name as she approaches.
“Elena, oh my goodness.” she gasps she reaches the car. She doesn’t look at me yet. I also did not sense she would be afraid to come closer to the car, because I’m just inches from it.
“Take the keys.” I’m holding it with just the tip of my finger. I cross my legs and my hands across my chest, giving an I-don’t-give-a-fuck vibe to Ella and our little mate who’s still passed out.
“Bastard!” it’s all that she says to me as she cries. She grabs the key, running to the driver’s seat.
“Drive safely, and here is her phone.” I smirk. I give the phone through the window as she starts the engine of the car.
I smile for now. My brothers are still sleeping in their rooms. It’s only around 6 a. m. and thank God, it’s Saturday.
My phone vibrates in my pocket, signalling a text.
Dad: Do you have a match today? The cops want the videos inspected. Tell them you are busy, and your dad is out of town. Let them wait till I’m back.
Darius: Sure dad.
They want to inspect that video Elena used to set Ryan’s up. I know Ryan can never do that, but it’s Ryan’s voice in the video. Elena just wants to ruin his life, and that’s why she will pay for it.
Well, we have matches to play today. It is Saturday and we are ready to kick our opponents’ asses out.