??BAD BOYS
DON’T HAVE
HEARTS??
《 Monsters aren’t born, they’re Made 》
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[# SEASON ONE
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By, ✿ฺ Author Indigo Raine ✿ฺ
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©Copyright 2023 [?? ℕ?? ℂ?ℙ? ?ℝ ℝ?ℙ???]
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Genre(s): Dark Romance, Forbidden, Mafia.
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Theme: Sometimes water is better than blood.
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[# Chapter Twenty
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“Are you comfortable?”
“Yes, but I’m a little nervous.”
“Don’t be,” he turned the key in the keyhole and the bike roared to life. The rims that were decorated with neon lights lit up to Illuminate the open area around them. “Meira, I need you put your arms around me. Hold me tight so you don’t fall off, okay?”
“Mm-kay,” she slipped her arms around his body and hugged tightly, her head resting on his back. “Like this?”
He looked down at her arms coiled around his abs and nodded. “Perfect,” Ryat revved the bike and pushed it off with one foot then placed both feet on the sides and rode around the mansion to the front, he passed the black cars parked under a tree a swing was on and rolled his eyes. ‘I thought arranged marriages was stopped being practiced.’
Meira was nervously looking at everything, she’d never been on a bike before, the feelings and sensations were new to her–but it surprisingly awakened something in her she didn’t know existed. She lifted her head from Ryat’s shoulder to look at the road, they were at the gate and had just been let out. She gasped when Ryat rode down the driveway onto the flat empty road and started speeding. Cold wind kissed her skin sending shivers and goosebumps all over her body, with every tiny bump of the bike she felt her backside and br**sts jiggling and blushed at that.
The streets of their particular neighborhood were lined with mansions that held floodlights, they rode through the community under the white lights until the houses disappeared and on each side of the road were trees. It was dark except for a few light posts that provided pale orange-yellow light. Ryat started going faster until they reached a busy road.
Ryat slightly looked back at his stepsister and asked, “You okay back there?” the two were now at a stoplight waiting for the red light to turn green.
“Yeah!” her answer was filled with enthusiasm.
He chuckled, “I’m gonna need you to hold me a little tighter. And wh@tëver you do, don’t scream, and don’t let go. No matter what happens. Your *ss can’t follow orders but if you don’t you’re gonna fall off and die.”
Meira immediately repositioned herself and hugged him more tightly than before. “Okay!”
Once the light turned bright green he sped off into the traffic, this time riding more faster than before. The images on his sides began to blur, all he saw was flashes of lights from the shops and bars they were zooming past. Ryat gradually picked up speed and was now swerving lane to lane to avoid hitting any cars. He briefly looked down when he felt Meira’s hands moving, she was holding onto his waist–which made him lose focus for a second but got back on track and turned up a hill the onto a bridge. They passed by gangsters selling drugs snd prostitutes looking to make something on their way to God knows where.
Meira was constantly turning her head, looking at everything utterly baffled. Truck loads of excitement poured into her heart and she gripped Ryat tighter. The euphoric feeling she derived from the trip on Ryat’s motorcycle was inexplicable. She however felt Ryat going more faster and became a little panicked, they rode until they were on a heart shaped highway with a view of the dark murky ocean that sat still. A few boats were there and she spotted people partying on a yacht. Ryat sped up even more faster which made her begin to grip his body–he didn’t stop though. He instead started rising the back which resulted in his doing a wheelie, people on the roadside cheered and whistled for them. Ryat rode like that for a while with cars driving by his sides then dropped the back, he turned and drifted on the road then went on the front wheel.
Meira was shocked, scared, and possibly terrified, she had no idea he could do this. But she remembered being told not to scream or let go, so she didn’t. It was a nice experience, though.
After that, Ryat went dropped the back wheel on the ground and rode on high-speed to their destination; the Sinner Zone Beach. He rode down a hill and entered a plaza, he parked his bike and looked back at Meira.
“You can let go now, little dove,” he said in a soft voice.
“What? Oh! Sorry, sorry,” she quickly removed her arms.
“Were you scared?”
“Terrified.”
He laughed at how she said that with wide eyes, she had an helmet–his helmet–but the glass that usually protected your eyes were lifted up. “Don’t be, I would never let anything happen to you,” he whispered the last line, but she heard it clearly.
It warmed her heart, and made it beat faster.
“Now get the Füçk off of my bike, you’re irritating me,” he said coldly and turned back around to face the beach. There was a few boats on the brown-yellow sand, and a few couples walking hand in hand along the shore.
“You’re just like that one Katy Perry song,” she hopped off the bike and folded her arms in angry annoyance. “You’re hot, then you’re cold.”
“I must be a thermometer then.”
“What? You! That’s unfair!” she stomped angrily at his behavior.
“You look cute when you’re angry,” he winked and also got off. “Like a pissed off kitten. See how short you are, I bet people are gonna think I’m on a date with an eight year old.”
She took off the helmet and started beating him while he laughed and raised his hands in defense.
“C’mon, cut it out and let’s go eat,” he got a hold of the helmet and took it from her. He unstrapped the gear off her then stood, immediately he noticed her standing with crossed arms and an annoyed pout on her lips. He paused. ‘Cute. That’s Füçking cute,’ he grabbed her face and squished her cheeks, making her blush and tightly close her eyes. “You look so Füçking cute when you do that, Meira. Keep doing that. I like it.”
“I h@të you!” her heart was beating rapidly in her chest, and butterflies flew around in her stomach. He was such a rough person, yet gentle at the same time. And he had warm hands.
“h@të is a form of passion. I appreciate your love for me, sweetheart,” he removed the key from the bike and casually swung it around his finger as he walked off and into a fast food restaurant. “Don’t expect me to come and carry you inside. You have two legs so use them, or perhaps…I could break them for you,” he stopped and the door and smirked with astonishing sëxiness. The group of girls standing around their cars had to gasp.
He was one attractive motherFüçker.
Meira stomped all the way to the door where he let her inside. They sat around a table, waitresses fought on who would get to serve the handsome guy with the neck tattoos wearing full black until a man came to serve the pair instead. “Welcome to Chelseas Delights! May I take your order?” but he wasn’t referring to both, his eyes were solely on a still pretty angry Meira.
“If you don’t want your d_1ck deep fried and served with french fries you’ll Füçking take your eyes off her,” Ryat said loudly, he received several glances.
“Oh! My apologies, I had no idea she was your girlfriend. Sir I am so sorry,” he quickly apologized, bowing his head to avoid the ice cold menacing look in Ryat’s gray eyes.
“Oh no, we’re not–” Meira was interrupted.
“Either take our Füçking orders or take a couple gunshots,” he whipped out a shiny black pistol and dropped it on the table next to the napkin. The people in the establishment were alarmed instantly, the waiter was now cowering in fear.
“Ryat! No! Oh my God,” she held her head.
“Why the Füçk was he looking at you like? So many Füçking girls on earth and you want to shove your d_1ck into this one, listen homie,” Ryat stood up and cracked his knuckles, anger burning in his eyes. “If you, or anyone in this Bîtch, looks at her again I’ll gouge your eyes out bare handed then serve them to you with hot sauce. Don’t Füçking play with me,” he was now clenching his fists.
Everyone–literally everyone–looked away from Meira, deeply scared by his threat. The manager of the place was soon arrived with two other workers, they tried calming Ryat down but kept a safe distance.
“Sir, we are sorry for the inconvenience. Please don’t be angry at our st*pid worker, he’s fired now. The food is on the house as a com–”
“I don’t want your free Sh|t, get us a server who knows how to do their goddamn job properly,” he was stepping to the manager angrily but Meira hugged Ryat and pushed him back. “You guys even know who the Füçk I am? They call me Carnage, and you can Füçk around and find out why they do.”
People instantaneously started running out of the restaurant screaming their lungs out. Even the waitresses that had been crushing on him–and still do–tripped on each other as they ran away. The manager was at a loss for words, the infamous Street King and member of the Bloodlust Bastards was in his fast food restaurant with his girlfriend? May God bless and save them.
“Mr. Carnage, it’s a great pleasure–”
“Why the Füçk haven’t we been served yet?” he pulled the safety off the fun in his hand.
The manager and two workers started crying and kneeling in overwhelming fear. “Please don’t hurt us!”
“Ryat stop!” Meira yelled at him. “Will you just calm down and take a seat? Please, Ryat! Just sit down!” she pleaded, hands on his arms preventing him from moving any further.
Tension-filled minutes later, Ryat was looking down into Meira’s eyes. Slowly–faster than he wanted–he calmed down and took a seat. “Fine.”
“What do you want to eat?” she asked softly, her voice cooling his boiling blood.
“Double cheese burger, no onions, a bottle of water and a slice of red velvet cake,” he clocked the g*n back one more time then put in back in his pants. “Füçk up my order or come back late and I’m burning this place down with all y’all in it.”
“I’ll have the same thing with a salad instead of the cake,” Meira said. They immediately disappeared into the kitchen to get their meals ready. “Geez, Ryat, what’s wrong with you.”
“Everything.”
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After they finished eating and paid for the meal, the waiting customers rushed back in after the pair left. Everyone knew Carnage and the Heartless Boys, and no one wanted to be one of their victims. They’re notoriously known for their brutality in every parts of Arkville.
“What you did in there was not nice,” Meira was bare foot walking along the shore, the sand was grainy against her feet. Small waves of water occasionally came to wash her feet.
“Ask me if I give a Füçk,” Ryat was walking alongside her holding her shoes in one hand, his other in his jacket pocket.
“Do you?”
“No.”
“You’re such a bad person,” she looked up at his.
“It’s good to be bad.”
“You make no sense.”
“Says the girl who thought my d_1ck was an anaconda. How the Füçk do you get straight As but arrived to such a conclusion? What a smart*ss you are.”
“But it looked like one! Don’t judge me!”
“Shut up, Meira. Your voice is annoying.”
“You’re so mean to me, I h@të you,” she stopped in the water, arms folded.
“But you can’t stay away from me. Can you? No matter what I do you’ll always come back to me,” he dropped her shoes in the sand. They were now in silence, chilling wind flowing between them.
“Cold?” he asked.
He noticed her shivering while hugging herself. Her hair blew in the wind, some went in her face, which she pulled back to hook behind her ear. The radiant moonlight shone on the vast ocean next to her, the moon reflecting perfectly on the surface.
“Mm hmm,” she nodded, looking at the water.
Something compelled Ryat to walk to her. He pulled his zipper down then shrugged the jacket off, instead throwing it over her shoulders. Meira looked up at him with her sky blue doe-eyes, lashes kissing her cheekbones as when blinked. She became flustered after realizing what he’d done, Ryat was supposed to let go–but he didn’t.
This girl, this annoying brat, was his stepsister, and he h@tëd her and still does. But its become more and more clearer that he’s lying to himself. If he h@tës her, why can’t ?? stay away from her? Why does every time someone looks or breaths neat her he goes mad with rage? Why is he so drawn to her–unable to resist urge to be in her presence–like a moth to a flame? He searches himself, but is unable to find an answer. Looking into her innocent eyes all he wants is to own and possess her–but that’s something he shouldn’t want.
”Ryat…?” she started grinning, “Do you think I’m pretty? Is that why you’re looking at me?”
Different–new–feelings he’s never experienced before gather in his heart, it was beating fast.
“Ryat?” she called against, noticing he wasn’t moving or saying anything.
He raised his hand to cup her cheek, he saw her shiver from the coldness of it. He used his thumb to feel her smooth skin before descending to her neck, there he ram his thumb up and down her throat then to her collarbone. She was so soft to the touch. Ryat stepped closer, his will go resist unholy urges suddenly fading into the windy night.
“Ryat…”
He suddenly grabbed her waist and lifted her onto his body, her br**sts squishing on his chest. She was startled by hue strength, she looked around nervously trying to avoid his eyes but he grabbed her face and made her look into his eyes. She didn’t know what to expect, what he doing? Didn’t he say she shouldn’t touch him? What’s he doing?She felt him drop his hand while hers were around his neck.
Ryat leaned in slowly, and then it happened. He pressed his lips firmly onto hers–sparks erupted around around them. He pulled back to study her expression, she was shocked, her cheeks burning red. He watched her suck her bottom lip between her teeth then look away as she chewed it–this made Ryat both h*rny and angry.
“You enjoy riling me up, don’t you, Little Dove?” he felt his d_1ck harden under her @, “Don’t do that, or I’ll make you regret it.”
Meira obeyed him this time, which pleased him.
“Such a good little girl,” he squeezed her thighs.
“Ryat, stop–”
“Shh,” he stared at her lips with an unquenchable hunger for them. “Just shut up, and kiss me.”
He claimed her lips, the sheer softness and taste of sweet cherry lip gloss she not too long ago applied igniting a desire within him; a desire to make her his. Her body shuddered as he deepened the kiss–when he realized Meira wasn’t cooperating he bit down on her bottom lip, her wince was muffled as he took the opportunity to slide his tongue inside and taste every crevice of her mouth. Their tongues entwined, sparks exploded like fireworks, and electricity zapped through their bodies–Carnage’s hands had slid to grab her soft @ cheeks instead.
Ryat turned his head to get a little deeper into the arousing kiss, he was painfully gripping her backside. His ÇOçk throbbed in his pants, aching to get out and do what is was made for.
Meira’s n!ppl*s hardened on his chest, toes curling and çlit throbbing. She felt something poking her from down below and this time knew what it was–that was his hungry ÇOçk waiting to devour her. She tangled one hand in his hair while the other ventured to his bicep and squeezed it, she Mõ@ned sensuously into the kiss. The night was cold his body against hers was enough to warm her for a lifetime. They were drowned in each other’s unique scent, the queitness of the night fueling them to continue.
When they eventually pulled away, breathlessly, they gazed into each other’s eyes. The lust in Ryat’s eyes burned with the intensity of a thousand suns. It made her blush heavily. He nibbled on her bottom lip playfully, unable to get enough of her sugar-coated lips.
“I h@të you,” he said, leaving chaste kisses on and around her lips. “I Füçking h@të you.”
“Met too, Ryat,” she kissed him, “I h@të you, too.”
He glared into her eyes, then leaned in again for another spellbinding, electric kiss.
Meanwhile, a black Mercedes benz lurking in the shadows. A man spying on them with binoculars and black gloved hands lowered it from his eyes and squinted. He placed it on his lap then took up a phone to dial a number. When the person answered at the first ring he said, “Lady Danger, we’ve successfully located the Young Master.”
In a smoothly flowing Italian accented voice, the woman on the other end replied, “??????????.”
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