How F*cking Embarrasing Violet • This lockdown situation is getting on my nerves-and it's only been one week. I slowly sip my beer while watching the bikers partying their asses off, yet again. Haru and Tessa are sitting beside me, wearing the same bored expressions I probably have. Over the week, Tessa has become a good friend to us. We hang out most of the time. Like us, she's a weird soul who's had her fair share of s**t in life. We haven't shared much, but it's easy to see when someone's struggling. "I'll seriously kill myself if I have to stay indoors a second longer," Haru mumbles. "Depressive much?" Tessa chuckles, but nods anyway. 15 Pote> "I know the feeling. I've been through lockdowns too many times to count. You get used to it, I guess," she adds. I groan and watch Rios s***k a woman as she walks by. Classy. I spot Killer sitting next to my brother, both of them talking with serious expressions. Tension is running high. I don't really know what's going on-Killer won't tell me-but I have a feeling nothing is going as planned. I've been asking Devil to secure a spot in one of the stripper clubs so Haru can dance, but he keeps telling us she has to wait until the lockdown is over-much to Haru's frustration. I wouldn't let her dance in the bar when the brothers were around. I was worried they'd start bothering her. Luckily, she understood and never danced when they were here. Just as I take the last sip of my beer, my phone pings. I set the empty bottle on the bar and fish my phone out of my jacket. RT: Where are you? 1 smile, earning a glance from Haru. "Who is it?" she asks curiously. "RT," I say. "Really?! What does he want? It's been ages!" Haru nearly squeals. RT is the other Doll who survived that fateful night. We haven't stayed in touch much, and we weren't together for long after the escape, but he was like a brother to us. He was bigger, built like a tank, and seventeen when we escaped Because of his cold attitude, people left us alone when we were on the streets. Violet: Nevada. Why? 1/6 < How F*cking Embarrasing RT: Got something that might interest you. Haru with you? Violet: Yeah? RT: It's about Sir +15 Points > My heart stops. Haru, reading over my shoulder, goes completely still-probably matching my expression. "Upstairs." I stand without waiting for a response and head up. I can feel Killer's eyes on my back, but I ignore him. Right now, I need to know what RT has to say. I'll talk to Killer afterward. I close the door to my room and lock it behind Haru. Then I dial RT's number and wait. "Vy," RT's rough voice comes through the speaker. I'd smile if I wasn't this on edge. "What's up?" I ask. Haru sits on the bed, watching me. I put the call on speaker and lean against the wall. "I've heard some rumors. Someone's been asking around on the streets. One of my contacts sent me pictures-of us. People didn't talk to these guys; they can smell money a mile away and don't trust them. But someone might talk-for the right price." "Why the f**k is he looking for us now, RT? Are you sure it's not someone else we might've pissed off?" "Come on, Vy. You're smarter than that." "f**k… Why now, RT? It's been years." Frustrated, I run my fingers through my dreads. Haru stares at the ground, paler than before. "How the f**k should I know?" "Where was this, RT?" Please be far-far-from Nevada. "New York," he sighs. "And where are you?" I whisper. "New York" I Haru looks up, fear flashing in her eyes for a moment. **k, RT. Come here. I'll talk to my brother. We-" I stop, lost for words I've been running for so long and I finally let myself believe I might be safe. "We can't lose you, Haru whispers. 2/6 How F*cking Embarrasing "Haru?" RT's voice softens over the line. +15 Points I hear the affection in his tone. I've always known he cared for her, but we all knew we weren't exactly relationship material. "Yeah," she replies. "Please come to Nevada. Please." "I will. I think it's better if we stay together for now anyway." We hang up and sit in silence, trying to process everything. "f**k," I hiss through my teeth, livid that even now, peace still eludes me. "I should've killed him… before this." Haru lets out a small laugh. "How? Walk into his fortress and get yourself killed before even setting foot inside? Right," she says sarcastically. I give her a look and shake my head. "Just stay here. The sooner I talk to my brother, the better." As I head toward the door, Haru's voice stops me. "You know you'll have to tell him, right? We can't keep doing whatever we want without telling the club. They need to know. This could be dangerous for them too." I glance over my shoulder and nod. She's right. Just like with Killer, my time running is over. I can't avoid this anymore. I head downstairs slowly. I scan the bar-brothers enjoying their so-called "good time." Half-naked women, some completely naked. Blowjobs out in the open. Someone's f*****g a chick on the pool table. Real classy. I spot Devil in the same place as before and make my way over. He's surrounded by Jaxon, Killer, Chaos, Iren, and Maker. "We need to talk," I say. Some of them glance my way. I try not to look at Killer, but part of me desperately wants his comfort-no matter how much I hate that. I've been on my own for so long, and now… this man smashed through every wall I built. I hate it. I'm vulnerable in so many ways. "Can't it wal-" "No." I cut off my brother sharply. He looks up now-he'd been staring at some Soul Eater shaking her ass on the pole. His demeanor shifts when he sees my face. 3/6 < How F*cking Embarrasing "With me," he says, nodding at the others. +15 Points? We all follow him into his office. I'm the last one to walk in-just as a large hand brushes against mine. I glance to the side and see Killer. His expression is unreadable, but there's concern beneath the cold mask. These past few days, I've learned this man has another side-buried beneath the VP's hardened shell. The door closes behind me, sealing my fate. The bikers take their seats around the table. Devil points to the chair at the far end. I sit and stare at the wood grain. "You dragged us in here. So talk. Now," Devil demands. I nod, then speak. I spill my past-my pain-my nightmare. Not the full version I gave Killer. Just enough. I don't meet anyone's eyes. I keep staring at the table, the tension building with every word. "RT-the other Doll," I say bitterly. I hate that word with every fiber of my being. "He contacted me. Said people are looking for us. All three of us. They had pictures. And I want to believe it's someone else, but like RT said-I'm smarter than that. No one should have pictures of us. We don't use social media. We keep to ourselves. The only person who ever took pictures of us… was him." "Smile for me, Doll," Through my tears, I watch Sir grab the camera. My hands are coated in blood-my blood. Warm, sticky fluid covers most of my body. "I said smile." I try. I do what he orders. I'm lying on his bed. Naked. My hands tied behind my back, legs bound to the bedposts. My shoulders scream for release. "Good little Doll." He trails a hand over my bruised body. He squeezes my n****e. I scream. A flash blinds me. His chuckle follows. "So pretty" Tears stream down my cheeks. He slaps my other breast. Pain burns through me. The bed creaks as he moves. A shadow looms. "Open your eyes" I don't want to-but I do. 4/6 < How F*cking Embarrasing His crazy grey eyes bore into mine. "You make me do this. You know that." His hand closes around my throat. He thrusts into me. Painfully. Flash. Grunt. Pain. Flash. Flash. Flash. "You're still too beautiful," he hisses. I want to die. "Violet!" My eyes snap back to my brother-he's crouched inches from me. "What?" My voice is cold. I feel nothing. Just numbness. "You just… went quiet," he says, concerned. I study his face. Why is he worried? "Nothing." I pause. "Anyway, RT's on his way here. He can help with whatever you're doing. He's well trained. That okay?" Devil swallows. Then nods. "Sure, little sis." "Great." I stand and leave, not waiting for more comments or concern. I don't need them. I'm doing just fine. I'm halfway upstairs when a hand grabs my wrist and pulls me into a room. I try to fight out of the grip-but then I see it. The chest. The size. Killer. "Not now," I hiss "Yes. Now." He pulls me into a hug, pressing me to his warm body. Once, that warmth melted me from the inside out. Now? I feel nothing "Let me go, I order 15 Ponts How Fecking Embarrasing "No." I grit my teeth and throw a punch- But he catches it mid-air. "That doesn't work on me, darling," his deep voice whispers in my ear. A voice so unlike his. And just like that, everything I've bottled up surges out at once- And I black out before I even know what's happening. How f*****g embarrassing.