Rebellion of a Kingdom by G.N. Wright
Chapter 28
MARCUS
Every single time I think the Donovan’s and their sick list of crimes can’t get any worse, they prove me wrong. Monsters like Elliot and Greg aren’t made, they are born. That pathological need to hurt people ingrained in them from the very beginning. I want to end them, stand over their dead bodies in victory and fucking cheer. I need the thrill of making them bleed, the one I got with Asher on Christmas Eve as I watched the life drain from those two bastards that helped Greg. I understand now more than ever why Elle came back, why she had to do all of this. It’s the only acceptable justice.
Zack Royton. Zack King. Zack Donovan. Not once since I met Zack had it ever crossed my mind that Elliot Donovan could be his father. A King and a Donovan. What a toxic fucking mixture. A child for a child, that’s what Beth said. So that means Elliot found out about Zack years ago and instead of looking for him like a normal fucking human being, his solution was to kidnap his little sister and use her to punish Sarah. We all thought that night triggered a chain of events that would change everything forever but turns out this was all in motion before we even existed. Zack Royton, Elle’s brother, heir to the fucking Donovan throne. What the fuck do we do with that?
I think it’s safe to say we have all undoubtedly decided that this isn’t over. We are moving forwards with Elle’s plans for revenge and hopefully this time we get no more surprises. We are completely off radar at the safe house, but school starts again in a week and then what?
We are all together in the living room including most of Max’s guys who have made it back after taking Christmas with their families. The only people missing are Cassie and Lily who went to bed a couple of hours ago.
“Are we going back?” Lincoln asks and everyone looks to Elle.
She huffs a long slow breath, like she is still thinking about her response, but we all know her answer. We knew it the moment she got Cassie back, the moment she saw Lincoln's blood, the moment she found out she wasn't the first King to be raped by a Donovan. The moment her fourteen-year-old innocence was stolen in the black of night. It isn’t over until she says it’s over.
“Yeah,” she sighs, “we’re going back. We aren’t letting them win. If Greg wants me, he can come and get me. I’ll be armed and waiting.”
“The twins will have to stay here. They can’t be that far away without protection.” Arthur says with a no-nonsense tone and I see Logan's nod in agreement. College isn’t even on his mind right now. He wants revenge just as much as Elle. She smashed into their lives and changed the course of it forever. Family is everything to them.
“That’s the best plan, this is the only safe place for any of us right now.” Zack agrees as he rubs his hand over his chest where he took the bullet. His wounds aren't even healed, and he is ready to go headfirst back into the trenches for his sister.
“Okay then.” Max starts, “we need to do a full security sweep of the school and get some extra measures put in place.” he says without pause looking at his guys, “I want every inch of that school under surveillance.”
“Principal Lock is an old friend, none of that will be an issue.” Elle replies absentmindedly, I can tell she is already knee deep back in mission mode, ready to take out her next target.
“So what? We’re just supposed to go back and act normal?” Jace asks bitterly, taking another swig of whiskey from the bottle that is permanently in his hand these days.
“As opposed to what?” I ask with warning in my tone, he might be my brother, but Elle is my girl, and we are all in this together. He just huffs in response, taking another drink.
“We put on a united front, watch each other's backs and act like we aren’t spending our nights violently murdering the scum of the town.” Elle responds to him with a glare, but I can tell she is worried about him. This is the side of Jace she hasn’t seen before.
She watches him a little longer before she brings her gaze to Asher who is silently listening in the corner, “what about you?”
He flicks his eyes to hers. “What about me?” He asks.
Elle glares at him now, “What are you going to do about school? I presume you won’t be returning to Hallows Prep, not unless you have a fucking death wish.” I refrain from rolling my eyes at her statement, because if anyone has a death wish, it’s that psycho. He’d walk into his home with no weapons and murder his father and brother with his bare hands if Elle would let him.
“I can easily hack into your files and transfer you to Hallows High with us.” Lincoln interrupts before Ash can give Elle an answer.
He looks at him now and smirks, “no thanks help, I try to avoid the masses where I can. I'll just stay home with Cassie and do some work.” He cocks his brow at him, like he is daring Lincoln to challenge him.
Of course, Linc takes the bait. “What sort of work?”
“The kind that's none of your business Blackwell.” He snaps at him, effectively ending their conversation.
Elle cuts in before their little sparring can continue, “that’s great Ash, she will love it.” He offers her a small smile and then silence descends again.
“Okay aside from setting you guys up to go back to school, what's the next priority?” Max asks zoning in on Elle.
“Rebecca O’Sullivan.” She replies simply.
“The MC President’s daughter.” Liam confirms with a nod as he starts to furiously type into his laptop.
“Yeah. We get her then we get the whole of the Hallowed Crows MC on our side. This war isn’t about numbers, but they sure will help” Elle adds.
“We’ve had eyes on Fitzgerald since we got here, but there has been no sign of any girl. We’ve all got her picture, so for now we keep watching. Get his routines down and see if we can track down where he is keeping her.”
“If he even still has her. If she is even still alive.” Jace mutters in contempt.
“I can’t find any evidence that he does or doesn’t, but there are several purchases from high end boutiques that only retail women’s clothes and lingerie and he doesn’t appear to have any other woman in his life.” Liam continues to tap away as he talks, but his words don’t offer comfort. What the fuck has he been doing to her if he still has her. Elle said that her dad hasn’t seen her in two years. I can’t even imagine what she’s endured.
“We don’t give up until we know for sure.” Zack says looking to Elle who nods in response, I imagine she is thinking the same as me. She suffered for one night, but that must seem like a walk in the park compared to two years with one of these sick fucks.
“Nothing more can be done tonight.” Helen says, speaking up, “Max and the boys have the house secured, Cassie is sleeping and you all should be too.” She scolds and I know she hates all this talk. I can’t blame her for that, everyone she loves is deeply involved and she almost lost her son because of it.
“Helen’s right,” Elle smiles, “it’s getting late, we can talk more in the morning and decide on next steps.” She stands up stretching and it prompts everyone else to follow.
Arthur and Helen come over and give her a hug before heading to bed, Max ruffles her hair and Zack kisses her forehead. Jace storms away without a word and Linc offers us a grim smile before he follows after him. Asher settles in on the sofa opening his own laptop making it clear he isn’t done for the night and once Logan is done staring at him, he makes his way over to Elle.
“Lils in with Cass?” He asks and she nods. “Mind if I join them,” he looks to me and back to her, “give you guys the night alone.”
“Sure Lo, that’d be great, thank you.” The tone in her voice doesn’t sound like she is happy about it, but I know she is trying her best to let Cassie go back to normal and be surrounded by her whole family and not just be smothered by her and Ash.
Once they say goodnight, she follows me to my room and flops down onto the bed with a sigh. She is still wearing the same clothes we went to see Beth in. Dark colored jeans and a thick cream sweater, she got rid of her shoes, but her feet are still covered in fluffy socks. Her hair naturally messy with her tousled waves. So, fucking beautiful, even with the worry lacing her face. I take in the grimace that’s still permanently etched there, and bypass her heading right for the en-suite. I start a bath and pour in some lavender smelling bubbles, letting it fill until it’s over half full. Once done I head back into the room and dip down, picking her up and throwing her over my shoulder.
“Marcus!” She squeals and that tone is the only time my name ever sounds good coming from her mouth. “Put me down.” She pleads.
I don’t oblige until we are standing in the steam filled bathroom. “Time to relax, baby.” I cup her cheeks and kiss her gently, but when I go to pull away, she circles her arms around my neck and presses her body against me. I let her devour my mouth before I pull back and take in her now lust filled stare. I slowly lift her sweater up and off, and then lower myself to drag her jeans down her legs, discarding them on the floor. I pull off her socks until she is standing before me in nothing, but a lace cream set of lingerie. I groan at the sight of it.
“Fucking hell, baby, I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but I’m glad you’re mine.” I run my hands up the back of her legs as I slowly rise, watching as goosebumps break out onto her skin as I trail kisses up her body. I stand, cupping her ass and pulling her against my hardness. I place more kisses across her jaw and down onto her neck, as she pushes into me. When I bring my mouth backs to hers, I kiss her again, devouring her taste. “Promise me you won’t ever leave me again, baby.”
She looks at me as she responds, “never again, River.” I know she had already said it to me, but I needed to hear it again. Every day with her is like a fucking miracle I don’t deserve, but I won’t waste. “This is far from over, but I won’t do it without you anymore.”
She pulls my shirt over my head and she presses kisses across my chest like she is trying to force her words to imprint on my skin. She fumbles with my zipper before she slips inside and grips my hard length in her hand giving it a small squeeze and I feel precum leak from my tip. She isn’t satisfied with that though and when she drops to her knees in front of me, I groan again as she looks up at me, pulling my jeans down with my boxers freeing my cock. She licks her lips and I slide my hand in her hair.
“You look so fucking good on your knees for me, baby.”
“Only for you.” She purrs back, those blue eyes meeting mine as she sucks me into her hot, wet, mouth, humming around my tip. It takes everything in me not to slam myself to the back of her throat. She continues to look up at me as her tongue darts out and lashes against my slit as she laps me up. I can’t bear it. I use my hold on her hair to drag her mouth deeper onto my cock and she hums appreciatively. Bobbing back and forth, taking me deeper each time, pushing her limits. Fuck, she’s pushing mine and when I hit the back of her throat I almost come on the spot.
She feels my grip in her hair tighten even more as I try not to spill down her throat and she fucking smirks around my cock. Hollowing her cheeks and forcing me even deeper down. Her eyes are watering as she practically fucking deep throats me and when she reaches out with her hand to play with my balls I can’t hold back. I pull her hair as I thrust into her, again and again, fucking her hot mouth with my hard thrusts until I can’t take any more.
“I need to be inside you now.”
I pull her back and drag her up at the same time, flipping her round and pushing her against the counter until her ass is in the air and she’s completely at my mercy. Our eyes lock in the mirror and hers are slightly red and still watering and her mouth is slick with saliva. I almost rip the underwear from her body as I rush to get her naked. Not offering any warning before I line myself with her and sink deep inside in one hard push. Slamming all the way in until I fill her completely.
“Fuck!” She screams as she takes me.
She is ridiculously wet and tight, and I grow even harder inside her as she clenches around me. The feel of her is fucking unreal. Like my wildest fantasies couldn’t even compare. She is fucking everything. Drawing back again and again. Fucking her with deep, hard thrusts, chasing both our releases.
She watches me in the mirror as I fuck her raw and the desire that coats her skin is fucking stunning. I grip her hips and pound into her. My fingers are gripping her so hard that I’m afraid I might hurt her, but I can’t stop. The look of pure desire in her eyes as she holds my gaze, let’s me know that she doesn’t want me to either. She grips the counter with both hands and pushes back against me, taking everything, I’ve got to give. Watching her take my cock is fucking hypnotic, I reach around finding her slick core and rub her clit in hard fast circles and she immediately starts to shake.
“Fuck, River, don’t stop, right there,” she cries, and I don’t let my fingers falter, giving her exactly what she needs.
I’m close, so fucking close, “come baby, I need to feel you on me before I come.” I grit out through my teeth.
She clenches around me as she comes with a loud moan and my pace becomes animalistic. I fuck her harder and faster until I am groaning my own release. Our sweat slicked bodies fall into the counter. I kiss her shoulders, neck, cheeks. Anywhere I can reach as she tries to catch her breath. I will never get enough of her.
She laughs, “okay now I am definitely ready for a bath.” I laugh with her, pulling out of her. I scoop her up and move until I can step into the bath with her in my arms, holding her against me as we sink down into the hot water.