Three

Becca Shrieked in the hands of Antonio as he took her to the back of the thick green grasses. Becca was relieved that her mother wouldn't see her lose her first time to a stranger.

With a smirk, Antonio turned to her, a red mark came from the middle of his forehead and stopped on top of his nose and this made him look creepy.

Becca had always been scared of men like him, the scars on their faces meant danger, wickedness, and terror. Why else would someone have such a mark on their face and still survive? And when they did survive, they turned into a soulless and heartless set of people.

“Lie down, my dear,” Antonio smirked and then moved his hand to touch her hair but Becca moved backward, annoying Antonio and bringing out the monsters in him. He grabbed her suddenly with her red bright hair and slammed her to the floor.

Becca’s back hit the floor hard, the dust on the floor fumed up as a result of the pressure and intensity with which her back slammed against the floor. Becca let out a shallow cry, before moving backward on her back, the thorns on the floor biting into her skin as she moved but it was nothing compared to the pain coming from the burly man in front of her. The man reminded her of her father, he had slightly grey hair which she thought was fashion whereas, whereas her father's own was real.

Antonio suddenly grabbed her leg, pulling her forward and yanking her gown showing her black tights. Becca tried to fight against him but she was no match for him as he held her hand and pulled it beneath his knee hence he was pressing her wrist to the floor with the bones in his knee. This allowed a heart-wrenching cry to escape from Becca’s mouth and she flipped her head backward trying to escape the hard bones of his knee, however, this only caused more pain.

Antonio snickered menacingly, pulling his belt and using his other hand to separate her legs and then touching her thighs. Becca felt so irritated, that she thrashed against him again, screaming as he removed his already erected dick from his jean trousers, which was longer than she expected.

“Do you want your mother dead?” Antonio asked, his black almond eyes mirroring her hazel-almost yellow ones.

“Please,” Becca begged, and then stopped moving and gave into him. She closed her eyes waiting for it, her heart pounded faster and faster against her chest as she expected it.

“I’m doing this for you, mom.” She whispered to herself more than she was to her mother.

“Mothers are supposed to protect their children not the other way around!” Veronica cried out through the mind link and then Becca blocked it, not wanting to hear the voice of her mother.

Veronica had sacrificed everything for her in the past and Becca was ready to do the same for her. She would never be able to handle her death, she was her only family and the only person that truly loved her.

Becca felt Antonio’s erected dick press against her thigh before he moved his hand to remove her tight.

“Mate, where ever you maybe, I'm sorry for this.” Becca pleaded in her heart, sobbing as his calloused palm stroked her skin.

However, the groaning of her mother came to her ears just in time and this made Becca turn her head in the direction her voice came from.

“Antonio, play with that one while we play with this one. She is amusing!” One of the men had shouted, laughing hysterically.

Becca furrowed her brows and listened keenly, the pained voice of her mom and the slapping of skin came to her ears and this pissed her off.

“She has nice round boobs!” The voice rang in the air again, she turned her head to see Antonio smirking with disgust. She was laying here for her mother just for those two Buffalo to play with her?!

Becca used her knee to push the man in front of her away, and Antonio tumbled backward hitting his head against the tree behind him. No one would ever assume that Becca was that powerful.

Becca ran from the back of the grasses and came to face her mother being molested by two men. The first man was slapping her boobs, rubbing her nipples, and pinching them hence it was red and swollen while her mother cried.

The other one had pulled her trousers and he was slapping her butt, the skin In that area was red and swollen now.

Their action only annoyed Becca ridiculously, she was devious when angry, and her strength multiplied whenever she was boiling with rage. It was one of the reasons she was hated by most people, especially the men cause she usually whoop their asses in this state.

Running toward the man, Becca raised her leg and when she got to him, she gave him a kick on the back and this made him stumble forward and hit Jenro who was in front of him thus they both stumbled backward and laid on top of each other.

Becca moved past her mother and jumped in front of the two men who were just recovering from the shock. How could a woman be so skilled?! They both thought at the same time.

Before their thought could be answered, Becca gave them a double kick each swiftly that the duo didn't know when she raised her feet until it landed on their faces. This made them collapse to the ground; groaning and sputtering blood to the floor. Becca moved swiftly to the lean one with dark hair, she pulled him by his blue shirt and started to punch his face severally; blood started sputtering from his mouth and his neck moved backward like it was broken.

“You... Mother... Fucking... Wolves...” she said the words repeatedly, landing hard blows on his face until Veronica managed to stand up and moved her daughter away from the man.

The other stood up quickly after seeing that Becca was distracted, he ran away with his blood trailing behind him.

“Don’t murder him, Becca, please!” Veronica shouted but Becca wasn't done, her anger hadn't subsided and It wouldn't until she saw that the man was dead.

She went back to the already bleeding wolf sprawled on the floor in his blood. She took him by the shirt and continued to punch him, her hand bruised but she didn't stop. It was like a pang of hunger to see breathless and dead.

Again, Veronica tried to pull her daughter off but Becca stood her ground, punching him even though his nose was already broken and all of his teeth had fallen out and his jaw was bent and his eyes had almost popped out. His breath was just one inch away, like a tiny rope needing one more pull to cut off.

Veronica knew what would happen if Becca killed the man. Oh, she knew. She knew so well. Hence, she said what she dreaded to say, although she knew a day would come when her secret would spill out.

“Becca, if you kill him, you will wake the curse!” Veronica shouted, tears streaming from her eyes.

Becca's hand froze in the air, she looked at the already depleted man and then let him go. He slumped to the floor at the same time Becca turned to her mom.

“A curse?” She raised her brows.

Veronica was about to give a response when a bullet laced in wolfsbane suddenly hit her belly. With a shocked and pained face, Veronica slumped to the floor in front of her mother.

Before Becca could recover from the shock, another bullet was flying in the air and it hit her belly as well. She groaned reclined to the floor near her mother.

“Fucking bitch!”