Angelica (The Family Book 1)

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by Jones, Angelique


  Today they were on to the next form of therapy for Maria: gardening. Taking a piece of the back garden, Angie had the guys till it up for their use, which in itself had been hysterical. If looks could kill, she’d be as dead as the designer suits they’d been wearing doing the work. It was after four when a shadow fell over them. Looking back over her shoulder, Angie saw Dom and his friends, their gazes locked on her shorts-covered ass. Sitting back on her knees, she waited for them to look her in the eye, but their gazes seemed stuck on her boobs, that were half hanging out of her tank top. Ready to get up and kick their asses, she was saved from doing it by Lucca coming up behind them. Angie was struck by the way he looked in his suit, just the sight caused her to squeeze her legs tightly together before turning back around. Behind her back, Angie heard a few snide remarks and angry threats before the lot of them left—well, except for Lucca. Him she could still feel. His gaze burned into her back. Ignoring him the best she could, she leaned back over to dig a hole, which, unfortunately, gave him a great view of her ass.

  Of course Maria, the bane of her existence, took that moment to go to the house to get a drink. She was so going to kill that brat. Freezing when she felt Lucca crouch behind her, Angie’s body tensed even more when he laid his hand on her bare back, where her tank top had ridden up. Gliding his hand around, staying under her shirt, his hands splayed over her stomach, causing a fresh flood of liquid to move out of her. Shivering at the sensation, she let him raise her up with just the one hand until she was nestled between his legs and his lips were grazing her neck. Fuck; there went her panties. All these years, she’d felt nothing when a guy touched her, and all this asshole had to do was meet her eyes and she was ready to spread her legs.

  Bringing his other hand around, he splayed it just under her breasts, gently rubbing the bottoms with his thumb while his other hand dipped down low, his fingers gliding under her shorts, stopping at her clit. Jerking, he held her steady as his talented fingers rubbed her while he whispered all the dirty, depraved things he planned to do to her body into her ear. Between his words and the motion of his fingers, Angie’s breathing became heavy and her body began to rock into his touch. Lucca took her lips just as the explosion took her body, he swallowed her cries, his touch making her hungry for more. Gentling his kiss, he stopped touching her clit, letting his fingers go lower until one hooked and pushed inside her to the knuckle, causing her to come again with just that one bit of his thick finger. Angie’s passage was so tight that if she hadn’t been as wet as she was, he wouldn’t have been able to push it in, which caused him to groan and grow harder, poking into her back.

  Coming down, she melted into his body, disappointed when he removed his hand and adjusted her clothes. Releasing her lips, he brought the finger that her body had been pulsating around to his mouth before walking away without a word. Shaking, Angie dropped back into the dirt, using her jelly arms to hold herself up. Fuck; this is what she had been talking about. Every time he was in the house, he managed to corner her somewhere and make her come before leaving without a word. She knew what his game was, and it was ending tonight. Tonight she was going to get it over with and fuck him. No more mind games. No more trying to get her to crave him until she admitted that she was his; it was done. He was just a fascination; that was it. A fantasy to her touch-denied body. She was making it out to be more in her head than it really was, and tonight she was going to prove it.

  Maria was doing much better; she’d be fine when she’d left. Angie’s contacts had come through. The day after tomorrow she’d be going to pay those boys a visit they’d never forget. Then it would be done, and she could move on. This was only a rest stop in her life. She had obligations—two more, to be exact—before she had to take care of her last promise to her mother. Angie’s life had never been her own and never would be; that was her cross to bear.

  …..

  Fuck; he couldn’t keep doing this. If he didn’t fuck her soon, his balls were going to explode. After the first night, when she’d avoided him, Lucca had gone to one of their bars and proceeded to take the girls two at a time, but no matter how many times or where he came on them, they weren’t her. Giving up, he’d come home and drank till he passed out. Since then, he’d stalked her, catching her whenever no one else was around, needing to touch her. Every time he touched her, he made sure that she orgasmed, wanting her to crave his touch as much as he craved hers. Coming home after beating a stupid fuck who thought he could steal from them into a pulp, he found his brother and his friends staring at her barely clad body and he just flipped. He told those motherfuckers to stay away from her. His blood already running hot, he wanted to show them and her who she belonged to. He was ready to fuck her right there in the open. After the way she came from just a few flicks of his finger on her clit that as lost as she was in the pleasure she would have let him.

  He also knew that she would have hated him afterward. Frustrated, Lucca slammed his hand into the wall. He was no closer to having her or finding the dead men who’d touched Maria. Tonight he had to take care of one of those frustrations. For once Lucca agreed with his father. Maria was still too fragile for him to get the information from her. No one wanted her to go back to the way she’d been before Angie came, which meant he’d have to get the information from her. If Maria had told anyone what happened to her, it would be Angie, but getting her to talk might be as hard as getting her into his bed. The girl was close-lipped; they still didn’t know who she really was, but she sure as fuck wasn’t the girl whose identity she was using. Was Angie even her real name? How the fuck could he want her? He hated liars, and all she did was lie. Grabbing a bottle and a glass, Lucca went out to the balcony. Hidden from those below, he watched her, growing harder by the second.

  …..

  It was close to ten when she was finally able to escape Maria. Once she passed out on the couch, Angie went upstairs and straight to Lucca’s room. Not bothering to knock, she walked in and closed the door behind her, clicking the lock in place. As her eyes adjusted to the dark, she saw him sitting in a chair directly in front of her, staring. The want in his gaze seared her. Moving until she stood between his legs, she kept his gaze as she slid the straps of her dress off her arms and let it fall around her feet. Standing there, she watched his body tense before he rose slowly, as if giving her a chance to change her mind and run.

  Tilting her head to keep his gaze, she let him see the answering fire, and that was all he needed. Striking, he shoved his hand into her hair tight to her scalp, forcing her head back farther until her neck stood vulnerable to him. With his other hand he encircled her neck, squeezing just enough so that she felt his dominance. Forcing her to walk backward until her legs hit the bed, he growled, “Get up.” It was hard; he didn’t release his hold, but she did it, moving until he told her to stop. Shoving her on her back, he loomed over her, releasing her hair but not her neck as he took in her body. Turned on like never before, Angie tried to close her legs, to squeeze them shut to relive the pressure. Tightening his grip on her throat, his eyes shot back to hers, the look causing her to gush, his “No” to shake. Letting them fall wide open, he loosened his grip while his gaze swung to the barely there scrap of lace covering her bare pussy. Taking his free hand, he ripped it from her body, leaving her naked to his greedy gaze. Angie could feel her juices dripping out of her, sliding down her body to the sheets.

  Moaning, she arched her back, needing his touch. Forcing her gaze open, she found his. Instinctually she knew what he wanted. Reaching up, she gripped his hair hard, pulling him toward her, stopping before their lips touched. “Eat my pussy,” She whispered on a breathy moan, even turned on by the words, as if her pussy had a mind of its own and knew what she’d said. Taking the hard mouth that smashed into hers, they clashed until she tasted blood.

  If possible, he was wilder than before, moving down her body until his mouth was sealed to her core. Shoving his hands under her ass, he lifted her up, feasting on her. Wildly, Angie’s o
rgasm took me. Trying to buck off his mouth, to escape the intense pleasure that roared through her. But he held firm, riding her moving body, forcing her to take more. Grabbing a pillow, he shoved it under her ass. One hand held her down, his mouth never leaving her through her whimpers as she felt another building within her. It was there, ready to take her, but she fought it, needing a break before it destroyed her, but the beast wouldn’t let her have it. Angry at Angie’s resistance, Lucca forced her to take it, shoving a finger in deep. She exploded more wildly than before. In and out Lucca pushed, while he sucked on her, added more fingers, stretching her until she burned in pleasure/pain.

  Shaking as Angie felt another coming, she was relieved when he finally released her. Looking at him with dazed eyes, she watched him shed his clothes before pouncing on her body. Gripping her throat, he growled for her to open her eyes. She could feel him pressing into her entrance. It was too much. Her body burned as it stretched to take him. She moaned. Trying to move her sensitive core away only enraged him. Like an animal denied too long a meal, Lucca wouldn’t be stopped. Pressing forward, he shoved in, stopping at her barrier, the last innocence she possessed. Gripping her harder, he leaned down until his lips touched her ear, “You are mine” was all the warning he gave before he plunged deep, ripping through the thin barrier, not stopping until his body was flush to hers.

  The pain was so intense she thought she’d black out. Shuddering, she leaned up and sank her teeth into his shoulder to drown her scream. Unmoving, he stay inside her. No matter how hard she bit, scratched, or pushed, he took it. Angie could feel him shaking as he waited for her body to adjust. Eventually, she moved her hips, and the pain was bearable. Raising her legs, she wrapped them around him and released his shoulder. Leaning back, Angie looked up at him. His eyes were squeezed shut; sweat poured from him. With a gentle hand, she touched his face, causing his eyes to shoot open. Leaning down, he captured her mouth and began rocking his hips. Slowly at first, but then the speed increased, giving her bursts of pleasure. Concentrating on them, she caught on to his rhythm and began meeting his trusts. Another orgasm was coming between the fullness within her and the angle at which his body hit her clit. It ripped through her. As if that was what he’d been waiting for, he fell upon her like a demon. Gripping her ass, he slammed into her until his shouts joined her whimpers. The last thing she remembered was him rolling over and pulling her into his arms before exhausted oblivion took her.

  Chapter 8

  She was sore, she was exhausted, and she was done with Lucca. He had woken her that night and taken her again. In the morning when she woke up there was breakfast waiting for her and a bath. After she finished eating Lucca carried her to the bath, getting in with her. He pampered her. No one had ever taken care of her after her family had died, and she soaked it in like a flower long denied the sun. All day this went on, as he kept her in his bed. They talked and watched TV in between the bouts of sex.

  It was later that night, after he went to see his father that it all went to shit. Coming back to her, Lucca seemed distracted. After a while he began to talk as he played with her body, priming it up to a fever pitch. Like that he kept her for almost an hour, edgy, needy, and desperate. That was when he started to question Angie about Maria. It took a while for her drugged mind to catch on to what was going on. The fucker had played her, trying to use sex to get what he really wanted. Telling him she didn’t know anything and to talk to his sister, Angie got up and left. Not just his bed but the house. Getting in her car, she waved to the guard to open the gate. She had been let out before, so she knew he thought someone would be right along to follow her, and she didn’t tell him any different.

  Now, sitting in the club dress to kill, Angie watched the fuckers she’d been looking for. The fuckers were college kids who went to their school. Rich brats who thought their daddies’ money could get them out of anything. It was time to prove them wrong.

  Angie had already made arrangements for all the camera systems in the area to go down. The dark corner she sat in would make it impossible for anyone to ID her. She didn’t come through the front, and she wasn’t leaving that way either.

  As the leader of the little group approached the bar, Angie flashed her leg. Even without knowing what the rest of her looked like, just seeing that was enough for him to come check. Bingo. His eyes went round once he got close enough to see her. She crooked her finger at him, and like a fish on a hook he came. Pulling him by the shirt until her lip touched his ear, she whispered that she wanted a ride from him and his friends, but he wasn’t to tell anyone or else she’d be gone. She gave him the location to meet her as she slipped off the stool and slipped deeper into the shadows out the exit.

  Thirty minutes later, they were there, all eight piling out of one SUV. Sliding off the hood of her car, Angie went to the leader, grabbing his hands and leading him to the chairs she had set up. After she had them all seated, she passed out drinks, telling them that she wanted to dance for them first; after all, they had all night. She started moving, and they were mesmerized, so much so that they didn’t notice when their friends started slouching or falling off chairs. Stopping when the leader was the only one left, the one who had lured Maria. Angie walked up to him, slamming her fist into his face, unwilling to wait for the drugs to take effect.

  Twenty minutes later, eight pairs of terror-filled eyes watched her as she spread out her tools. Strapped to the chairs and gagged, all they could do was watch, much like Maria powerless. Maria had described to her what each one of them had done to her, or at least as much as she could remember. Leaving her toys, Angie walked to the chair in the center of the half circle and sat, smoothing out her dress before smiling around at the group.

  “Hello, gentlemen, and I use that term very loosely. Although we haven’t been introduced Ive seen you around, I’m Angie. We attend the same college.” Watching them nod their heads yes. “So I’m sure you remember my friend, Maria.” Smiling pleasantly at their looks, she took the knife in her hand and set it on her lap. “Ah, I see you remember; that’s good. Now I’ve done my due diligence, checking out each of you to learn that you are wastes of life. Each one of you has escaped rape charges thanks to your daddies’ money, and a few of you even managed to beat manslaughter charges. Unfortunately, your luck has run out. You see, Maria made me promise not to tell her family what you did, which is very unfortunate for you because a death at their hands would have been extremely less painful.” Looking at the flaming pit in the ground, she let that sink in for a moment. “Before we’re finished, I’ll need to know who hired you. The one who gives me that information will be set free.”

  All at once the eight of them began to scream against their gags. Going to the one closest, Angie slid the cloth down. “Do you know who my father is, you fucking bitch?” he started to say before she backhanded him and put his gag back in place.

  Going to the leader’s best friend, an oil tycoon’s son, she slid his gag back. “We didn’t know his name. We owed a lot of money, bets we couldn’t cover. It was almost a hundred grand. They told us if we did this for them, it would go away,” he cried.

  She slid the knife across his face, not breaking the skin. “A smart college boy like you wouldn’t get yourself into something like that without leverage,” She said. Going behind him, she brought her lips to his ear and whispered, “Where is it?”

  “In my pocket. We took a picture of the guy with the phone,” he stuttered, begging her not to kill him. Reaching in, she took the phone and he shouted his password. He reminded her that she’d promised not to kill the one who talked. Scrolling the phone, finding the picture was easy; it was the only one without a naked, unconscious girl.

  Leaning her head against his, Angie let the darkness out. “I promised you’d be free, darling, and death without torture is freedom,” She said huskily before slitting his throat.

  Ignoring the muffled screams of his friends, she looked on with disinterest until she knew he was dead. Cutting h
is binding, she dragged him over and rolled him into the pit. Standing there, she watched the flames as they consumed him before turning back to the others. Walking over to her phone, she turned on my music. “Now that that’s out of the way, let’s begin.”

  Her phone was ringing again. Putting the final pat on the ground, she smiled at the trees she’d just buried. It was dark again; it had taken quite a while to make sure each of them paid appropriately. She had had their car picked up and disposed of, along with destroying anything that could lead anyone to find them. They’d be reported missing, but even if someone stumbled upon this place, it wouldn’t matter; their bones were dust. Cleaning up everything she had left to dispose of, she picked up her phone, “Hello?”

  “Angie!” Christ, it was Maria and she was hysterical. “Please come, please come,” she kept chanting.

  “Give me a few hours. I need to go get cleaned up,” She started.

  But Maria’s hysterical screaming of “Now!” had her relent, too tired to care. Hanging up the phone, Angie picked up the camera and tripod, putting them in the car. Sitting down on the plastic on the seat, she headed to Maria’s.

  Pulling up to the guardhouse, the guard came out to check when he didn’t recognize the car. Taking a look at her, the guy paled and stepped back, hurrying to open the gate. Driving up, she put the car in park and leaned over to grab the camera, throwing it into her purse before taking it and getting out. Sal opened the door before she got there. Angie thought he was going to drop when he saw her. Walking past him and the others in the hallway, she made her way toward the screaming. Stepping in, she saw Maria. The whole family was there. Their backs were to her as they tried to calm Maria, but it only made her scream louder. Like an animal, she bared her teeth, ready to rage at them until she saw Angie. Absolute silence reigned as she stared at Angie. Still dressed in her club clothes, she was covered in blood and flesh, but even with all that, her eyes would still be the scariest thing about her. Turning to see what held Maria so rapt, looks of horror descended on her family’s faces as they took Angie in. When Lucca stepped toward her, she stopped him with a single word—“Don’t”—then, walking past them, she went to the wall across from Maria and sat down..

 

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