Against All Odds - Angel's Story: Against All Odds (Destiny Series Book 4)

by Perry, J L

  I move my hand down between me and what’s-her-name, adjusting my cock in my pants. I need to forget about Angel. Pretend she’s not even here, but my eyes have a mind of their own as they scan the room searching for her. When I find her she’s staring straight at me. Fuck me, if that sad look on her face doesn’t kill me.

  My eyes move to fuck-face Benson again. The cock is laughing and joking with his dickhead mates, not paying Angel an ounce of attention. I want to punch that prick. I pull away from what’s-her-name and leave the dance floor.

  I’m not sure if me dancing with a girl is making Angel sad or if it’s because that fucker she’s with is ignoring her. Either way I can’t stand to see her so defeated.

  Sitting, what’s-her-name plonks her arse on my lap. Fuck, I need to find out her name. I push her off me. Angel’s here with him, so I shouldn’t mind if she sees me with someone else, but fuck me I do.

  What’s-her-name doesn’t seem to mind that I pushed her off. Sitting beside me, she drapes one of her legs over mine and starts sucking on my neck. Like the others, she’s only after one thing—my cock.

  My eyes seek out Angel again. She’s just standing there looking lost as her eyes scan the room. Benson still isn’t paying her any attention. What she sees in that fucker is beyond me.

  Her eyes find mine again, and I give her a small smile. She returns the smile before her eyes land on the girl that is currently feasting on my neck. Her face drops and she quickly turns away, moving in closer to Benson.

  He turns to face her. Instead of giving her the attention she deserves though, he passes her his empty beer bottle and tilts his head towards the kitchen. That fucking cocksucker, who in the hell does he think he is?

  When her shoulders slump and she forces out a smile, my blood starts to boil. My eyes follow her as she walks across the room to fetch him another beer. I wish she wasn’t so damn sweet so she could tell him to fuck the hell off.

  She returns a few minutes later carrying his beer. He takes it from her before turning back to talk to his mates. I’m using every ounce of willpower I have right now to keep myself seated. What I really want to do is go over there and grab that fucker around the throat. She may be too good for me, but she can do far better than that prick.

  ••••

  Angel

  I really need to get out of here. Not only is Riley turning out to be the biggest jerk ever, I have to watch that girl throw herself at Chase. Seeing them dance together was bad enough. I will admit though, he’s a fantastic dancer. Who knew? He definitely doesn’t seem like the dancing type. He’s got great rhythm for a guy. Maybe that’s why he’s so fantastic in bed.

  I turn away from Chase so I don’t have to watch his bimbo dry hump his leg on the couch. Seriously, doesn’t she realise everyone can see her?

  Riley still has his back to me, which is pissing me off. I’m not sure why he even demanded I come with him. It’s obvious he wants to be with his mates. One of his friends seems nice enough, and occasionally turns around to try to include me in the conversation. I can tell by the way he keeps looking at me he feels sorry for me. Hell, I feel sorry for me.

  Finally, Riley turns to face me again. Oh, you remember I’m still here. Arsehole. When he passes me his empty beer bottle again, I can tell you, my tolerance level has hit its peak.

  “Get me another beer will ya.” He doesn’t even say ‘please’. Rude fucking jerk. I look over at his mate, the only one out of his friends who seems half decent. He gives me a sympathetic smile and shakes his head in disgust. He doesn’t speak up though. I get the feeling Riley treats all the people in his life like this. Why they put up with it is beyond me. I don’t want to cause a scene in front of his mates, so I’ll get him his beer, but it’s the last damn time.

  As I start to storm across the room, I hear Chase. “Hey, Benson,” he screams over the music, “get your own fucking beer. She’s not your personal fucking waitress.” I’m shocked. I stop in my tracks and my head snaps in his direction. I feel my lips curl into a smile. I can’t believe he’s defending me.

  That smile doesn’t last long when I see the way he’s looking at Riley though. If looks could kill, that dipshit I came here with would be dead. Crap, are these two going to go at it again?

  “Mind your own fucking business, Daniels,” Riley responds. My head turns in the direction of Riley. He’s looking at me. When he flicks his head, as if to say, “Go on, get my beer”, something inside me snaps. I feel my eyes widen and both my eyebrows rise in both disbelief and defiance. I don’t fucking think so, buddy.

  I turn on my heels and march back across the room. When I’m standing in front of Riley, I shove the bottle at him. “Get your own fucking beer,” I snap as I turn and make my way towards the door.

  I feel tears of both frustration and humiliation rise to my eyes as I run across the front lawn. When I’m a few houses down the street from the party, I stop running, searching my pocket for my phone. I need to call a cab.

  I hear footsteps running behind me. I don’t bother turning around. When someone grabs my arm roughly and pulls me back, my heart sinks.

  “What the fuck was that?” Riley says through gritted teeth as he spins me around to face him.

  “What?” I snap. “Are you for real?” Don’t ask me why, but I start to laugh. I think it’s a combination of both nerves and disbelief.

  “Oh, you think humiliating me in front of my mates is funny?” he says getting up in my face as his grip on my arm tightens.

  “Let me go. You’re hurting me,” I cry out.

  “I don’t fucking think so. What the fuck is going on between you and Daniels anyway? I’ve seen the way you both look at each other. Are you fucking him behind my back?” he screams in my face.

  “Please, Riley. There’s nothing going on between us. I just want to go home.” He’s starting to scare me.

  “You’re not going fucking anywhere without me,” he says as he starts dragging me across the street towards his car. My heart starts to beat out of my chest. I thrash my arm, trying to release it from his grip. Sadly, to no avail.

  There’s no way I am getting in that car with him. One, he’s been drinking. Two, after everything that’s happened tonight and the way he’s treating me now, I want to get as far away from him as possible. He’s definitely not the person I thought he was.

  He loosens his grip on my arm as he fishes his keys out of his pocket. I use this to my advantage. I raise my leg and kick him as hard as I can in the shin. When he lets go I turn and run back towards the party.

  “You fucking bitch,” I hear him say as he gives chase. Fuck. I don’t dare stop. I need to get away from him. He’s getting closer. I can hear his footsteps approaching. Damn these stupid boots. I turn my head to look at him as I keep running. I don’t see the curb as I approach and I trip over it. My hands instinctively go out to break my fall as I tumble to the ground. A searing pain shoots from my wrist and up my arm. Shit.

  Before I have a chance to get up, Riley is standing over me. I look up at him. The evil look on his face makes my heart drop into the pit of my stomach. He doesn’t say a word. Instead, he reaches down and grabs hold of my arm, pulling me roughly to my feet. I whimper at the pain it causes. It feels like my shoulder is being ripped out of its socket.

  He starts dragging me towards the front yard of the house, next door to where the party is being held. “Let me go,” I say as I struggle to get out of his grip again.

  “I’ll fucking teach you to make a fool of me,” is all he says as he shoves me to the ground beside some bushes. I land with a thud. Never in my life has anyone ever manhandled me like this.

  I try to roll and stand, but the grass is wet and slippery. Riley grabs hold of my ankle and pulls me back down as he flips me onto my back. The ground is wet and cold against my back, but that’s the least of my worries right now. This time he falls to his knees and moves on top of me, pinning me down.

  “Let me up,” I cry as I struggle to get
out from underneath him.

  “I don’t think so, bitch. I’m going to take what’s rightfully mine.” Shit. What does he mean by that? He crashes his lips roughly into mine. I can smell and taste the beer on his breath. It makes me sick. He makes me sick.

  My hands go to his chest. Even though my wrist is still aching from my fall, I try with all my might to push his crushing weight off me. Jesus, why is he doing this to me?

  He grabs hold of my hands yanking them above my head and pinning them to the ground. I try to scream but his mouth is still on me, so my cry is muffled. I start to thrash my body around, trying to get him off me. It doesn’t help. He’s too strong and heavy, probably twice my body weight.

  My heart is racing so fast. With his mouth covering mine, and his crushing body weight on my chest, I’m finding it hard to breathe. Panic sets in with the realisation that he’s going to rape me, and there’s not a thing I can do to stop it. I can feel the warm tears as they run down the side of my face into my hairline.

  He shifts his body and captures both my wrists in one hand, moving his other hand in between us. I can feel his erection pressing into my leg. Oh god no. When he lifts the middle part of his body off mine, I try to break free, again unsuccessfully. His other hand, chest and one of his legs still has me pinned down.

  I hear his zip go down and I whimper. I still can’t believe what a monster he’s turning out to be. With his free hand he shuffles his body around and pulls down his jeans and underwear. Oh god, this is really happening. Why didn’t I listen to my gut when I first arrived at the party?

  His hand then moves under my dress. I’m not sure if it’s the lack of oxygen or what he’s about to do, but I suddenly feel like I am going to pass out.

  Riley uses one of his knees to forcefully spread my legs apart, while his free hand moves up the inside of my thigh, going straight to my panties. He reefs them to the side. “You’re not even wet,” he says with disgust, as his fingers rub against me. “What are you, frigid or something?”

  If he thinks forcing himself on someone is a turn on, then he’s sicker than I thought. He plunges one of his fingers deep inside me. I cry out as pain shoots through me. I’m not turned on in the slightest, so what he’s doing hurts. His touch is so rough and forceful.

  It’s nothing like the gentle, loving caresses I got when Chase and I were together. Him walking out on me that day, now seems to pale in comparison to what’s about to happen.

  “Oh yes…you’re so tight. I can’t wait to have my cock inside you,” he groans. “I’ve been dying to fuck you since I picked you up tonight.” Bile burns my throat. His words make me sick to the stomach. He shifts his body again so he’s lying in between my legs. He moves his mouth away from mine and he looks down in between us, trying to line himself up with my opening. I take advantage of this and scream out.

  “Help…somebody please, help me.” Oh God, I pray that someone can hear me.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  Chase

  When Benson asked Angel to get him another beer, I couldn’t help myself. I know it’s none of my business, but I was fucking fuming at the way he’d been treating her all night. I was so proud of her when she turned around and told him where to go. About time she put that fuckwit in his place.

  The look on his face was priceless. When she stormed out I couldn’t help but laugh, but when he followed after her, everything in me wanted to go after them. I wanted to make sure she was okay. It’s not my place I know, so I decide to wait until he comes back inside with his tail between his legs, and then I’ll give that fucker a piece of my mind.

  A good five minutes pass and neither of them return, and it worries me. I’m unaware that my leg is bouncing up and down nervously, until what’s-her-name brings it to my attention.

  I stand in irritation from her comment. I start to pace. Why does sweet-cheeks get me so worked up? I hate how she makes me feel. Before she came along I didn’t really give a fuck about other people.

  They may have decided to go home, but I decide to go out front and check, just in case. After walking out to the front porch and looking around, I find no sign of them. I jog across the front lawn down towards the street. I have no idea why I’m so worried. Maybe it was the look he gave her as she stormed out of the party. Something just doesn’t sit well with me. She’s in trouble. I can feel it. Don’t ask me how I know, I just do.

  When I see his car parked down the street, alarm bells go off in my head. I cross the road and go in the direction of his car, just in case they’re inside. Halfway across the road, I hear her sweet voice call out, “Help…somebody, please help me.” It doesn’t sound sweet though. It sounds scared and panicked. Fuck.

  I swing around, trying to judge where the sound came from. Looking around frantically, I see no sign of her, of either of them. “Angel,” I call out as I walk back to the other side of the street. That’s when I hear him say something.

  “Shut the fuck up, bitch, and stop moving around or I’m gonna have to hurt you.” Adrenaline starts to pump through my body. What is he doing to her, and where the hell are they? Technically, she may not be mine, but I’ll be fucked if I’ll let anyone hurt her. No matter what she thinks of me I’ll always be here to protect her if she needs me.

  I’m not sure what’s going on between them, but that fucker will be getting another punch in the mouth when I find them, for speaking to her like that.

  It’s pitch black out here. I can hardly see a thing. I pull the keys to my bike out of my pocket. There’s a miniature torch on my key ring. I frantically shine it around. Useless piece of shit, I can’t see a damn thing.

  I start walking around the area where I think the voices came from, desperately searching and shining my torch as I go. I call out her name again, but I don’t get a response. Eventually I see something white in the distance, on the front lawn of the neighbour’s yard. It is partly obscured by a bush, but when I notice some movement I know it’s her. As I get closer, my heart drops and my blood pressure spikes when I see that he’s on top of her, holding her down.

  When the realisation of what he’s doing sets in, I react instantly. My heart is racing so fast as I run towards them, that I can hear it thumping in my ears. Before he even comprehends that I’m beside them, I’m already reaching down, tearing him off her. She starts to whimper as she rolls onto her stomach and starts to crawl away.

  Seeing and hearing her like that makes something inside me snap. All I know is I’m gonna kill that fucker. I lunge forward with my hand already raised. Before I know it, my fist is pummelling into his face over and over.

  ••••

  Angel

  As soon as I heard Chase call out my name, the sheer terror I’d been feeling almost vanished, and a kind of calm settled over me. I knew in my heart he’d save me. Things may not be good between us, but deep down I know he’s a good man. He’d never walk away from someone in need of help. He may not be the person I thought he was, but I know that much.

  Thankfully with the fight I’ve put up, Riley was unable to penetrate me. I know the events of tonight though, are going to stay with me for a long time to come. Just because he didn’t actually have sex with me, doesn’t mean I don’t feel violated.

  Riley’s hand covered my mouth and nose after I managed to call for help. I was struggling to breathe. My lungs were burning and I was feeling dizzy and lightheaded. I was lucky Chase got to me before I actually passed out.

  As soon as he pulled Riley off me, I gasped for air as I scrambled away. Even though I know I’m safe, the need to put some distance between us is overwhelming. I need to be as far away from him as possible.

  Small whimpers are coming from me as I crawl across the grass. I can’t seem to control them, as realisation of just how close I came to being sexually assaulted hits me hard. Time stands still around me. My whole body is trembling as the shock of what just happened settles over me. I still can’t believe it.

  After a few minutes of deep breathing, I
start to pull myself together, and that’s when I hear Chase. “I’m going to kill you, you sick perverted motherfucker.” Shit. That’s the last thing I want. I scramble to my feet and turn to face them.

  Chase is straddling Riley’s torso as he continues to hit him repeatedly in the face. Riley’s not moving. Shit. After what he just did to me I don’t care, but I don’t want Chase to get in trouble. He saved me from that monster.

  I reach for him. “Please Chase, stop,” I cry. He doesn’t stop though. He continues to hit him. He’s either not hearing me or he’s ignoring me. “Chase please, that’s enough,” I scream in a panic.

  After everything that’s happened I feel like I’m on the verge of losing it. I’m trying real hard to hold myself together.

  This time he stops and looks up at me. He’s breathless. I watch his chest rise and fall as he continues to breathe heavy. He looks down at Riley again. He’s still not moving. I think he’s knocked out. Well I hope that is all. I don’t want something like that on my or Chase’s conscience.

  I notice his shoulders slump before he looks up at me. He exhales a heavy breath and gets up off the ground. He looks down at Riley one more time. He’s still not moving, but I can see his chest move as he breathes, so I know he’s still alive. Thank god. His face looks pretty messed up though.

  I can’t bear to see his face. When my eyes move down his body and I see his pants still down around his thighs, I feel the bile rise to my throat again. I quickly turn away. I have enough horrible images in my mind of tonight. I don’t need that as well.

  Chase moves around so he’s standing in front of me. When I look up at him, he’s staring at me. He looks concerned. He runs his hands through his hair. “Are you okay?” he asks with concern. I think he’s in shock like I am.

  I think about what he just asked me. Am I okay? I can’t even answer that. I feel my face flush with embarrassment from everything he’s just seen. I’m humiliated. Tears rise to my eyes as I cover my face with my hands.