Asher;
The look on Sawyer's face when she talked about wanting revenge on her father had me feeling proud. I've heard people say the quiet ones are some of the most dangerous and after seeing the passionate fire in her eyes, just proved how true that statement was. She was furious and out for blood, but hell if it wasn't extremely hot. I mean she was always beautiful to me, maybe that's why we always harassed her. We knew she was too good for any of us, too pure. None of us wanted to drag her into our world, if we only knew.None of us wanted to admit our feelings for Sawyer; no one ever said high school boys were smart when it comes to girls. Just look at my thing with Ariel, we look like we belong together when it's actually the complete opposite, I've just been tolerating her. The only reason I'm with her is to get information on her father. Her father and mine have been rivals for years and my father ordered me to get close with the daughter to get any information about her fathers plans.
See my dad is well known as the Dark Lord of this town, making me the Dark Prince. He looked like a well rounded businessman, but under all that he dealt with the darkest parts of the narcissistic town and all it's secrets. I respected my father; he built his empire from nothing, destroying anything in his path. Personally I didn't agree with his choices at all.
He wasn't always this Dark Lord. You see he was once a happy, average man; he loved my mother with such a passion it was like a fairytale. She was the light to his darkness. Then some drunken, Paris Hilton wannabe decided to get behind the wheel of her half a million dollar birthday present and killed her. She walked away without a scratch; her families lawyer buried us in legal hell to let her slide without punishment. Back then dad was no one special and he saw first hand, money always wins in this town so he began to build his empire.
My father left a trail of blood behind him to take his place as king of the underworld and he groomed me from a young age to do the same. Some may think a vengeful man willing to kill would make a crappy father, but my dad surprisingly wasn't all that bad. He treated me decent and made sure I had everything I wanted. I've always been apart of this world my father created, since I was a child. But in all honesty I wouldn't have chosen this life of being the dark prince, I've been molded and forced into the position by my father .
I feel like I can't turn him down; He set up the boys and I in a nice comfortable house with a nice garage we run our shop out of. Jay, Logan and I have grown up together, and when they lost everything my father basically adopted them. He gave us the house the summer before high school, that's also the summer we met Kason. His parents had kicked him out in one of their drunken stupors. He fell in love with fixing cars in our garage and chose not to go back. That's how the four of us ended up rooming together in this ridiculously big gift of a house.
The boys ended up becoming a part of my father's business empire as well, and that kind of work kept us comfortable; the garage made decent money as well. So when Sawyer asked for our help on getting rid of her father , she had no idea that we were exactly the right people to fulfill that request. There was a lot about us that she didn't know, a darkness in us she should fear.
Yet we were drawn to her, like moths to a flame. She was all light and goodness even though all she's ever known is pain. She was an anomaly that both terrified and enticed me. A part of me still wanted to keep her away from my way of life, while the other half wanted to pull her close and away from any harm. I was at a constant war within myself.
After everything; all the guilt we all harbored, we would do anything to help her. I think we all wanted the same thing ... we wanted her. I wouldn't be able to explain it if anyone asked but it felt like she belonged with us... like it was fate we followed her home that day.
"So, our little Sawyer want to spill blood huh? How can we help?" Logan asks with a cheeky smile on his face.
To my shock, Sawyer smiled right back at him the most devilish grin. Our girl had a bit of a dark side peeking through, who wouldn't after all she had endured. I must admit it's a damn good look on her, our little dark princess.
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Her Dark Angels
RomanceHell is the only thing I can think of when you ask me about my life. Having been tortured and abused since adolescence by not only my father but his friends. Then to be tormented at school by four boys everyone called The Dark Angels and their girl...