His Little Demon

Chapter Twelve

A/N:

Our poor baby. 😭😡

Read with caution. May make some people uncomfortable.

I feel like I always have one chapter that takes things from 0-100, calm to chaotic.

Enjoy!

-B.

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(Astraea's POV)

I tried my best to focus on the auction going on at the front of room, but it was difficult given my position. After we returned from the bathroom, Vas pulled me onto his lap and banded one arm around my waist. His other hand rested comfortably on my thigh underneath my dress, his fingers gently rubbing at the skin there.

He got Ares away from Lydia before ordering her and Saina to get themselves together and leave the bathroom. Saina left the event all together which I'm thinking had something to do with the blood on her dress from her nose.

I didn't mean to punch her as hard as I did, but she wasn't saying very nice things about me. Then she and Lydia started talking about Vas and I didn't like that at all. His name coming out of their mouths just made me angry and felt wrong. Next thing I know Ares is growling at Lydia and I've punched Saina. Hannah didn't know what was going on but she had my back.

Some part of me thought Vas would be mad that I punched his sister, but then he called me his Good Girl. I liked it when he called me that. I like it almost as much as I did sitting in his lap. I felt like nothing and no one could hurt me as long as I was there.

"Next up we have beautiful piece of jewelry worth millions donated by Mr. Rodriguez. I know for a fact that this comes from his personal collection so we should all be every grateful for his donation." The host called, gesturing down at a table in the front. 

The man, Mr. Rodriguez, stood and I felt my body begin to shut down. I started to tremble in Vas's lap and I felt tears start to roll down my cheeks. Grabbing my chin, he forced me to look at him which eased me a tiny bit.

"What happened? What's wrong?"

I wanted to tell him and I hated that I couldn't because I knew he would take care of it. Pulling out his phone, he opened the notepad and handed it to me.

"Try your best. I'll get it." He assured me.

With trembling hands and blurry eyes, I did my best to type what I needed him to know. I must've done a good job because I felt his whole body tense when I finished.

Cupping my face with his hands and bringing my forehead to rest against his, he asked, "He is one of them who touched you that night?"

I nodded. He was the bald guy. The one who said he got my mouth first. The one I puked all over the most and stabbed in the thigh.

Kissing my forehead, he tucked my face against his neck and began rubbing my back as he started speaking in what I assumed to be Italian to Tak.

"I'm going to take her home. You stay here in place of me and do as I said."

"May I stay too. I'm pretty good at Italian so I'd like to assist. I'll stop by and see you before I head home." She rolled Vas before looking at me.

"It's fine with me." Tak told Vas.

"We're taking the car, but Kastor will come get you. Message him when everything's finished."

Thirty minutes later we were back home with Ares after sneaking out. We both changed out of our clothes and into something more comfortable. For me that was the t-shirt he'd worn to bed the night before so it heavily smelled like him and a pair of underwear. He just put on some sweatpants leaving his torso bare and my marks on display.