Intruder Inside My Soul (EDITED)

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I was awoken early in the morning by the loud bang that came from the door. I jumped up and saw Greg stumbling in the room. He shut the door and locked it. He was drunk, and that was bad. While intoxicated, he was more violent.

I tried to get up from bed, but the bedsheets that tangled around my body made it hard. When finally I succeeded, Greg had got to the bed and grabbed me by my ankle as soon as I tried to climb out.

"You are not going anywhere, love. I'm in a desperate need of your body." He slurred and got on top of me. He smelled of alcohol and cigarettes.

"Please, let me go," I whimpered. Somehow, when he was drunk, it was harder to fight him off than while he was sober.

"Shut up. I've waited for you for too long, and you won't deny me any longer," he growled and ripped my t-shirt on the neckline. The thin material digging into my delicate skin. I cried out when he kept tearing at my clothes. Greg stopped only when my breasts were on display.

"Fuck, they are perfect," he mumbled and wasted no time on biting my left nipple.

"No," I cried and fought him with all my might. I couldn't let him take me. I would rather die than experience this torture.

At this moment, I hated myself so much for not taking dad's gun with me. How could I have forgotten about it, but remembered to hide the note Greg sent me? Then again, why did I do that? Did I secretly hoped someone would find it? When it came to Greg, I lost all logical thinking and worked on my instincts that were not so great.

His hands roamed my body. Fingers digging into my skin.

Somehow, he opened his pants and pull them down enough to get his hard member out.

I was close to having a panic attack. The velvet soft skin of Greg's cock rubbed against my thigh. His movements slowly loosing their pace.

He blurred his face in the crook of my neck and inhaled my scent. Then he stopped moving completely and just laid there. I was confused and tried to get out of his hold. When finally free, I realized that Greg had passed out.

I ran to the bathroom and couldn't believe my luck. If he hadn't passed out, he would have taken me. While sitting on the toilet, I tried to calm my breathing. My whole body was shaking and tears streamed down my face.

After a while, I calmed down enough to wash my face. I dared to peek in the room to see if Greg was still out cold. He was, so I quickly got a hold of my clothes and one of his T-shirts. I got dressed. I hated his shirt on me, but mine was ruined.

I pulled my hair into a ponytail and left the room. I knew I couldn't run, but there was one last thing that could either be my downfall or my ticket to freedom.

I had to find Greg's father and tell him everything. Hopefully, he would stand on my side and protect me from his deranged son. It was too dangerous for me. Two times since coming here, I got lucky and Greg couldn't finish what he started, but my luck was bound to run out.

I found two guards on the first floor.

"Excuse me," I interrupted them warily. They looked at me.

"Can we help you with anything, miss?" One of them asked.

"I was looking for Mr. Lawrence? He promised to show me around the gardens today and I wanted to know if he is still up for it." I explained in the most polite tone I could master.

"He is eating breakfast on the west veranda. If you wish, I can take you there." The same man offered.

"Yes, that would be great." I thanked him. I did not know where anything was in this house and wanted to get over this as soon as possible. Whether the outcome was good or bad.

"This way." The man motioned for me to follow him. The way he maneuvered through different hallways, I was sure I would have gotten lost. When finally Bradley Lawrence came into a view, my heart was pounding like crazy and my hands were sweaty.

The guy who brought me here opened the glass door that led outside where Greg's father was sitting. He was talking on the phone. He smiled at me and pointed to the empty chair opposite him. I sat down and looked at the guard, closing the same glass door behind him, as he left me and Mr. Lawrence alone.

"Well, apparently they are idiots as I am having a meeting with them in less than two hours. No, Grim specified nothing, just that they had proof about their last job." He spoke in a hard tone. But my heart jumped at the mentioning of Grim.

"I don't care. All I want is results. And if they can't deliver them, then The Red Hounds are done with. No one crosses me without consequences." He continued. I couldn't believe it. He was talking about my uncle Grim and the club. The Red Hounds. My family. And from the sound of it, Bradly was not in a good terms with them.

What was I supposed to do now? Did he know I was the daughter of RH second in command? If he didn't, what would he do when he found out? I was lost. Only one thing I was sure about. There was no way in hell I could ask for Bradly Lawrence's help.

"Yes, meet me there. We'll deal with them once and for all." He finished the call.

"Good morning, dear. How was your night?" He smiled at me and poured coffee into his cup.

"G... good morning. It was fine, thank you." I answered nervously.

"I wasn't expecting you to join me this morning, but I am glad you did. As I said last night, there is a meeting I must attend, but afterwards I wish to take you out for lunch. I know I said I'd show you around the garden, but the day is lovely and I'm sure you'd appreciate getting out of this house." He offered. My attention was now solely on him. This could be my opportunity to get away.

"Yes, I would like that. Very much so." I smiled hopefully.

"Good, then I'll pick you up around 13:30 after I'm done with the meeting. It shouldn't take too long." Bradley nodded.

"I should better go back inside then." I got up from my seat. I was happy that I would get out of this house without Greg, but I couldn't stop the dread that overtook me.

Dad, Alex, uncle Grimm... Tyler... Please be safe.

How did this situation got from terrible to disastrous?

I walked through the first floor hallways when a sudden thought hit me. The club was here. In this town, wherever it was. If only I could contact them...