Elena
“Get the fuck out, and don’t you dare make a report. Unless you want your fucking balls out!” I sneer at him. His face is red like a flame as he runs out of the door and never look back.
This is ladies’ talk, fight, so Roman requested to go out, because his job is done here. I shut the door in silence and wink mischievously at Riley when I slowly turn to face her. She is sweating profusely, that the blanket she used to wrap herself with is already soaking wet.
“W-what the fuck do you need from me?” she hugs her quivering body as her voice shakes.
I grab a chair by the window so I could suspend my leg with it. I don’t give a reply to her question, instead Ava replies as she has her two arms crossed around her chest.
“Are you scared?” she grins as she pushes herself closer to Riley. I see fear in her eyes, her lips are getting tight when Ava pushes closer to her. “Isn’t it obvious that it’s you.” Ava is in front of her. She suddenly brings her face closer to Riley as though she wants to attack her, but no, not yet. We fucking want to make her scared first. That is our first plan.
“Isn’t that obvious?” I chuckle, a way to scare her more. The Quads have been her cover-up or backbone. Once she’s nowhere near them, you will see her real sides and this is fucking it. She’s ultimately frightened, like a chicken.
“You don’t need me. I don’t owe you shit!” She breathes hard, and I giggle even more.
I want to let her know how it feels to be scared. I want to let her know how terrible my life has been dug in fear because of her and the damn Quads.
“Are you scared, Riley?” I furrow my brow, letting out some laughter.
“To hell with you! I can’t be scared of a crappy disgusting slut like you.” She spits out in gritting teeth.
I’m not near to Riley, I’m about four inches away from the bed she is sitting on and yet it feels like she has slapped me hard when she called me a slut.
I laugh, resting my left arm on the leg I am suspending on the chair. “Don’t you dare call her that again!” I drop my head down a little when I hear a tight slap on Riley’s face. For some seconds I’d forgotten Ava was here with me until that echoing slap she gifted Riley for calling me a slut.
“Ahh!” She screams, falling her head on her lap. Just like me, she wasn’t expecting the slap. Ava has always been so protective of me. So all I can say is, Riley is a goner if she speaks ill of me in the presence of Ava. She’s going to return home with a blue face, without a single finger from me.
“That is just the tip of the iceberg, Riley. As you can see, we are fucking here for you and not even the Quads can save you this time.” Ava rolls her eyes at her, and after sighing out the little anger built up in her chest, she crosses her arms but never takes her eyes off her.
Riley raises her head again. I can see the mark on her cheek and her eyes are red. Her face flooded with sweat, maybe even tears.
“Do you think we are here to joke, Riley? First, I’m going to correct your damn dead brains.” I finally speak after watching what is happening between her and Ava.
She looks at me with teary eyes. She’s still breathing hard. I haven’t done anything to her yet and she is already this frightened? She has no idea what I’ve gone through. If she is to encounter what I have faced, I’m a hundred percent sure she wouldn’t survive it.
I have lost a parent. I didn’t get a parent’s love and care for a certain period. I was broken by my mates and not trusted. Tell me how much she has faced that she’s getting this scared. She’s seen nothing.
“Does the Quads know you are this fucking bitch? What the heck are you doing in a place like this? Fucking that old man?” I say it bluntly. I don’t need to call her a slut to know she’s the bitch here.
She’s the fucking slut, a shameless wolf spreading her legs for every male she comes across. When I think that she’s been letting my mates fuck her, it pains me to my bone. I want to rip off her fucking hair until there’s only her scalp remaining on her head.
“You’re a fucking whore. How do you think the Quads will react when I show them the real person you are? Or let me put it this way, how do you think Tyson would react?” I wink at her. I don’t move closer to her because my hands would be too itchy to stay by my side. And I don’t want to do anything to her yet until I get the replies that I want.
“D-dont you dare.” Her lips shake as she makes empty threats. Each time she speaks with her quivering lips, I never want to laugh but I’m always forced to by her.
“I love seeing the fear in your eyes, Riley.” I repeat the words she usually says to me in sarcasm. Now, it’s my turn to use those words.
“You’re fucking my mates and sleeping with other men? What the bloody hell are you? You are fucking more than a slut. I swear.” I yell out in frustration as I breathe heavily. I’m too enraged so I clench my fist tightly not to lift them on her yet.
“What do you want from me?” She yells when she’s so ashamed to defend herself.
“Don’t you yell at her.” Ava steps into her, grabbing her hair as she screams helplessly.
“I’m not… I won’t yell, please let me go.” She cries out. Ava is clasping her hair painfully, which makes her scream that way.
“Ava.” I call her name softly, so she let go of her hair. I’m not the only one getting pissed here by her irritating speech. It is also pissing off Ava badly.
Ava let go of her and I slowly walk towards the bed, when I know my hands calmed a little.
“You really don’t know what we want from you? Good, I will remind you.” I come close to her face. She shakes as I mumble it. “You framed me, didn’t you? Now, fucking admit it. It ain’t gonna be easy on you if you don’t fucking tell me the damn truth.” I grit my teeth, as I hold her wet face with the tip of my finger.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She responds, shaking her head hard.
“You don’t know?” Ava asks what is on my mind.
“Who fucking made up that video and framed me? Did Ryan rape the girl? Oh shit! That is the least of the problem. The problem is who is the fucking girl?” I roll my eyes, pulling down the zip of my leather jacket. It is cold but I’m feeling hot and it is because of the anger I feel inside.
“I don’t know the damn girl. Please, I don’t know anything you are talking about. I didn’t frame you!” She yells without looking at me but at Ava. Each time she meets Riley’s eyes, she just chuckles at her darkly.
“You’re saying you didn’t frame me? What a bloody liar you are.” I yell, lifting my hands to gift her a slap. I have been pressing down whatever thoughts I have to do to her, but this time I couldn’t resist the urge to slap her.
“Bitch! You will regret this.” She stares at me with so much hate but I’m not concerned about that. I just need the fucking truth from her, then I will be out of here.
“Tell me who the bloody girl is.” I yell now, as Isabella is provoking inside of me. She growls. She wants to teach Riley a lesson too but I’m trying to calm the both of us. If I let her take over, she might ruin everything with her anger. “Tell me who you fucking plan this with? Who is the damn girl?” I ask softly.
Ava is boiling inside. I can see it from her expression. It is as though she wants to burn her lips so she can start speaking up by force. Riley doesn’t say anything. She remains tight-lipped. I don’t have so much patience left in me anymore. I pull a handful of her hair, raising her from the bed by it. There’s a table beside the window, and I push her to the edge of it and press her head on it.
“Who the bloody hair is she!?” I growl. I begin to hear her cry. I hear her cry for the first time and I’m so pleased. What I’m doing to her must be severe and she brought this upon herself.
“Tell me?” I press harder on the table. She cries, murmuring a name out her lips.
“J-jane…” I laugh ridiculously when I hear it.