Leather Dreams

Hatred

Chap 32:

(Trigger warning, some not consensual abuse. So please skip chapter if you feel uncomfortable)

Amaya pov:

The transactions took a little more time but by the end of the week, it went through.

Thank god for that and the fact that I submitted the essay and everything seemed back to normal.

Dexter had just left to take Luke to Max's house because tomorrow he had to leave early to go visit Angelo.

Probably to discuss about the new racing team.

Angelos guys and Blue Crowds guys basically want to race each other and see what ones better purley out of boredom.

So Angelo told Dex to meet him tomorrow early, the only reason why he agreed to meet to consider it though was because the money is pretty good.

Fair enough but to be honest all this gangster racing is too much effort for me and I'm more of a homebody to care that much.

Milly on the other hand, she's an adrenaline junkie so shes pretty hyped and wants to be there. Max is trying to convince her not to but as we all know, Milly does as she pleases.

The doorbell rings and I frown, sitting up from the couch.

Who could it be? Dexter just left five minutes ago and it takes like 40 minutes to get to Max's place.

"Delivery from Amazon,"

Oh, well that probably explains it.

I go to stand up and head over when something in my brain tells me to stop.

Wait...what is a delivery person doing here at 11:30 at night?

Do delivery people even come this late? I thought they come during the day.

The doorbell keeps on ringing and I hesitate before glancing at the brolly by the door and looking through the peephole.

I mean its just one guy wearing a neon yellow highvise jacket and a facemask pulled low, holding a box in his arms.

I open the door but only up to the chain, not fully unlocking it.

"Just leave the parcel by the doorstep," I mumble and go to close the door when the guys foot jams it.

Red flags flood in my brain and I frown.

"Excuse me but-"

"Oh, I heard you, bitch." The man grows and starts to kick open the door.

Danger floods into my gut and I grab my phone from the counter but by then it was too late.

The man breaks the chain, succumbing to the pure brutality of his kick and he enters the place.

"Listen get out right now or I'll call the-"

"Aren't you a pretty one?" Another man with short brown hair comes inside and shuts the door closed as my stomach drops.

The man with the yellow vest steps closer to me and I dial the authorities hoping they'd pick up as I try to find a knife in the kitchen with my hand as I keep my gaze on both of them.