Chapter 6

Alexandra's POV

I stepped into the pool party uninvited, ignoring the stares that followed me. I knew why they were looking; thanks to Davis, my stepbrother, my personal writings, embarrassing, intimate things I’d never meant for others to see, had become everyone’s entertainment. My fists clenched as I pushed through the crowd, eyes fixed only on him. There he was, laughing, carefree, while I was barely holding myself together.

“What the hell are you doing…” he started, but before he could finish, my fist connected with his face.

“You worthless jerk,” I spat, oblivious to the stares and the whispers that were growing louder around us.

“Who’s she?” someone muttered.

“The girl with the lusty diary. Freak,” another voice chimed in, the insult piercing through me. I wanted to say something back, but the words stuck in my throat. Maybe confronting Davis here, in front of everyone, had been a mistake. But I was here now.

Davis smirked. “You hear that? Freak. If I were you, I’d leave right now.”

“Why? Don’t want everyone to know your stepsister is a freak?” I shot back, my voice loud enough for everyone around us to hear. The music had stopped, and all eyes were on us. Davis’s jaw clenched, fury flashing across his face. I could tell he hated being exposed like this, but I didn’t care.

“Is she telling the truth?” one of his friends asked, disbelief mingling with amusement.

“Shut up,” Davis growled, grabbing my wrist and dragging me out of the crowd. “You’re going to regret this,” he hissed, his voice icy.

“Get your filthy hands off me,” I snapped, yanking my arm back. His grip only tightened as he pulled me further away, ignoring the phone someone had raised to record us. He knocked it out of their hand, sending it splashing into the pool.

He finally stopped at a secluded spot, pinning me against a car with surprising force. His eyes glared down at me with a cold fury that made me shiver. “Now everyone knows what a nuisance you are. From now on, it’s going to be hell for you, Alexandra. Mark my words—both you and your gold-digging father are going to be out of my life soon enough.”

I slapped him, the sharp crack echoing through the silence. “Threaten me all you want. I’m not scared of you, Davis.”

“Oh, you will be,” he sneered.

We were interrupted by a group of guys striding over, led by one with bright red hair. His gaze lingered on me a little too long, making my skin crawl.

“Sorry to interrupt your family bonding,” he taunted, smirking at Davis. “You never told anyone you had such a gorgeous sister.”

“Beautiful? You’re clearly drunk, Ricky,” Davis snapped back. “And why would I tell you anything?”

Ricky laughed, his friends joining in mockingly. “Acting all high and mighty, just like you always do. Guess you’ve forgotten our little unfinished business, haven’t you rich brat.”

“Really? Go ahead, remind me,” Davis said coolly.

“You stole from me,” Ricky replied, his voice laced with a dark threat. “I let it slide, but maybe I’m done playing nice.”

Davis’s face paled, glancing at me. “What are you still doing here? Get lost!”

“What’s wrong, Davis? Don’t want your sister to know you’re a gambler?” Ricky sneered.

My stomach dropped. A gambler? Davis?

“Shut up, Ricky, it was a fucking fair game. Don't blame me for your losing ass." Davis growled, his voice dangerous.

But Ricky had had enough. In a swift move, he shoved Davis against the car, holding him there as he muttered something in his ear. I stood frozen, my heart pounding as I watched. Then Ricky’s friends revealed knives and small pistols. I’d never seen weapons with kids our age. I felt a chill down my spine, what had I walked into? Davis swiftly retaliated immediately, holding Ricky by the neck so tightly to the point of choking him.

Seeing the weapons, Davis released Ricky, who seized the opportunity to kick him hard multiple times in the groin. Davis doubled over, groaning in pain. The tension hung thick in the air, but I could barely move, processing the unraveling secrets and threats that had turned my world upside down.

Seeing that they were about to use the knife on Davis, I intervened. "Just stop, you really don't want to do this... I... I mean not here."

Ricky laughed. "Defending your big brother now, huh? I think you should leave, this is none of your business damsel."

"Please... I know he's a douchebag but it's not necessary to kill him."

"I don't care..." Ricky nonchalantly replied. He gave his boys a go ahead but immediately Davis said something I never thought I'd hear from his braggy mouth.

"Did I hear that right? You really want to know what I want" Ricky said, darting his gaze at me lustfully, as he instructed his boys to hold.

"You want her? you can have her for all I care." Davis said.

"What the fuck?" I was perplexed, regretting why I stayed defending him in the first place.

Ricky walked up to me, his eyes not leaving my upper chest, my cleverage were showing a bit in the tight dress I wore. Though I had a jacket on but it was opened rather than zipped. "Good then, it's a deal." Ricky replied Davis, his gaze still on me.

The mocking laughter from his boys irritated me so much and I couldn't stop staring at Davis who was dusting himself to leave me here with these drunken boys.

"I told you to leave, didn't I? You should listen sometimes." Davis said before leaving me alone. I rushed after him, wanting to stop him but Ricky and his boys were fast to block my way.

"It's just a night with me, pretty. I'm not so bad like you think I am." he smirked. "Very good in bed too" he whispered in my ears.

"You must be kidding if you think I'll follow you anywhere." I rebuked him, wanting to step out of their midst but Ricky held me back so strong.

"Let me go, you lunatic." I slapped him hard on the face, but it was returned back by him... much more harder that I slumped to the ground and instantly my vision went blurry. I saw him right upon of me, his red messy hair and horrible smirk slightly blurry.

Soon before I became unconscious, I heard the sounds of siren so close by. I was hopeful seeing the lunatics panicking, contemplating whether to leave me there or take me along with them but later on I heard nothing from them, instead I felt a strong hand carry me up from the ground so easily.

"Let me go." I muttered faintly. I was unable to see the figure carrying me.

"Be quiet." the voice was masculine, husky and cold. I felt his arms, strong and muscular at the very last minute before I finally fell unconscious.