Rebel With A Cause [SAMPLE ONLY]

Chapter Ten

Carter was worried about Kaitlyn. He and Deangelo went way back, and he knew things about De that no one else knew. De was dangerous, and Kaitlyn was only going to get hurt.

Not many people knew about Estella Carboni. It was only by chance that Carter even knew about her.

Estella was De’s daughter, and she died when she was only few months old. De got into a temper, and while his then girlfriend, Alana, was holding Estella, he attacked her. He’d lunged at her, attempting to beat and strangle her.

Estella died. Alana ended up in hospital, in critical condition. She didn’t last long before dying from her injuries.

The post mortem determined that Estella died from head injuries, due to being dropped.

De had fled from Sydney, Australia, to Auckland, New Zealand. Here, he was hiding.

But De’s past was not what Carter was worried about. He was worried about Kaitlyn. She was angry and hurting, more than he thought she would.

And now she was going overboard. Hooking up with De was a mistake, and Carter wished he’d been able to stop her.

He didn’t want her to get hurt.

Meanwhile, Kaitlyn was pinned underneath Deangelo, as his sweaty hands roamed her body. He was pushing her tops up with one hand, and attempting to pull down her leather pants with the other.

“De, no,” she murmured. “Stop it.”

He stopped kissing her neck for a moment. “But I thought you wanted this, Katie,” he whispered in mock sadness.

She squirmed. “Not like this, De.”

He pouted. “Come on, Katie, aren’t you having fun?”

She tried to sit up. “No De, not anymore.”

He frowned, and his face darkened in anger. “Too bad, Katie baby. You wanted to play, and we’re doing it my way.”

She suddenly felt scared. No, scared was an understatement; she was terrified. She tried to struggle, even attempted to scream, but Deangelo slammed a hand over her mouth and used his other forearm to cut off her airway.

“Can’t breathe,” she choked. De growled.

“Shut it. If you scream, it’ll be that much worse for you.”

Kaitlyn believed him. She wished she’d never gotten in the car with him. She wished that she’d listened to Carter, and stayed away. It was only her need to feel wanted that drove her to De.

Now, she was feeling worse than before. She just wanted Carter.

She wanted her mum.

She wanted her dad.

As she cried silently, Deangelo did his thing. She pretended it was happening to someone else. She didn’t want to remember any of this in the morning.

When it was over, De rolled over and went to sleep. She silently got up from the bed, picked up her clothes, dressed and then left the room. She tiptoed out of the house and pulled out her phone. No signal.

She bit her lip, willing herself not to cry. She walked to the end of the cul-de-sac and gripped her phone tightly in her hand. She checked again, but still no service.

She couldn’t phone her dad, which was obvious; she didn’t have a signal.

But she did recognise the area she was in. She was in Manurewa East, not far from Carter’s place. She could easily walk there.