Chapter 1: prologue, five years ago
East Bridgewater, MassachusettsHarley (age 17)With all the plans going on tonight, everything is in complete chaos. Graduation day seems to do that, though. I slide my arms into my gown and zip the front, topping off the ensemble with the uncomfortable blue cap that matches it.I take a look in the mirror hanging on the back of my door and paste a smile on my face, trying to rid the negative thoughts from my mind."You can do this, Harley. Everything will be just fine, I promise you."Tonight, me and Alec are supposed to have sex for the first time, and I'm fucking terrified. I know it's not going to be all fucking rainbows and sunshine, or roses on the bed and shit, but it will feel fucking amazing. I run a brush through my long, dark hair and run my fingers through the curls that cascade down my back and hang perfectly over my shoulders.I apply a coat of mascara and a thin line of eyeliner to my lower lid and blink a few times.Finishing off my look, I grab my lip-plumping gloss that makes them shine like goddamn diamonds, and rub them together, parting with a loud smack.Ugh, I guess I'm ready for this shit.My next move after graduation is college, where I want to continue my dance classes.Alec is joining the Marines, and he's leaving right after graduation, which I still haven't fully grasped yet.He's been my boyfriend ever since we were thirteen, and for the last four years, he's been my everything.And now he's fucking leaving. Life isn't going as planned, but hopefully, something will turn around.Of course, not only do my twin brother Hudson and I sit next to each other, but Alec and I sit next to each other during graduation. Our last names are eerily similar. Savage and Savagged. What the fuck is that shit? Well, honestly, that's how we met. Our last names got us mixed up and sent to the wrong classes, and we bumped into each other in the office at school. The rest is history, and hopefully my future too…He reaches over and holds my hand, tightly interlacing our fingers. He makes a fist with our hands and rests them on my lap, brazenly grazing the tender, skin on my inner thigh with the smooth pad of his thumb. The sensation gives me a chill that, of course, makes moisture pool between my thighs. He looks at me and smiles; his deep brown eyes shimmer under the sunlight, shining so brightly that I can see my fucking future inside of them."I love you, baby. I'm so proud of you and of us. I can't wait to see what our future holds, Harley." He brings our hands to his lips and kisses mine, giving me a flirty wink that makes my core gush right into the new panties I bought for tonight. Fuck me sideways.Brixton, five years ago (age 30)East Bridgewater, MassachusettsMy eyes stay fixed on the thick, ugly, black band wrapped around my ankle, and the red light flashing relentlessly. My hands become clammy, so I rub them on my jeans, trying to breathe through the panic attack from my PTSD. I can't do flashing lights. Especially red ones. Something pulls me out of the fucking trance the little GPS light put me in and forces my gaze to the middle of the group of students seated in the center of the field. It's graduation day. I come for one reason and one reason only. No, I don't have a fucking child that goes here, and no, no family member either. Nah, fucking Harley is graduating today, and I couldn't miss her walking across the stage and getting her diploma. "Christ, her lips are fuckin shining from over her. They're plump and thick, but perfect looking on her beautiful face. Fuck, what I wouldn't give to feel them wrapped around my cock. And damn, her throat looks tiny and so fucking tight, my cock would feel like a fuckin pig in a blanket." I shake my head before I get deeper into the realm of Harley inside my fucked up mind. Her laugh sends little sparks to my cock, making it twitch against my thigh. She always gives me a fuckin hard-on, I mean She's fucking beautiful and sexy, so why wouldn't she?The only fucking thing standing in the way of being with her is her boyfriend, who has been stuck to her fuckin ass since she was thirteen. Yes, I've been watching her since then. Shit, even longer than that, but we'll get into that another time. I need to think of a way to get him out of the picture, and then I'll be able to have her.Finally, when Harley's time comes to walk across the stage, I aim my phone and start the video, hovering my thumb over the camera button so I can take stills too. I want to savor this moment. It's a huge milestone. I never graduated high school; I spent that time in Juvie. I'm not fucking uneducated, though, so don't get it fucking twisted. I'm street smart, book smart, and I've got the fuckin looks; I'm a damn triple threat. The monitor strapped around my ankle keeps flashing, and I know that if I'm not back at my house in ten minutes, they're going to send the fuckin cops after me. I can't have that, especially at Harley's graduation. I burn the outline and shape of her body into my mind as I get up, extremely reluctant. I hate being on parole, but I've been on it most of my adult life, and I'm used to it. It's more normal to me than living on the fucking straight and narrow. Living on the edge is a good fucking time, but it comes with big-boy consequences, and I found that out the fucking hard way.I get back to my house and plug my ankle bracelet in as I slump into the leathery couch cushions, letting them fucking swallow me. My chest heaves, and I sigh miserably. I need to get off this house arrest bullshit. I'm lucky I got off on parole after my attempted murder conviction, otherwise, I'd still be behind bars. Who knows, maybe things will start to look up for me when I get this shit behind me. Maybe Harley and I have a chance for a future. And if not, I'll continue to watch her for as long as it fucking takes.Chapter 2: Our First Storm (nine years ago)Harley (13)I’m not too thrilled to spend the next four years stuck at East Bridgewater High School with absolutely no friends whatsoever. The ones I made through elementary and middle school either moved, went to private school, or we grew apart. Luckily, one of my best friends, Alec, came to this miserable prison with me, so I’m not technically alone. Our first assignment for the year is a book report on the Civil War, and Alec and I got paired up for the project. I’m ecstatic about it, and I’m pretty sure he can tell.“What are you doing after school, Har?” Alec asks all smooth and casual as we walk down the street toward our apartments.“Hudson and I are going to the bookstore to find a book on the Civil War. You know, for the book report we have to do.”I make the attitude in my voice known, hoping he’ll decide to cancel his plans and help me with the damn project. I know he has plans. That’s just the type of person Alec is. He’s popular
Chapter 3: The Day the Storm StruckHarley (age 21)As I exit the building for the last time, I push open the studio door and step out into the hot sun. Navigating through the campus at Brockton Community College, I notice the smiling faces of all the other graduates who are leaving their last class of the day. Tomorrow, we graduate from college and are now in control of planning the rest of our lives. Hudson is going off to New York to continue his football dream, glad to be getting out of this vile city. Me? I’m sticking around Massachusetts, but I’m taking a job at a dance academy up in Dorchester, much closer to beautiful, magical Boston.Since the sun is shining and there’s not a cloud in the sky, I decide to walk back to my apartment instead of hitching a ride. Alec is due home any day now. His return is all that I can fucking think about. He stayed true to his word and enlisted in the Marines right after graduation, leaving me a few short weeks later. We’ve talked here and there
Chapter 4: Shattered and Spiraling Three months laterBrixtonShe's fucking shattered. She lost her brother and her fiancé at the same time. On the same day. In the same fucking place. The same day Alec proposed to her. The same fucking day he got home from being overseas for a fucking year.The sound of the crisp fall leaves crunching under my feet is oddly satisfying, keeping me calm as I venture down the street looking for some business. I've been out in the fucking streets more lately, all because Harley is always out now, and I just need to keep an eye on her to make sure she's fucking safe. They're not nice out here in Brockton, even though Southie is much worse, and Harley doesn't know what she's getting herself into.She's spiraling and completely out of control. We've crossed paths a lot these last few months, and never under the best circumstances either. But we still haven't spoken a single fucking word to each other. But why would we? Shit, she doesn't need to know anythin
Chapter 5: Trapped in Different PrisonsHarleyAs I strut down the street tonight, a little unsteady on my feet, the high black heels I chose to wear start to irritate my heels. I'm actually shocked that I haven't busted my ass yet considering how much alcohol is currently rushing through me. The number of people who have stopped their cars by the side of the road and catcalled me has increased, but every time I check the John, I leave dissatisfied. I won't get in the car with just anyone because, believe it or not, I have standards. Another car pulls up to the curb as I approach one of the gentleman's clubs on the city's main drag. The man rolls down the window and pokes his head out while whistling at me. Eh, he’s not bad looking, so why the fuck not?I never thought I’d be walking the streets trying to fuck for some money. Fucking NEVER.I never thought I’d be shooting dope, sniffing coke, or smoking meth, either. Fucking NEVER.I never thought I’d give up on my dreams of dancing. N
Chapter 6: Trigger HappyBrixtonThe sound of the front door closing awakens me after having spent the first half of the night in a drug-induced stupor. In an effort to wake up and see my surroundings, I sit up and wipe the sleep from my eyes and the slimy drool from my lips. I notice right away that Trigger is no longer in the living room, and panic sets in. The blanket that once covered me tumbles to the ground in a heap as I leap off the couch. This motherfucker defied everything I said. I mutter to myself as I stumble over everything in my path to the door in the pitch-black room. When I get to the door and swing it open, the light from the hallway fucks with my eyes, even though it's dim and the lights are flickering. I march down the hard, steep stairs in bare feet while firmly holding onto the handrail as I try to look for this dick, fully aware that I'm only wearing my tight, revealing boxer briefs, which have a goddamn stiffy straining against the silk fabric. Unknown to me,
Chapter 7: Wicked DesiresHarley**I try to work on my tan as I lounge on the roof of our apartment building with the bright sun beating down on my shoulders. I raise my head toward the scorching sun and push my shades up my nose while listening to the hum of the city and the sounds below. The door to the roof opens, and Alec walks out, still dressed in his cammies. I immediately sit up, just as he grazes his hand up my bare leg at the end of the chair. "Hey, baby girl. Getting some sun?" He asks in a low, sweet voice, sweeping his desire-filled gaze across my body, taking in the sight of the tiny bikini covering my intimate areas."Yes, it's the perfect day for it. "How come you're home so early?"I can tell that something is wrong from the expression on his face. However, Alec remains silent. Instead, he frenzies over my lips, slipping his tongue inside and passionately curling it around mine. With each methodical brush of his tongue against mine, the worry in my heart fades, and th
Brixton"Come on, Brixton. Just one more time, please?" Raegan pleads with me to get back into bed and fuck her one more time, but I pull my clothes on anyway, ignoring her desperate whines. I can't stop thinking about my little bird and fucking Trigger, ruining every, fucking part of her. If she only knew who he was, she wouldn't let him into her apartment, let alone her fucking pussy."Now you're just ignoring me, is that it?"She huffs once more, but this time she sits up. My gaze flits from her enormous tits hanging from her chest to her pink, pointy nipples, which are hard and swollen from my sucking."Fine." I rip my clothes back off and snatch her off the fucking bed."You want me to fuck you again? You want me to beat that pussy up even more than I already fucking did?" I grab her throat and squeeze it until her face turns red, becoming aroused by the feeling of her veins pulsing underneath my fingers."Ye...yes..." She speaks in a hoarse whisper, her eyes bulging out the tig
Chapter 9: Harley's Sick LoveOctoberHarleyMy vision is blurred by the strobe lights as I seductively climb the shiny pole with both hands while eye-fucking the audience. When I reach the top, I wrap my legs around it and let myself fall. As I sway back and forth to the beat of the music blasting from the speakers, my hair sweeps across the stage. I twirl my body around the pole while still hanging upside down as Ride by Ciara hums in my ears and my hips methodically follow the beat. I see Stacks watching my routine from the back corner of the club, his eyes glistening with admiration and approval. Bills flutter throughout the air, cascading over the stage from the hungry men applauding my moves. I lose myself in the music and allow it to carry me to a soothing place free from suffering or loss. When my set ends and I walk off stage, flirtatiously waving to the cheering crowd, I run into Stacks on my way to the dressing room."Great fucking job, Savage. The fucking crowd loves you."