Shattered Legacy : A Dark Bully Romance (Gravestone Elite Book 1) by Caitlyn Dare (great novels of all time .txt) 📗

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Bexley

The Electi have been markedly absent all day, and while I should probably be relieved that they're not down every hallway lording it over everyone, I'm not.

They're not here for a reason, and I know it's got to do with what's coming our way.

They want us on edge. They want us to have noticed.

"There's a weird vibe in the air. Can you feel it?"

"You already on something?" I ask Alex, trying to laugh off his comment. But the truth is, I do feel it.

My entire body is on alert as we make our way out of the building after our last class.

I pull my cell from my pocket to see if I've got anything from Mia. She's been trying to dig for information to give us a heads up for what we might be about to walk into, but she's found nothing yet.

It doesn't fill me with reassurance.

We're halfway across the quad, our building in sight, when I sense movement behind me.

The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end, and I twist my head to see who it is—praying it's Mia, but already knowing it's not—when everything goes dark.

"What the fuck?" I bark as something stings my upper arm.

I spin, ready to throw my fist toward whoever just shoved a bag over my head, but my head starts to spin.

Did they just fucking inject me with something?

My arms are pinned behind my back, and I'm marched forward. Everything around me gets hazier with every step I take. The voices from behind me stop making any sense, and my legs feel like jelly.

I'm vaguely aware of being thrown into a van. I feel the vibrations of the engine as my shoulder smarts from the force I'm thrown to the floor with before everything goes black.

When I come to, my entire body is shivering, and my fingers and toes feel numb.

Pressing my hand against the cold floor beneath me, I push myself up so I'm sitting.

Ripping the bag off my head, I throw it down, but when I look up, I find the room I'm in is pitch black. I can see no more than I could when I was bagged.

Motherfuckers.

"Hello?"

Silence.

Or there is for a few seconds, until I hear a groan beside me.

"Alex?"

"Y-yeah. Where the fuck are we, and why is it so cold?"

"No idea. And we're naked."

"W-wha—oh."

He shuffles about beside me, but even with my eyes adjusting to the light, I can't see anything other than a few shadows.

"So this is their game? Kidnap us and make us freeze to death?"

"Nah, that'd be too easy."

As if they're listening—which they probably are—a door creaks open. It sounds like one of those from a creepy horror film, and it sends a shiver of terror racing up my spine.

"Welcome to the party, boys." I have no idea who it is, because they're using something to disguise their voice.

"Here's your first gift. Open wide."

I have no idea how he can see me, but in seconds he’s standing before me, waiting for me to follow orders.

Clearly, they haven’t figured me out yet, because I don't do that.

"Open your fucking mouth."

I press my lips together, but, not deterred at all, whoever it is wraps his hand around my chin and physically pries my lips apart before shoving something on my tongue.

"Cunt," I spit as whatever it is instantly dissolves in my mouth.

I do not have a good feeling about this.

"What the fuck was that?" Alex asks, but the guy just laughs before the door creaks once more and he disappears.

"I've got a bad feeling about this," I admit.

"You're only just getting that now?"

I blow out a breath and rest my head back against the wall, curling my limbs into as tight a ball as I can in an attempt to warm up.

My entire body shudders violently, and it only gets worse the longer we're forced to sit in this cold and dark room, waiting for whatever is going to happen next.

I have no idea how much time passes. It could be ten minutes or ten hours.

I lost all sense of time the second they stabbed me with a fucking needle. All I know is that it's too fucking long.

"Holy fucking shit," Alex shouts.

"What?"

"Something's happening." A frantic scrambling sound hits my ears before he screams. "Get them away from me. Help me, help me." Pure fear fills his voice.

"What the fuck are you talking about? There's no one here." But the second I finish speaking, I realize what he's talking about… because whatever they slipped us starts to take its hold on me too.

"Nooo," I scream as the lights flick on and a broken and beaten Mia is revealed in the corner. "Nooo," I cry again, crawling over to her. "No, please no."

My frantic hands run all over her as the lights continue to flash on and off above and Alex continues to scream, fighting off whoever it is that's chasing him.

The lights flash once more, and I look over my shoulder, but I don't see Alex. Instead, I see Remi. She's sitting in the corner of the freezing cold room with her arms wrapped around her legs, rocking back and forth with tears streaming down her cheeks.

But then Ace Jagger appears, drags her from the floor, and wraps her in his arms.

"He's nothing, Remi. Scum of the earth. He deserves to die."

"No," I cry, as he pins her up against the wall and begins stripping her clothes off her. "No, I'm here. I'm watching. Treat her better than that, you cunt," I warn, but he continues.

I can't help but get turned on as he nails her against the wall, my cock jutting out from my body, ready for some action of my own.

But my girl is…

I spin to where Mia was in a pile on the floor, but she's gone.

In her place is my mother. Blood oozing from the deep slash across her throat and the word ‘traitor’ carved across her bare torso.

I back up until