VLADIMIRS:GUNS AND ORGASN

My bully

Rain's Pov

"So this is it, baby girl." Don cartel spoke, stroking his beards.

"Let’s go, boys," he ordered with a wicked grin.

His men tied my hands behind my back and dragged me toward the door. My heart pounded in my ears as I struggled. Just before stepping out, Don Cartel turned back and threw a bundle of cash at my mother's feet.

I blinked in confusion, my gaze shifting between him and her.

I understood why she handed me over, but what I couldn’t grasp was Don Cartel paying her in return.

What reason!!

"What about his body?" my mother asked, her voice barely a whisper as she glanced at my father’s lifeless form on the floor.

Don Cartel smirked, signaling to his men. "Strip it for organs. His heart, lungs, kidney and other important organs, I'm sure we will have lot of profit by selling them on black market. The black market pays well. As for the rest of him… toss it into the sea."

"You bastard!" I cursed, struggling with the guys holding me, every muscle in my body begging to break free and tear him apart.

How dare he!

"Haha, such fire," Don Cartel chuckled as they dragged me toward the waiting van.

At the doorway, I turned back for one last glimpse of my mother. She kissed the money, smiling.

I screamed, my voice breaking with the weight of betrayal. Mum, why?

The van doors slammed shut behind me. My tears fell silently as we sped away. I clutched the wristband I had bought for my dad’s birthday, pressing it to my chest. It was the only thing I had left of him.

An hour ago, I was decorating the house. Now, my father was dead, my mother had sold me off, and I was being taken to God knows where.

I cried rivers, I got take it anymore I wailed out, crying aloud.

"Shut her up," Don Cartel barked from the front.

"Shut it!" One of Don cartel men yelled at me, but I didn't stop crying, not at my cruel fate.

"You better silence that girl, I hate crying babies." Don cartel ordered.

The man beside me hit me hard behind. Darkness claimed me.

I woke with a jolt. My head throbbed, and my wrists burned from the tight ropes. I peered out of the window, heart sinking as I realized we were far from away from home. In a new environment.

Don Cartel stood outside, talking to a well-dressed man. There was something I just noticed in Don Cartel, he was leaping. He had a walking stick which he used to support the other leg. His cane tapped against the pavement as he walked back toward the van.

He opened the door and grinned. "Before I sell you, I’ll have a little taste for myself," he said, l*****g his lips.

I spat on his face.

He wiped it off. "Feisty. I like it." His hand clamped around my jaw, his fingers digging into my skin. "You’ll learn to behave."

His hand trailed down my neck, then lower. My heart stopped.

"I will break you." He said, forcefully locking his lips on mine.

"Eww!" I said, cleaning my lips and glaring at him with irritation.

Don cartel laughed, omg I could see his black, rotten teeth, so irritating!

He traced his hands on my boobs and pinched my n*****s.

"Stop!" I cried, tears streaming down my face.

"Or what?" His hands went to my stomach, he held my waist then I felt his hands going down, my eyes widened.

I could feel his fingers on my jean trouser, finding their ways into my panties.

"Please stop!" I cried out with tears, surprisingly he stopped.

"Are you a virgin?" he asked, his voice dripping with mockery.

I turned my face away, refusing to answer. He chuckled darkly, patting my cheek before stepping back. "Escort her to the hotel. We’ll have fun later."

Relief washed over me as he left, but it was short-lived.

Flashback

I clenched my fists as the memories of that night with Chris flooded back. I had trusted him and I thought he loved me too.

We were drunk, stupid, and young. I took off my clothes, thinking it was a moment for us to share. But then, Chris pulled out his phone recording.

"I won the bet!" he laughed, eyes gleaming with cruelty.

Bet?

I grabbed a bedsheet to cover myself, my heart shattering into a million pieces. How could I have been so blind?

Humiliated, I stormed out of the room, the bedsheet barely clinging to my body. I didn’t care. I just wanted to get away. But as I turned the corner, I collided with someone.

The bedsheet slipped from my hands.

I froze.

I stared at the person in disbelief.

He is no one but Xavier Vladimir!

The hottest boy on campus, the untouchable bad boy with a cruel streak… and my worst tormentor.

I was stark n***d!!!

For no reason, dude hated me from the first day he set his eyes on me. He called me names, bullied me and encourage other to bully me.

I breath aloud, expecting his usual insults, but Xavier stared at me, At my n***d body as if he'd just seen a ghost.

His hazel eyes locked on mine, his expression unreadable. His gaze lingered on my body for a moment too long before he finally spoke.

"Rain?"

My heart thudded. Why did he say my name like that?

Chris burst into the hallway, holding my clothes. "Where’s that useless s**t?"

Xavier’s eyes darkened. His expression hardened into something dangerous.

Xavier glared at my boyfriend then at me.

I slowly bend over to pick the bedsheet from the floor... I feel so embarrassed.

Why do my bully had to see me like this, of all people?

"I know you are worthless but I don't know you will be that cheap to want to sleep with your bully." My boyfriend said, mocking me.

"What? I-I..." I wanted to talk but he cut me short.

"Nevermind, It just hilarious that you do pretend to be good girl, how many guys have you slept with huh tell me" He scoffed.

What?

"Hey..." I wanted to defend myself but I was cut short by Xavier thick voice.

"You don’t deserve to say her name," Xavier growled, grabbing Chris by the collar and slamming him into the wall.

Chris gasped, his cockiness evaporating. "Xavier… it’s not what you think..."

Xavier’s fist connected with Chris’s jaw, sending him sprawling.

"You’re lucky I don’t bury you for what you did to her," Xavier snarled. He turned to me, his eyes softening. Without a word, he scooped me up and carried me into a nearby room.

Did he just...

I screamed within.

He set me down gently on the bed, his face unreadable. I covered my face with my palms, feeling so ashamed of myself.

"Why… why did you help me?" I asked, my voice trembling.

He crossed his arms, leaning against the door. "I don’t know. Maybe because I hate guys like him more than I hate you."

I swallowed hard, wrapping the sheet around myself. "You didn’t have to..."

"I'm not meddling with your life but why would a good girl like you ended up with someone like Chris?" His husk, thick voice cut through the silence.

"Chris a good guy!" I defended. "At least better than you who makes me feel little of myself." I added, still covering my face.

Gish can this guy go! I'm dying of embarrassment.

I quickly grabbed the duvet on the bed and was about to cover myself when Xavier held my hands.

"You look beautiful." He said, looking deep into my eyes.

I know it's wrong but my heart fluttered, I gulped as he came closer to me, and uses his fingers to remove strands of my hair on my face.

I should say something, Rain say something, anything... but I stood like a stick. This is Xavier, he is a red flag, a dangerous guy, a one night stand guy, the biggest player on campus but here I am drooling.

I looked at his hazel eyes, they are beautiful.

"Rain" Xavier whispered my name and grabbed me by my waist and pulled me to him.

There was no space between us, the room became hot for me despite the air conditioner, I could feel his breath.

"I want you..." He whispered slowly to my eyes.

"We can use this room, there is a bed here." I didn't know when those words dropped, I placed his hands on my boobs.

He wanted to say something but stopped.

"Say the word." I whispered, my cookies were already wet!

"Really...I don't want to hurt you especially now that you are vulnerable." He said in a deep bass voice.

"To hell with my boyfriend. Say the word Xavier and I'm yours." I replied and close my eyes expecting a kiss.

"I want you to wear some clothes you look so horrible." He said and my jaw dropped.

"Huh?" I opened my eyes, and looked at him in confusion.

"I and you can...I thought..." I stopped as I saw him laughed.

"What the hell is going on in your mind. wait, do you think I will make out with you?" He asked, eyeing me from head to toe.

I swallowed hard and blinked repeatedly.

"I know girls cookies are the same but when I'm hitting a girl's cookies I want to look at her beautiful face, I want to be seeing a sexy, hot body and pretty face. I don't want to switch off the lights to avoid seeing your face when you moan because it will be terrifying." He said amidst laughter.

I was baffled.

"I don't blame Chris, dude is trying to protect himself from a zombie ha ha ha." He laughed aloud and stared at my body then he went to sit.

I stood there, embarrassed, I laughed so loud that Xavier began to look at me in confusion.

I laughed at my stupidity, first by falling in love with Chris then by thinking that Xavier would...

I breathe aloud.

"Why did you defend me Infront of Chris, and carried me to this room?" I asked him.

"Don't know, I was bored. Beside I want your secret to be between me and Chris. I don't want any other guy to see you n***d, you know what will happen." He sneered at me, his tone became serious.

"I will be posted in the class group chat." I said.

"Yeah" He rolled his eyes and tossed me a shirt. "Wear this. It’s long enough to cover you, With your tiny stature it will be a short gown for you. You can wear my pam. That's all I can do. Adios" He said, pointing to the door.

I know what he meant, silently I slipped into his oversized shirt, the scent of him clinging to the fabric. I took my phone and headed out.

I opened the door and asked him "Why are you kind to me this evening?"

"Rain" His voice dropped to a whisper, almost tender. "No girl deserves what he did to you."

I blinked, stunned by his words.

I hesitated. "Thank you," I whispered.

He smirked. "Don’t get used to me being nice. This never happened."

"Apart from the fact that I hate you. A woman shouldn't be treated the way the Chris treated you, no matter what. It's something my mum taught me." He said.

"Thank you" I muttered under my breath and shut the door.

I smiled as I walked outside the hotel, clutching the shirt tighter. Maybe Xavier wasn’t the monster I thought he was. Or maybe… he was just a different kind of danger.