everything in this town. Oh well, it didn’t change anything. This was it. This was my goodbye. “Is that all?”
I squeezed my eyes shut. “Yeah. That’s all, asshole. Just wanted to tell you to choke on the stick you’ve got shoved up your ass. I don’t know why you hate me. I don’t know why you woke up one day and decided to be cruel to me, but it ends now. You have no power over me anymore. You’re nothing. No one.” My speech was dulled by my rapid breathing at having Rogue so close. I pressed my thighs together to ease some of the thudding tension swirling within me.
“Well, Scar,” Rogue finally said, smirking at my little speech like it amused him. “It’s cute how you think you can escape this.”
I narrowed my eyes.
“She almost looks pretty,” Luis interrupted while stepping forward. I glanced a look over Rogue’s shoulder and stared at him and Bonham, avoiding Godfrey’s bored gaze. I detected a hint of doubt in Bonham’s eyes, but the look was gone the moment he caught me staring at him. Luis moved beside Rogue. “Think we should give her the goodbye that everyone’s waiting for?”
Rogue snapped his eyes to Luis, his perfect face twisting into a sinister smile.
“Yeah. I think we should.” Rogue pushed me backwards until my back was slammed against his bedroom wall. He was still gripping my dress as he shoved his knee between my legs. “You think you’re leaving, Scar? You think coming here to say goodbye would make me start caring again?” He trailed his nose along my neck, smiling against my sticky skin.
“No,” I choked out.
“Good. Because I don’t.”
Just like I’d done to Stephanie, Rogue reached back and fisted my hair in his hand, making me wince at the pain. Forcing my head back, he loomed above me, making me totally at his mercy. “You thought you could just come here, dressed like a slut, and guilt us into feeling bad for you?”
I didn’t answer, but I refused to drop my eyes, either. I met his cold gaze head-on, because as much as they hated me, I knew them. I knew what they liked, what they demanded. I also knew I looked good in this dress. Rogue wanted submission. But I wasn’t going to give him that this time.
“You’re nothing to us,” he taunted. “You’re no one.”
I felt the words as they punctured my heart, and it started bleeding into my gut. My stomach roiled with rejection and misery.
“We don’t want you anymore.” It was something they’d said before, but hearing it again, like this, was killing me. Maybe now I could finally let go. All at once, he stepped away, his leg gone from between my thighs and my scalp throbbing with the absence of his grip. “Strip.”
His word hit me like a brick to the chest. “What?”
“You heard me, Livingston. I said, strip.”
“Fuck you, Rogue.”
“I don’t stick my dick in trash,” he smirked cruelly. “You showed up here in that, wanting attention? Well, you got it. Now strip, or I’ll let Luis cut the dress off you.”
My heart slammed against my chest over and over again. I shouldn't have come here. Why the hell did I think I could face them—face him?
He’s right. I did expect something to change once they knew I was leaving. That stupid, naïve part of me hadn’t stopped hoping that this was all a misunderstanding.
“I’m leaving,” I say, darting toward the door, but Godfrey was already there, leaning against it with that stupid fucking lazily amused look on his face.
Luis tsked at me and took a step forward. When I saw the glint of metal in his hand, my blood turned cold. “Uh uh, Scar. You came to play. So, play.”
“Do it.”
I didn’t get the chance to register Rogue’s words before Luis stepped into me and traced the blunt edge of his blade against my chest before yanking the fabric away from my skin. Then, in one vicious slash, my skin-tight dress was cut from my body. I tried to cross my arms over my chest, but I was too slow. Hands were already wrenching my arms behind me.
My entire body shook as my insides turned into a cocktail of shame and shock.
Rogue kept his grip on my arms no matter how hard I struggled, and the other three didn’t even attempt to hide the way they took me in. Wide hips, full breasts, a toned stomach, legs, and arms. The way they looked at