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So I don't know if I made myself clear but I'll repeat it cause I got a few PM's about my future AHS stories pertaining to the lovely Angel.
I will keep Angelica Knight as the main oc in all of them, cause I love her, although her personality's will change, as will her love interest's.
whichever one reaches 20 first wins, as it stands.
Coven: 16
Asylum: 16
Freak-show: 12
The numbers are slightly different because I'm also counting not only poll but my inbox and reviews
Days of Blood and Fire...
"You need to stop this." Mr. Knight said to me. He was an octave away from yelling me.
I stared at him emotionlessly.
"Please Angel please I'm begging you." He pleaded. I inwardly sneered; he really wanted me to leave Tate so badly. I suppose I could tell him that we're actually on the rocks but where's the fun in that?
"Beg harder. This is who I am. This is who I've always been, although Tate helped unleash it."
He snarled at the mention of Tate. "I hate that boy, this is his fault."
"No this is yours…after all, this all started with you and Constance…"
"I once knew this dame by Layla living in the isle of dogs in the east end of London. Leery little minx she was, she was too smiley. Never trusted her, anyway, one day Layla she comes bawling up to me asking me to do her this right iffy favor."
"What was the favor?" Constance asked curiously before her eyes flickered over towards the two blondes playing together not too far away from where they sat. His daughter Angelica was an interesting child indeed; she was seemingly the only person that her dear Tate would talk to, well besides her other children…
But the way Tate seemed to interact with Angelica was different, although she couldn't pin point what it was exactly, but she knew it was something strange; they seemed to share a bonding of sorts.
"It doesn't matter what it was. The point being against my better judgement, I agreed to do it."
"But Constance I told her, I told her straight, I said you let me down Layla; I will tuck you up sunshine, like a kipper. She swears blind, she swears on her mother's grave she would never do such a thing but of course she did. Couldn't help herself, she let me down." He said with a sigh, shaking his head with clear disappointment.
His ocean blue eyes hardened and became shadowed. "So I tucked her up, like a kipper…"
"What is a kipper?" Constance couldn't help but ask as she desperately tried to keep the tremors from her voice.
"It's a type of smoked fish we eat in London usually for breakfast with toast." He said with a small smile at the fact of her skin paling. It seemed she was getting the jest of what happened to poor old Layla. "But what I learned from Layla is this. There are two types of people on this planet you see, them you can trust, and them you can't."
"I cannot disagree." Constance said after a moment seemly looking at the man in front of her with different eyes.
"Which kind are you?" Mr. Knight asked curiously as he too watched her with interest.
"Both kinds of people would give you the same answer wouldn't they?" She mused
"Exactly. Exactly right. There lies the problem. Constance you see I need to confide in you. But I need to know that you are trust worthy."
"I'm not too sure I want you to confide in me, I do not like the sound of these kippers, or being tucked for that matter."
Mr. Knight laughed. "Yes well unfortunately love, it's a bit too late for that as you see my beloved Angel has grown quite attached to your son. And I have never been one to take away things away from her or deny her, it'd kill me to see her unhappy…"
Constance found her eyes traveling over to the girl once more…
"If I find out that I cannot trust you, you my darling are a dead woman walking. There will be no heaven, no hell that you can hide from me if you or your son hurts my baby girl, am I coming in clear." Mr. Knight said seriously drawing her eyes back to his.
"Crystal." She said tapping the ashes to her cigarette in an ashtray. She wouldn't hurt the girl, in all honesty the girl had begun to grow on her, like she was the daughter she had always wanted.
"Good." Mr. Knight said his serious expression gone from his face in an instant. "Would you like some tea and biscuits love?"
"Now are you going to help me or not…father?" I asked him looking up at him with the blue eyes we shared.
His eyes widened, and I knew it had worked, his resolve had crumbled. "I'll do whatever you need me to do sweetheart."
I smiled. "Good. Await my signal yeah?"
"Yeah."
I turned my smile morphing into a sinister grin as I made my way to my next appointment with Dr. Harmon.
I paused when I opened the door to his study, I wasn't aware that Tate would be in here.
We locked eyes and he stood to his feet. "Angel…I-"
I turned my head away from him to lock eyes with Mr. Harmon who was looking between the two of us with a curious expression on his face.
I sat on the same couch as Tate but on the farthest end.
I could feel Tate's eyes gazing at me; I could even feel the hurt at my refusal to look at him or even sit by him.
"I've agreed to this meeting because we need to clarify a few things. Firstly the psychiatric that I recommended for both of you, Dr. Goldman said you never showed up for the first appointment and neither of you called to cancel."
He looked at Tate before looking at me.
My eyes bore into his; I gave him the blankest stare imaginable. He cleared his throat before turning to Tate.
Tate seeing how I was refusing to answer. "We don't want to see anyone, but you…"
"We've discussed why that won't work; which brings me to my next question. We're very grateful to you both. For how you helped my family, but you need to tell me right here and now what you were doing in this house at the time of the break in."
"The truth is I was kinda hanging outside throwing pebbles at her window, but she blew me off, and then I noticed the door was unlocked and went inside ad I know that's not cool but-"
"Honestly Tate don't you ever get tired of telling lies?" I asked with a sigh causing them both to look at me. Tate and his fucking big mouth would only dig us into a bigger hole…god what would he do without me.
"The truth is Mr. Harmon that I was going to invite Violet to go to a party. We were planning on inviting her as she was constantly complaining on how boring she though L.A. was, never anything to do. So we came as a surprise. The party was exclusively invite only, and lil Violet wasn't on the list, but would have made an exception if she came with us."
"What-" That apparently wasn't what he was expecting but a tiny part I could see in his eyes was happy, happy his daughter was getting out, socializing and enjoying life, even if it was with two of us.
"However when we heard screaming, we decided to investigate. I remember violet had once told us that you guys always left a spare key under the welcome mat, we used that to get in."
"When we saw what was happening, we freaked. We could have walked away, we wanted too, but violet was our friend and so we helped her and your wife escape."
"We are not angels I know this, we were going to take her to a teenage party filled with drugs, sex, and alcohol; but were not bad people either when faced with the choice of fleeing to protect ourselves we risked our lives for her, for your family."
Mr. Harmon opened his mouth to speak but I cut him off.
"So please spare me the time of you spitting in our faces about not wanting to treat us. You say you're grateful, really and truly grateful for us saving your daughter and your wife's life then prove it. Continue to treat us. Don't push the saviors of your family off on another doctor just because we have quirks that you don't like."
"Angel it's inappropriate for everyone concerned…"
My eyes flashed and I stood up. "Inappropriate. Inappropriate…" I growled out as I leaned over his chair getting in his face. "I honestly don't think you have any idea what your place is. It may have something to do which you little degree and you're over gigantic ego that comes with being a doctor. God I hate doctors, you think you truly know everything, you think you know a person if you flash them a couple of splat printed cards, if you read there posture, if you hear there sob story of a life, but your wrong you don't know, and the truth is you never will. But you my good doctor, you need to learn you place and quickly."
I stood up smoothing out my skirt before walking towards the door. I looked at him. "Never forget Mr. Harmon. If it wasn't for us. You would have no family, they would be dead. Your family's life, belongs to me, you are in my debt. I would be a lot nicer to me if I were you. After all a degree is just a fancy piece of paper, one that can easily be burned from the memory of this world."
I walked out leaving Tate and him staring wide eyes.
"Forgive angel, she didn't mean what she said." Tate said after seeing Mr. Harmon's face
"Oh I think she did."
"It's not her, it's my fault. I made her mad and now she's upset and lashing out. We really need your help, we don't want to be like this, we want to be better people like you. I know just like angel knows that you can help us, she's just scared. You're the one; you're the only one we can trust."
"I cannot see you in this house." Tears fell from Tate's eyes.
"Look I have an opening, I'll meet you some place for coffee but you have to promise-"
"I promise. I promise you." Tate said quickly before Mr. Harmon could finish his sentences. "No more. If something else happens we won't step in, we will just hope for the best." Tate said quickly standing up and leaving.
"Pray that the police gets here in time." He added ominously causing Mr. Harmon to flinch again.
"Angel please talk to me" Tate whispered, his words echoing around the basement.
"And if she doesn't?"
Tate's eyes that had once been soft eagerly waiting for his angels reply instantly turned dark and cold at the male voice that answered him instead. He turned to see his least favorite people.
"Honestly you have a lot of nerve coming down here and asking for her."
Tate smirked his dark eyes glinting. They were the eyes of a madman. "If you are hiding her from me, if you chose to get in between us I won't hesitate to extract her where abouts, I can assure you it won't be pleasant."
"We won't stand for you hurting her"
His eyes lightened at the thoughts of what he would do to them. "Torture it is"
"Enough" angel said appearing like well an angel.
She turned to the male ghosts. "Why don't you guys go and introduce yourself to the misses?"
They looked between him and her several times before Chad spat out a fine, Patrick disappearing along with him.
Angel let out a sigh placing her hand on her head. "What is a girl to do…" she mumbled before cutting her eyes at him
"What the bloody hell do you want?"
"I want to know why you've been distant and ignoring me."
She stared at him. "Are you really this dense?"
His eyes narrowed "what's that supposed to mean."
"I don't have time for this, Tate I don't have time to deal with you right now why don't you run off and be with violet…I know you want to be."
"That's not true. If I wanted to be with violet I would be with her, but I'm here with you."
"Yeah, well maybe I wish you weren't."
His eyes widened. "What?"
"You heard me." my eyes hardened as I looked at him before I said the words that I never ever thought I would ever say especially to him. "Go away Tate."
The halls were crowded with people, and the chaos was so perfect, like a movie. There was the couple that was always making out on the left side of the hall, and about ten feet farther down, the cliquey girls. Opposite them, the cliquey jocks, and between them, the parade of band geeks with their huge instrument cases. There were the aerospace tech kids who never did anything but make paper airplanes and the fashion kids that wheeled mannequins and clothing racks down the halls along with the punk rockers and emo goth kids. And then there was me, not that I fit into any of those groups, but then again there was her…she fit into all groups.
I watched her; I always seemed to be watching her. I watched as she strolled down the hallway everyone seemingly standing attention at her presence.
Everyone wanted a piece of her; everyone wanted to be her friend. I rolled my eyes at the select few students from each group that seemed to stand out.
A cheerleader, a jock, a goth chick, a nerd, and a punk rocker. I resisted the sneer as the jock wrapped his arm around her shoulders.
I had to look away. I knew he was with that cheerleader what was her name…his eyes brightened as he remembered. Chloe, her name was Chloe and the jocks Kyle. Kyle and Chloe His eyes turned towards them seeking out familiar blonde curls.
This time it seemed see was discussing a paper with someone different, he remember her telling him how that guy had earned the spot of valedictorian…his name was Amir.
Tate's once again found himself looking away in his eyes gazing inside of his locker as he caught the nerd staring at her with a blush coloring his features. He obviously had a crush on her but she remained oblivious.
Tate resisted slamming his locker shut as he sneaked one more look at her. Now it seemed she was taking to two of the school outcast. Them being such that he didn't even bother to remember either of their names. It's not like the stoner boy would change the world, and the little emo goth girl would be bound to end her life before the school year was over, most of them did…
He continued you to watch her as she smiled, laughing with them even; his fist tightened trembling at the thought of any of them becoming closer to her than they already were… that is until she glanced over towards him.
Her eyes connected with his and his soul seemed to be at peace.
Her eyes gleamed like sapphires as she made her way towards him. Her pouty lips were painted the color of raspberries and he briefly wondered if they tasted like them too.
"Hello Tate." Her voice made his heart skip a beat. "I could feel you staring at me from down the hall, most people would find that downright creepy."
He could felt the smirk stretching across his lips. "Most people would tell me to go away, but you're not most people."
Her lip twitched in amusement. "No, I would rather you stay by my side always. Walk me to class?"
"Of course." he said linking arms with her and walking down the hallway…
Tate blinked. He must have been mistaken. Yes yes, he clearly had heard wrong because there is no way, no way in hell that angel his angel had said those words, especially not to him.
"What did you say?"
She said her eyes harden but he knew better than that, he knew her better, she was hurting…hurting really bad. His fist clenched; whatever bastard that had hurt her would pay.
"Please don't make me say it again Tate, just go."
He flinched. Her words were the equivalent to a slap across the face.
"No. I won't go, I'm not leaving you Angel. I'll never leave you." He said seriously.
She glared at him and he smirked. He didn't mean to, seeing as her face hardened more but damn she was even hotter when her face was angry.
"Fine." She snapped and before he could get another word in she vanished.
Angels POV
I popped in front of violets door. She was staring at her refection pulling her hair this way and that.
Vain little bitch.
"She straightens her hair, puts on her eyeliner, glosses her lips and takes one last look in the mirror, all for the boy who will never care." I said matter of factly.
I smirked in satisfaction when Violet spun around red in the face and glaring at me.
"You're a real bitch you know that?" Violet snapped.
"Ahh, but that's why we're such good friends right?" I cooed playfully.
"Why would you even say that?"
I raised an eyebrow at her. "You're kidding right? Don't think I don't notice your affection towards Tate."
Her face flushed. "What I don't like-"
"Violet… have I ever mentioned how much I can't stand a motherfuckin liar?" I said as I cocked my head to the side looking at her my face losing its playfulness.
Her face grew even more scarlet as she crossed her arms and stared at me. "Ok so I like Tate. So what, he's cute."
"Yeah I know he's cute. But he's mine, attempt to touch him in any sexual way and I'll kill you." Her eyes widened at the ferocity in my voice. I smiled at her innocently. My playful demeanor back in action.
"So is he like your boyfriend, because Tate never said-"
"No, he's not my boyfriend. Boyfriend wouldn't be the correct terminology for our relationship, although a tiny part of me has to wonder why you asked him instead of myself..."
"As far as I'm concerned Tate's free to date whoever he wants." She said looking away from me.
I stared at her, briefly enjoying the thought of cutting off her fingers with a butcher knife before moving on towards her other limbs. Her blood splattering over the house her screams a symphony to my ear drums as Tate and I fucked in front of her.
I blinked again before smiling. "You know what, your right. Tate does have the freedom to choose, I'm being totally selfish trying to keep him to myself, by all means, if you think you can take him, the balls in your court Vi."
"What do you mean if I think I can take him?" She snapped turning to face me.
Ops did I hurt your feelings? Sorry…
"Oh nothing at all." I said with a smile. "See you around Vi." I said before walking out.
Random Violet's POV
Violet glared at the back of the blondes head as she exited her room.
Who in the hell did she think she was?
Violet paused when she heard something coming from under her bed. She slowly walked over, before yelping when an arm shot out grabbing her ankle.
"Trick or treat smell my feet give me something good to eat." Addie said with a smile crawling from under her bed.
"Addie." Violet snapped at her.
"I want to be a pretty girl for Halloween."
"You want to what?" violet asked again not fully understanding what the girl was trying to say.
"Make me a pretty girl. Like you, make me beautiful like Angel." Addie said and Violet could literally see the stars in her eyes as she imagined being a 'pretty girl'.
Violet's eyes darkened slightly at the differences categories of beauty between her and Angel but decided to help her anyway.
"I'm not very good at this…" Violet mumbled.
Violet found herself briefly wondering why Addie just didn't go to angel for help, the girl had been continuously stating had beautiful the blonde was, if she was so damned perfect why didn't you ask her for help….
"I don't care, I like it." Addie said opening her eyes and looking at her reflection in the mirror.
"Close your eyes." Violet said and when she did she added more eyeshadow on her lids. "How old are you Addie?"
"A lady never reveals her age." She said before looking over Violet.
She knew she shouldn't ask and if angel ever found out she would be pissed and possibly Tate too for her meddling, but she couldn't help herself. "Is Tate your boyfriend?"
"Wait you know Tate?" violet found herself asking with a frown. How is it that everyone seemed to know Tate?
"I talk to him when he comes here for his sessions. He likes you I can tell. He thinks you're a pretty girl." Addie said honestly. And it was true, her brother did think violet was pretty and he tolerated her presence longer than the others or else she'd have been dead….
Hearing those words made Violet smile.
"Although…" Addie said. "Tate and Angel are very, very, very close. Tate and Angel are like Romeo and Juliet, Tate thinks Angel is beautiful too, always has..." Addie said trying to get her meaning across. Addie liked violet she was nice to her, she didn't want violet on the receiving end of angels jealousy or worse her rage. Because Addie knew from personal experience, the bitch could get downright sadistic when feeling vindictive.
"I see." Violet said. "Angel and Tate share history."
Addie nodded and relaxed she felt like she got her message across. "Are you a virgin?" Addie asked suddenly.
"Yes" Violet said raising her eyebrow at Addie in question. "Aren't you?"
"Hell no." Addie said with a smirk at the shock on Violet's face.
Violet shook away her shock. "You can't keep breaking into our house Addie."
"But I like it here, all my friends are here." Addie said before looking at herself in the mirror and cutting off Violet's next words. "Wow Violet I'm beautiful. Beautiful like Angel."
Violet gave her a small smile before she watched her leave.
She returned her eyes to her reflection. Addie's words along with Angel's on repeat in her brain.
Tate likes you, he thinks you're a pretty girl…Tate and Angel are very, very, very close. Tate and Angel are like Romeo and Juliet, Tate thinks Angel is beautiful too, always has...
She straightens her hair, puts on her eyeliner, glosses her lips and takes one last look in the mirror, all for the boy who will never care.
By all means, if you think you can take him, the balls in your court Vi."
Violet glared at her reflection, so she wasn't beautiful like Angel, but she would show her, she would have the last laugh when she proved to the blonde that Tate was in love with her, that Tate was hers…
Angel's POV
I watched them as Tate told her to sad story of the original owners, as expected though, she didn't believe him.
"I'm tired; we keep hanging out in this dark dank place. Why can't we go somewhere like on a real date."
Because he's not your boyfriend…
"Alright…" Tate said after serval minutes of silence.
"Tomorrow night." He said grasping her hands. "We'll go out."
I narrowed my eyes. Tomorrow was Halloween. That was our day. The one day we would be able to walk freely. That bastard was choosing to spend it with her…
I glanced up along with them when they heard footsteps.
"Your father agreed to see me again but I'm not supposed to be here."
"Come on I'll be your look out." She said taking his hand.
As they walked up the stairs Tate looked back towards the basement. His eyes locked with mine, a silent message flickering between them.
I looked away my features entwined with confusion from the nonverbal message he sent before they fully exited. I walked over towards the candles he had left my fingers stroking the flame before blowing it out.
I sighed boredly waiting for Tate to return with our drinks.
"Wow there's so many different flavors, its freaky I don't know half of them." He said before sitting right next to me.
We watched as Mr. Harmon's gaze locked onto a little girl dressed as a witch. I decided to wear a gold dress that had a tulle skirt with nude heels feeling in the mood for Halloween myself. I spared Tate a glance to see he was decked out in all black. I rolled my eyes, not very festive.
"She reminds you of Violet doesn't she?" Tate and I said together.
I looked at him from the corner of my eyes before looking back at Mr. Harmon he had a smile of his face like he was reliving a good memory.
"She had to be scary, my fierce little girl…just like her mom. Smart and beautiful, no need to be like anyone else…"
I rolled my eyes deciding to zone out of the conversation, my focus instead landing on a couple serval tables over, the girl laughing at something funny the guy said.
"Tate Langdon is fucking psychotic."
He stared at me blankly, like he hadn't just insulted himself. He snapped his gum, as I continued to stare at him silently debating my decision.
Then something completely unexpected happened.
He plucked the gum from his mouth and stuck it on my nose, thumb pressing it into my skin until it stayed. I blinked in shock as he ducked forward and pressed his lips to mine. The kiss was short and brief, and he pulled away with that same expressionless look that I loved.
I could feel the cool air drying the gum on my nose as he said. "Now Angelica Knight is fucking crazy, too."
A smile slowly stretched its way across my lips. My decision was made, this boy would be mine, and I would be his.
I shook my head clearing old memories of me and Tate. When I zoned back Mr. Harmon seemed to be finishing whatever speech he had given.
I nodded along with Tate pretending that I heard whatever it was he had been going on about.
"Alright I think were done here…" He said with a small smile standing up. "You guys have a nice Halloween stay out of trouble." He said as he parted.
I stood up and began to walk away when my hand was grabbed.
"Let go of me, before I make a scene Tate." I said coolly.
He chuckled pulling me roughly against him. "Make a scene if I care…"
I glared at him before looking away, but I didn't move from his hold.
"You know this whole keeping my distance, I'm angry, and I hate you ploy that your doing isn't going to turn me away, it is however turning me on, you know how much I love you more when you're heartless..."
I scoffed causing him to laugh.
"You know I figured out why you're being distant, but I want you to know you don't need to be." He said the playfulness from seconds ago gone replaced by seriousness.
I didn't look at him still.
He must have gotten frustrated by my not looking at him because I suddenly found my chin in his hand and my face turned towards his.
"What do you want Tate?"
"I want you. I'll always want you; all I'll ever need is you."
I scoffed "So you say."
"Stop it." He snapped. "Stop this whole 'I'm jealous of Violet' shit. It's you. It's always been you."
"You have my heart wrapped around your finger. And even if you let it go I would probably pick it up and tie it back around your finger…"
I stared at him, before attacking his lips. I felt his lips curve into a smile before returning the favor.
I pulled back from him remembering where we were, the last thing we needed was anyone to film us on their camera phones, but that didn't stop Tate as his lips continued their brutal assault on my body.
"Let's go someplace less crowded."
"Since when do you shy away from a crowd?" He mumbled against my neck his lips sending my body in shivers.
"Since camera phones where invented. We don't need anyone recording us and putting us on the internet for certain reasons…the most important considering we are definitely not supposed to be living…"
He sighed finally letting up. "Fine but when we get back to the house, your mine."
I smirked as he wrapped his arm around my waist. "I don't think so."
"Oh?"
"When you get back, you'll be going on your little date with Violet remember, you did promise her."
His face scrunched in annoyance.
"Besides I would hate to be the reason that her date ditched her…"
He smirked. "No you wouldn't." My face flushed as he smacked my ass. "Stop lying."
He leaned down towards my ear. "You remember what happened the last time you lied to me don't you."
"You…you just lied to me." Tate said shock filtering in his voice, he didn't mind it when I played my mind games with everyone else around me, but to him was a different story entirely.
"You know I'm going to have to be punish you now." He said as his eyes darkened a smirk stretching across his face. I looked at him like he was a madman as he perched himself on the wooden stool, patting to his lap. "Come on."
Did he forget that we were still on school grounds? Tate and I had some daring sexually escapades but this was the most daring yet, anybody could walk in at any moment….
"Angelica." My body trembled with excitement as he said my name. I locked eyes with him, apparently he was serious about punishing here…and now. "Do not make me get up."
A part of me wanted to stall a bit more just to see what he would do but instead I crossed my arms, a scowl on my face as I stomped over to him. I huffed trying not to show him how excited I was getting before lowering myself to my knees and leaning forward. He grabbed me roughly and pulled me into his lap, rubbing my ass that was currently covered by my lace panties.
"You know you should never lie to me Angel, you know you have to be punished, don't you?" He asked, spreading my legs a little and sticking a finger inside me after pulling down my panties.
And then without warning he smacked my bare ass. "I expect you to answer me Angelica. You know you have to be punished, don't you?" He said again.
"Yes, Tate, I'm sorry," I gasped, my face burning red, "I won't do it again I promise!"
He didn't stop though he spanked my ass, hard alternating with sticking his fingers inside of me, I whimpered as the pain melted to pleasure.
"Please, again!" I begged him, gasping and moaning.
He spanked my ass, again and again, my cheeks growing red and bright. I whimpered and cried, gasping and coughing, begging him, over and over.
"Please! Tate, please! Again!" I moaned as he plunged his fingers inside of me bring me to orgasm.
When he was done, his hand hurt from spanking me so much not to mention being covered in my juices. I laid across his lap panting as he rubbed my ass after making me watch as he licked my juices from his fingers.
He chuckled after we both had calmed down. "Damn, only you can make me do the craziest shit."
Instead of me being draped across his lap I was now straddling him with my head pressed to his chest.
"But you still love me."
He pulled my head towards him devouring my lips. "Yes, and I always will."
My face grew even redder at the memory. Shortly after my punishment a teacher walked in and reprimanded us on the less than appropriate position that we were in.
"Yes Tate I remember quite well."
He smirked pulling my hips against him, I shuddered as I felt him completely hard through the dress I was wearing. "I remember too, I'm getting hard just thinking about it…"
I heard him gasp and then growl as I began to rub myself against him.
"What do you think you're doing?" He hissed in my ear.
I turned my head to the side looking up at him innocently "Dancing to the music that's playing…you know I love this song…"
He half glared at me. "I'm horny and you want to choose now to break out in dance."
I smirked "Sucks to be you…doesn't it."
"The only one that's going to be sucking is you, you've left me hanging in the wind too long and I won't tolerate your foreplay right now." he said with a smirk of his own. Before I knew what he was doing Tate had thrown me over his shoulders like a sack of potatoes and took off running.
Our destination, somewhere uncrowded so he could extract his revenge sexually.
Twas a revenge I was damn well looking forward to…
I had pretty much already had this chapter written but I threw in a little spanking for DreamHunterVo
so for those who are wondering, Tate's words are sweet and heart wrenching and all that good stuff. angel needed to hear that even if she already knew that, but I mean come on ladies, we all know us girls still gotta take care of busniess when it comes to another female trying to take what's ours right?
Angel already gave little Vi a warning meaning Vi's on her shit list. Addie was trying to even warn Vi without giving away to much cause even Addie knows how angel fights...and it ain't fair that's all I gotta say lol.