Shattered Legacy : A Dark Bully Romance (Gravestone Elite Book 1) Caitlyn Dare (literature books to read .TXT) š
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āYou know,ā I say, testing the waters, ānow Alex is initium, heāll be the rightful Rexford heir. Which means Channing will beā"
āDonāt, okay?ā She gives me a sad smile. āIt isnāt that simple.ā
āSorry. I didnāt mean to upset you.ā
āUpset me?ā She scoffs. āThereās no room for tears in this world, Mia. If you want my advice, wrap your heart in thorns and sharpen your claws, because in a place like Gravestone, itās a game of survival for girls like us.ā
Sasha excuses herself to take a shower, leaving me with my thoughts.
Everything is such a mess. The Electi are lawless in the way that only young men with too much money and power can be. Cade assaulted me last night, spiked my drink and touched me without my consent because everything is a game to him. And me and Bexleyā¦ weāre pitted on different teams.
God, Bexley.
Iāve tried not to let my thoughts wander to him since I woke up with a feeling of dread deep in my stomach.
He resisted that half-naked girl. He sat there, stoic and unwavering, as he watched Cade make me come. Not once did he look away. I donāt know whether he knows it, but his resolve gave me strength. It fueled the fire in my stomach.
The fire that still burns.
But I need time to regroup, to figure out what the hell Iām going to do, because if last night proved anything, itās that Cade is a cruel bastard.
And things are only going to get worse.
I donāt go to classes. After getting a ride back to campus with Sasha, I make my excuses and hurry back to my dorm room.
I need time to think. Time to process everything thatās happened over the last few days.
The guys had already left by the time we surfaced this morning. SomeoneāI assume it was Brandon or Channingāhad texted Sasha to let her know the coast was clear. Whomever it was, I was grateful to them.
Facing Brandon had been mortifying enough, but facing all of them over breakfastā¦ yeah, no thanks.
I spend the day binge-watching The Vampire Diaries, wishing I was more like Rebekah Mikaelson. She wouldnāt stand for Cadeās bullshit, for his demeaning, cruel, chauvinistic ways.
But the bottom line is, I donāt know what to do. My mother sees being Cadeās prosapia as a gift, something to be cherished. She truly believes itās my birthright. And my father wouldnāt dare to go against Quinctus. Theyāre too brainwashed by Gravestoneās history and traditions.
No one would believe me if I tried to accuse Cade of assault. Heās Cade freaking Kingsley. Besides, Police Commissioner Walters is Phillip Cargillās best friend. The police department protects the townās most sacred secrets.
Iād never really given it much thought, but after my conversation with Sasha, I canāt help but wonder just how corrupt the townās roots are. What was it that Sasha had said? āGravestone isnāt as small-town as everyone thinks.ā
Ugh. I grab a pillow and press it against my face, screaming with frustration. I hate this. I hate Cade and all the secrets and lies and traditions.
The ping of my cell finally makes me leave my soft, feathery sanctuary, and I read the message.
Sasha: Are you okay?
Me: Iām fine, just needed some space.
Sasha: I get that. Do what you need to do but then strap on your big girl panties. The guys are busy tonight, and Iām surplus to requirements if you want to hang?
Me: Maybe. Iāll let you know.
Sasha doesnāt reply. I like that about her. She doesnāt push, but sheās honest in a way girls like Annabel wouldnāt be. I guess that comes from being on the inside.
I grab a handful of candy and stuff it into my mouth. As the hours pass, the hazy memories of last night become even more distorted. But I could still remember how turned on Iād been by it all. It was the drugs, whatever aphrodisiac Cade had pumping into the air and added to our drinks, but it felt real.
My skin grows warm as I remember watching the girl moan and writhe against Ashton as he touched her. Itās so fucking messed up, but I canāt stop myself, walking my fingers down my stomach.
Iād wanted it to be Bexleyā¦ when Cade had started touching me, Iād imagined it was him.
I press my thighs together, trying to tamp down the confusing sensations rushing through me.
I hate Cade. I do. But my body betrayed me last night.
Leaping off the bed, I hurry into the bathroom and splash my face with cold water.
āWhat the hell am I doing?ā I mutter to myself, frustration bleeding from my words.
I feel like Iām losing my damn mind, all thanks to a guy who wants to hurt me and a guy who wants to hate me.
Just then, a knock at the door startles me. I didnāt text Sasha back about hanging out, but maybe she decided to take matters into her own hands.
When I yank open the door, though, all air leaves my lungs. Because it isnāt Sasha at all.
Itās someone much, much worse.
21
Bexley
The last thing I wanted to do today was go to class and risk seeing that motherfuckerās face. But I knew I didn't have a choice.
Skipping would make it look like I was running away. Hiding. And like fuck is that happening.
Plus, I needed to see Mia. I needed to know she was okay after last night. I needed to ensure he didn't go after her once we'd left and doneā¦ I shudder at the thought of him touching her again.
She might have enjoyed it, he might have tipped her over the edge, but it wasn't welcome. And it certainly wasn't welcome while I was witnessing it.
Anger swirls around me like a vortex as memories from last night flash through my mind.
After sending Alex
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