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Savannah
Music booms thunderously in my ears. Everything at this dumb party is too loud and everyone at this party is an asshole. Especially the Royals.
Specifically Gideon.
Oh and let’s not forget his self-entitled new sister. The mere thought of Ella makes my blood streak like fire up my arms.
Daniel Delacorte isn’t a Royal, so why the heck would Ella think I’m lying to her? Daniel doesn’t even affect the Royals.
What does anything that happened between Gideon and I have to do with Daniel? Daniel, the disgusting pig who raped my cousin.
And to think I tried to warn her… Clenching my teeth at my stupidity, I throw back the last of my drink and the vodka burns as it slides down my throat.
“Daniel just went outside with that the Royal's new sister! Is he not scared of catching an STD from that slut?”
My mind instantly becomes alert and I force my way through the red haze of my indignation because Daniel had targeted my cousin at a party like this. I'd actually been happy for her because Daniel had seemed like nothing more than a nice guy.
It turned out that the Royals aren't the only actors at Astor Park.
I sigh. As much as Ella has pissed me off, she doesn’t deserve to be assaulted.
Rapidly, I whip around and scope out the girl who spoke just now. I hear her high pitched voice again and march forward.
At the sight of me approaching with such audacity, her face and stance kind of freezes into some awkward ‘time has stopped thing’.
“Where’s Ella?” I demand.
“With Delacorte, that’s all I know.” Her hands have now come up beside her head as some physical sign of surrender, and I briefly wonder just how furious I must look to warrant such a dramatic reaction.
Shaking my head, I storm off to find Gid’s stupid brother Reed. He’s bound to be around here somewhere.
I’d love to confront Daniel myself but the fucker is the size of a full grown man with the muscle of a seasoned athlete. I’d only be giving him another victim to mess around with.
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Gideon
I groan irately as Reed once again starts wondering where the hell Ella went.
“You’re the one who gave her the all clear to date the guy, she’s probably off screwing him somewhere!” I snap and Reed stands up straight, as if the idea of Ella screwing Daniel has only just occurred to him.
Jackknifing back towards the bar, he grapples for more booze.
I groan again. This is gonna be a long night.
Great.
Fucking. Perfect.
Glancing around the room, I notice East is eating the face of some random chick (normal) , the twins sharing a girlfriend but somehow everyone is just completely fucking oblivious (normal), Savannah standing broodily in the corner like an enraged Victoria’s Secret Angel (nor-
Wait, where the hell is Sav?
I blink rapidly and look around in an attempt to quickly discern where the hell else she’s decided to grace her presence with.
Some creep better not be trying to get in her pants.
Clenching my jaw, I start to march forward with all intents to find Sav, when the girl herself stalks through an open kitchen entrance.
I go to greet her with her well suited nickname “Savage Savannah” but she blatantly ignores me and makes a direct beeline for my brother Reed.
Confusion furrows my brow. What does she want from him? My lip curls back. He better not have said stupid shit.
“Oh, put the goddamn drink down!” Savannah demands Reed as I come up behind her. “Ella’s in trouble. My cousin got raped by Daniel and I have no doubts that he’s gonna -”
She doesn’t even get to finish her sentence before Reed is tearing past her in some sort of terrifying rage.
Jerkily, he yanks the twins away from Lauren and I tow East after Reed’s disappearing figure.
East breaks out of my grip roughly. “The fuck is going on?” He snarls viciously.
I grimace, “Ella might be getting raped by Delacorte.”
East’s eyes bulge. “Reed’s gonna hit the fucking roof-”
“I know. Let’s go before he does something that’s gonna involve Dad needing to call in a hundred favours to keep him out of prison.”
Easton nods aptly, somehow managing to sober up in a matter of minutes. Quickly, we turn around and we’re just in time because Reed has managed to figure out Ella's location, and is now charging scarily towards the poolhouse.
Oh, what the fuck is with this night?
I didn’t even want to come to this fucking party, I literally just had to deal with Dinah, that whore, and now this fucking bullshit.
I’m not doubting Sav for a second but this is Ella, the sex worker, we’re talking about.
It’s either going to be a real rape case or we are so going to be walking in on the her and Delacorte doing some kinky, disturbing shit in that poolhouse.
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Gideon
I’m following Reed towards the front door. Ella is drugged and lying almost limp in his arms. Sympathy slides off me and I try to shove it down.
Suddenly, I spot my girl, or at least, the girl that was mine. The girl that still would be mine if it weren’t for Dinah and her fucking crap.
“Hey Savage,” I greet and she narrows her eyes in distaste, but before she can curse me out, I talk first.
“If Delacourt suspects you might have tipped us off, you call me. 3pm or 3am, I don’t care.”
Sav sneers at me. “Call you? I’d rather -”
I don’t get to hear the rest of it because I’m already hastily rushing after my brothers.