Destroyed For All Others

Chapter 32 - Threats

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Allegra

My skin crawls from David's touch, memories from a time that still haunts my nightmares flashing in my mind. Anger radiates from Niklaus. He is astute, especially when it comes to me, and saw the way David was rubbing my hand. If I saw the lust in his eyes, Niklaus would definitely see it. He misses nothing.

David repeats his question again about the length of time we last saw each other, the smirk on his face not going unnoticed. He always did get off on making me feel uncomfortable.

"Yes, four years ago," I respond, picking up my discarded drink to take a sip.

I hate that with one look, he had made me put it down. I didn't want him to think he still had any power over me. His eyes squint slightly as he takes in my defiance of his silent command to put my beer down. I was never allowed to drink it before. Only trailer park trash drink beer, and he wouldn't have me tarnishing the family reputation. That was then. This is now.

"Where are you living now?" David asks me casually, his focus only on me while everyone stands around looking uncomfortable. Aashiv and Ade have a high-level understanding of David's connection to me, the details too personal and disturbing to tell even Aashiv. And if it weren't for the fact that I made them promise never to confront my past, they would no doubt have kicked this asshole out and then beat him to a pulp.

David's question is anything but casual, and I see the rage simmering up in Aashiv at his question. My mind is shorting as I think about what I should say. He cannot know where I stay. It's taken me so long to rebuild my life, if he knows, then he might destabilize everything I have worked so hard to put back together.

"She is living with me," Niklaus says, squeezing my side comfortingly. I successfully hide my shock at his lie, looking up at the gorgeous man who is bailing me out of this situation purely on his instinct of the dilemma I face. Would he want to know more about this later, about what is going on? Fuck, I hope not. Though he did deserve it. My eyes flit around the group, silently pleading with everyone to keep their mouths zipped as they all knew this was a fabrication.

Niklaus' grey orbs and slightly arched brow challenge David to prompt for more, the anger flashing in David's sea-blue eyes. The only nice thing about him. His gaze drops briefly to where Niklaus' hand rests on my waist before shifting his gaze to his friend beside him. Ally. Her name and appearance bizarrely similar to my own. It must be a coincidence, right? A shiver creeps down my spine, and I mentally shake myself. It must be coincidence, the alternative is inconceivable.

"You two know each other?" Chase questions, sensing the atmosphere change, which is so thick with tension it's suffocating. It is pushing my anxiety level up, my palms sweating in response.

"Calm down. Don't give him the benefit of seeing you unsettled," Niklaus whispers in my ear, turning slightly to shield me as he does.

My brown eyes meet with his grey ones, immediately calming me. He grabs my sweaty hand, squeezing it reassuringly. I smile at him, the interaction between us looking like a loving exchange of whispered words.

"Yes, we know each other well, actually," David says as Niklaus resumes his previous stance.

"I think well is an exaggeration. We had a mutual acquaintance," I say smiling, anger flashing in David's eyes at the minimization of our history. I admittedly knew that my words would infuriate him, but Niklaus has given me courage that is making me reckless.