I pull at the ties that bind me to the metal chair I'm in. I can't believe my fucking sister tied me up to a god damn chair. I guess Malyssa knew she couldn't really take me one on one. She knew I'd fucking dominate that match-up regardless of whatever bullshit she spewed earlier. Fuck her. Scott, Daddy, knew who the better twin, woman, was. I pull even harder at the rope, feeling a masochistic type of love as it digs into the skin of my flesh.
I think back to when I first met him, the love of my life. I'd arrived in Vegas after my break-up with Pete and no more than twenty-four hours later had I found myself with a gag in my mouth, a bag around my head, and my wrists bound much like this. I was thrown roughly into a vehicle and transported to Scott's warehouse. They'd strapped me to a chair and left me there for what felt like forever.
My whole life hadn't started until he'd pulled that bag off of my head...
The moment he'd unveiled my face the look he'd given me made my heart want to flutter right out of my chest. Scott stood in front of me looking like a god. He was tall, muscular, had hair that was nearly platinum in color; the most handsome man I'd ever seen. He'd caressed my chin soft and lovingly like he'd known me forever. His eyes had glistened as he ran his hand through my hair.
He'd whispered words and I had no idea what they meant. He'd talked about how he'd regretted the last time he'd seen me to this day. Now that I was back, he'd give me a second chance. But it wasn't me he was referring to, no, it's was Malyssa. When he'd taken the gag out of my mouth I tried to explain that it was a mistake. He had the wrong girl. I wasn't who he thought I was. The vicious smack across my face that he delivered afterward is something I can nearly still feel to this day.
When he untied me, after I pleaded with him, he'd found out the truth. He'd known I wasn't Mal the moment he jerked my shirt up. He'd studied my abdomen and caressed the skin there. He blinked disbelievingly at me and shook his head. He looked almost disappointed and I felt that sit deep within me. Everyone always wanted Malyssa more and it had always infuriated me. Even Pete looked at Malyssa differently than he did me and he was me boyfriend for fuck's sake.
Malyssa always thought she was better than everyone. She was cocky and didn't seek the approval I so desperately needed from others. Everyone adored her for it. Like Luke, Lucas fucking Warner, one of the biggest names in Vegas, he would make the impossible happen for her. He would walk on water if she asked him to. He would kiss the very ground she walked on if that's what she desired. I'd always been jealous of that, of their love, more specifically his love for her. It was hardly even fair for someone to be loved like that. Malyssa didn't deserve a love like that.
I spit a wad of blood on the ground that had been building in my mouth. She'd hit me pretty hard. I guess making fun of Luke's sexual preferences had worked just like I thought it would. It angered her, got her all riled up, because of how much she cared for Luke. Luke was Malyssa's weak spot if there ever was one. She was so protective of him, loved him so fiercely, it put a giant target right on his back.
The man drove Scott mad. One time he'd been watching footage of the two of them go at it and directly afterward he'd picked up the laptop from his desk. He then threw it across the room cursing her name. It was also a time where he'd ravaged me in the back room in every single way. He'd whipped me so hard I nearly bled and then tended to the wounds he'd inflicted with care. He'd murmured his apologies and begged me to never leave him like Malyssa had. He made me promise he'd be my one and only. I promised and I vowed I would never leave his side.
The thought makes me pull at the ropes in irritation again because he's somewhere hurt. Well, not somewhere. I knew exactly where they would've taken him. They took him to the club. The outward facade was an exclusive fetish club, one you could only get into if you had an invite to enter. He was below in the make-shift medical room there, I know it.
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RomanceMeet Malyssa Ricci, or as she likes to go by- Malicious. Mal's got a mind full of dirty thoughts and has lived a life that's even more tainted than them. She's a gun-slinging, knife-throwing, switch with perfect accuracy. Well, not so perfect in he...