The Million Dollar Man

« Hey, come on. » Chuck said, pulling on my arm. I winced and looked around once more, unsure of my next move.

<< Seriously, >> Chuck snapped, giving my arm a harsh pull. I let out a whimper and stumbled into him, unable to fight against him as he pulled me down the end of the block.

I continued to look around, searching for one of the boys. By the time we stopped walking, we were far from the club, and in front of a small black car.

<< Get in. »> He said, smirking at me. I stared at him blankly, before he rolled his eyes and opened the door, pushing me into the car.

Was I supposed to go home with him?

I was confused, and for the first time ever, I really didn't feel safe. Everything about my situation was screaming danger, and I felt the nerves shooting around in my stomach, making me sick and nauseous.

The car ride was short, and Chuck busied himself by telling me how much he wanted to tear my clothes from my body. His words went right over my head though, for I could only focus on the hand that was tightly gripping my knee, and the thought that I was all by myself on this one.

<< Love, we're here. >> He whispered in my ear.

I barely had time to react before he was by my side of the car, eagerly pulling me out. His hand gripped my wrist tightly as he entered his run down house, and I observed the dull insides.

Without a second of hesitation, Chuck Forrest had me pinned against the wall, his body pressing fully against mine. His lips attached themselves to my neck, and he began sucking and nibbling my exposed flesh. Fed up with not knowing what to do, I began pushing him away.

<< No, no, >> I muttered. << Stop it. >>

He pulled away slightly, his face now contorted with anger.

«Oh so that's it, huh? You're just some teasing slut? » I flinched at his words, before growing angry.

<< Let me go. >> I hissed out, placing my hands on his chest. He snorted and grasped my wrists with one of his hands, slamming them onto the wall above my head.

<< You can shut the fuck up now. >> He snarled, his lips busying themselves my attacking me again. I squirmed under his grip, trying to find a way to break free of him.

I managed to send a kick to his shin, which resulted in him backing away from me and howling in pain. I took this as an opportunity to rush towards the door, but found my head snapping backwards as he grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked on it.

The pain that radiated from that action made me scream in pain, and a few tears pricked my eyes. My heart was pounding in my chest, and I barely even registered what was about to happen before I felt my head turn to the side, pain erupting on the side of my face.

He hit me.

Now, I have been hit before. I can take a hit, and this was no different from the other times, that it, except for the fear that I was filled with this time.

Before, I always knew I had back up. That would give me the power to be able to endure whatever happened because I knew it wouldn't be long before Danny, Nate, or Will came. But this time, I had absolutely no idea what I was doing and it felt as if I had been set up.

Did Sebastian really want me to fail?

<< You think you can just get away with all those games at the club ? Huh? » He screamed at me, shoving me up against the wall.

<< Well ? » He roared in my face. I flinched, and quickly held my hands up to my face; just barely blocking the blow he sent my way. My wrist throbbed from the punch it had just received, and I hissed in pain.

<< Baby, I don't want to hurt you. >> His voice was now soft and almost caring, which scared me even more. It was as if the abusive, demanding Chuck Forrest had now been replaced by someone else.

<< Then stop. >> I snapped out, using my uninjured arm to shove him away.

<< You know, » he growled out, << I don't think you know who I am. >>

I replied with silence, and only stared at him. I was willing to hear whatever he had to tell me, as long as he wasn't hurting me anymore.

<< My name is Chuck Forrest, and I am one of the most dangerous drug dealers in the area. >> It took almost everything in my power to keep myself from rolling my eyes at him.

<< Have you heard of Kings? » He questioned, a smirk plastered on his face.

I nodded my head, waiting for him to continue.

<< I've been walking over them for months. >> He said lowly, moving so that he was now right in front of me once more. << They fear me. >>

The bitter laugh that escaped my lips was uncontrollable, and made Chuck go mad. The force of the slap sent me to the ground, and a groan of pain left my mouth when I fell on my injured wrist. << That's enough. >>

I lifted my head just in time to see Sebastian emerge from the top of the stairs of the house, followed by Mason and Callum, who were both carrying boxes.

I'm not sure if relief would be a good way to describe what I was feeling. Sure, it was nice to see that I hadn't been abandoned, but at the same time, I couldn't help but feel like just a pawn in Sebastian's game. I felt used.

I built up the strength to push myself backwards against wall, and used it to help myself stand up.

Chuck looked horrified as he stared at Sebastian, and I felt courage explode within me.

« Chucky, I thought you said they feared you. >> I teased, a harsh edge to my voice. His eyes tore away from them and back to me, as realization washed over his features.

<< You little bitch. >> He snarled out. Anger emitted from him and I watched as he lunged at me, ready to finally be able to get revenge for the way he had been treating me.

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I side stepped Chuck and had him slammed up against the wall by his neck before anyone correct.

<< You're exactly right. >> I hissed out, purposefully digging my nails into his throat. His pathetic shriek of pain made me press down even harder, my previous pain being transferred to him.

<< Evie stop it. >> I ignored Sebastian's warning, not caring that he was now making his way down the stairs. A large hand tugged my hand away from Chuck's throat, and I shook Sebastian off instantly.

<< Get this over with, >> I snarled. Callum motioned for me to follow him outside, which I did reluctantly. For once, I actually wanted to see someone die. Cynical, I suppose, but something about Chuck Forrest made me that way. Their large black car had been parked across the street, and I watched as Mason and Callum placed the boxes in the trunk.

<< What are those for ? >> I asked, letting my curiosity get the best of me.

<< These are files on all of his client's, as well as information about other gangs in this area. >> Callum informed me, while opening the car door to let me in.

<< You know, » Mason said, as we sat in the car. << You have serious talent. >>

A smile perked at the corners of my mouth, and I shrugged nonchalantly. << I've been doing this for a while, of course I do. »

Callum laughed while Mason looked on at me with amusement.

<< You had his attention the second you entered the dance floor. » Callum told me.

<< You'll be a great asset to Kings. >>

I hadn't even noticed that Sebastian had opened the door to the driver's side, and was now sliding in. I diverted my eyes over to Chuck's house, avoiding Sebastian's gaze in the process.