Ryan
I’m sitting on the couch with my guys when I see Elena barging into the living room with a woman in her right hand. Her legs and hands are tied like some animal.
I’m wondering what the heck is going on. When I see that the woman in her hands has jet black hair and amber eyes, a smile curls on my lips. I raise my cup to take a drink just as she throws Riley roughly to the floor.
A wave of anger roars up in my chest, that her stubbornness pisses me off. She wouldn’t surrender to the fact that she was the one involved in it. She’s been accusing Riley, but we haven’t been paying attention till we let Riley surrender to her.
We know why she is here, just as we sent Riley to the bar with that old man. We sent a camera along with her belongings. There is a camera in her bag, in her shirt and the shades she wore to the bar. Yes, all of this is our plan to expose and punish Elena by the cops once and for all.
“You piece of shit!” she screams in her face as she raises her head to look at the four of us. None of us seems surprised, we’ve been waiting for this.
We are smiling as we drink alcohol from the cup we are holding. The only person who doesn’t seem a bit pleased is Daniel. Looks like he is gradually submitting to the mating bond but he would give up soon.
The sudden outburst from her has me spitting out most of my drink back into the cup and putting a hand on my mouth to reduce the laughter bubbling up from my stomach.
“Give up already, Elena. What the fuck?” Darius jumps to his feet. He wants to laugh but doesn’t know how to let it all out.
“Tyson, your girl is dying. She needs your support, go get her up.” I give Tyson a wink. He is furious at the state Riley is in. He didn’t agree to use her from the onset. She is his special bitch.
When I call Tyson to pick her up, Elena looks a bit confused as her brows fall. She’s clenching her teeth as Tyson helps Riley up and tosses her unto his shoulder.
“What the heck are you doing Tyson!” she growls and I see her veins. She is pissed.
“This girl is a piece of shit. She fucks with you and fuck with other nasty men!” she sneers. Her face is going red as her red hair and red lips. They all go along with one another.
I start to laugh again. Darius joins me, making everything ridiculous as she stares with anger and great confusion in her eyes. She’s here alone and she doesn’t know how dangerous that is.
“You’re laughing? Do you think I’m joking?” she stands firm, digging her hand into her pocket as she brings out her phone.
We know what she wants to show us. We saw when she was taking a picture of them from the camera.
“You don’t need to show us the picture, Elena.” I grin as I walk slowly to her. My gaze is scaring her a bit. I take another scary step like a demon towards her and she gasps.
“What the fuck!” she screams in shock, stumbling backwards when we tell her we know what she was about to show us.
“Yes, darling, what the fuck.” I answer, grinning as I stop in front of her. My flexible fingers goes up to her face, caressing the hair, disturbing her vision. I sweep the hair off her face.
“Don’t be startled, Elena. We planned all of that. You better confess now because the cops will be here any time soon.” I flicker, and then she starts to wheeze for more air to breathe.
I like how we’re always one step ahead of her. We love to see how stunned she looks every time.
“Y-you fucking planned her to go to the bar with that old crappy man?” she raises a finger, still can’t believe we are always here to put all her effort to waste.
I know how much effort she put into proving she is innocent by trying to expose Riley. We gave Riley a name to tell her. There’s no Jane and nobody knows that girl in the video yet. We know if Riley had not given a response to her, she would have beaten her to hell.
Elena is quite a strong girl. We know. She’s strong and smart but not up to the level that she can surpass us. We will always beat her, hands down, by having a step ahead of her always.
“Damn right, we did.” I bark back.
“Bastard!” she runs to the table by the right, she got the mug fisted in her hand, her eyes on me as she throws it to my face. She comes forward and throws herself at me.
“I hate you! Damn, I hate you, you fucking piece of shit!” she yells through a cry.
Daniel drops his drink and runs over to us, but Darius beat him to it. He grabs her and pulls her off me as he picks her up off the floor.
“Fuck, did she just throw that to my face?” I wipe my eyes with a handkerchief from my pocket. My eyes are red, not just from the pain but anger.
“Damn right, I did! And if I have the chance, I will kill you for real!” she growls, showing the veins in her neck. She is fighting from Darius’ arms but he is pressing her down. His hands are tightly lock around her waist.
I clean up my face as I smile dangerously towards her. She can’t move, thanks to Darius’ hold of her.
“What the fuck, Elena? Give up already.” I say as I come close to her, where Darius is pressing her down.
He let go of her and a step back when he sees me in front of them. Her face falls as she let herself gasp for oxygen and she is coughing uncontrollably.
Darius made her somehow weak that she isn’t trying to fight, she is just going crazy. She can’t take this, I see it in her eyes. She’s tired but she won’t still give up.
I want to grab her hair when Daniel yells. “That’s enough. Let her be.” he steps forward, pulling her in his arms. He doesn’t say anything and his expression is neutral. She almost broke my nose, and I want to teach her a fucking lesson for nursing that courage.
“What do you mean?” I arch my brow. I ask casually with no fight in me for my brother.
“Nothing, but that’s enough,” he says, and carries her into his arms, placing her on the couch where nobody is sitting at. That couch is mom’s favorite. We’ve never allowed any girl into it before. Now, Elena is the first girl to sit on it because of Daniel.
“I know you want to punish her, but I would rather prefer you leave her to the cops.” he demands. I don’t pick up a fight, as I calm down. I know she’s trying to use him but that won’t work.