Gracie || ON GOING ||

Chapter 15 - Part Two

I swallow my mouthful of eggs and kind of just stare at him.

I'm such a creep.

"Did you make this for us?" He asks as he sits down next to me.

"Yeah. It's my way of saying thank you for letting me stay here. Even if you did drag me here without telling me why." I mutter the last part, causing him to laugh.

"Thanks, Grace, I haven't had a decent breakfast in ages." John thanks as he gets up and puts his plate and fork into the sink.

"Hey! I make you breakfast every day." Dylan's other brother walks into the room and sits on the other side of me.

"Exactly." John smirks as he walks out of the room. I just laugh at them.

"So... I heard about your connection to Rigs-"

"Ben." Dylan growls at his brother and gives him a pointed look.

"No, I-it's ok." I smile. Dylan goes back to eating his breakfast. Very angrily.

"So why are you taking this deal?" Ben asks casually. I practically choke on my eggs.

"Ahem!" I cough to dislodge some egg.

"I protect the people I care about. He goes for younger girls and I'm not about to put her in danger of what happened to me. It's already happened once to her." I huff and get up to put my plate in the sink.

"Plus," I pause for a second. "He said he would leave Dylan alone." I mumble under my breath.

"Grace, I've already told yo-"

"Shut up, Dylan! It's happening. Deal with it!" My voice deepens as I finally snap.

"This isn't just about you, it's about my sister! I failed to protect her once, it's not happening again." My words get quieter and smaller the more I talk.

Dylan looks as if he wants to speak, but his phone cuts him off. He looks at the screen and I watch as the anger builds in his eyes and jaw.

"Dylan?" I whisper.

"Tomorrow at ten am," He pauses. "He wants to know your favorite position." He grits, not even looking in my direction.

I outwardly roll my eyes and take the phone off him while feeling sick to my stomach.

If I type what I actually like then I will never feel that way again because i will always be thinking of him. But if I tell him I don't care then he will probably choose something insane...

To Riggs:

Missionary, sir - Gracie.

From Riggs:

Don't lie to me, Gracie.

To Riggs:

I'm not.

Dylan's phone starts to ring in my hands and I click answer when I see the caller ID is 'Riggs'.

"Put me on speaker." He demands.

I do as he says.

"Why are you lying to me, Gracie? I know you have whored yourself around enough to find a good position." I can hear the smirk in his voice.

"Yeah, well maybe I wouldn't have if you hadn't of raped me." I scoff.

"Watch your mouth or I'll just have to shut you up myself. Get a good night's sleep, you'll need it. Oh, and Gracie?" The authority in his voice makes me sink into my chair.

"Yeah?" I mumble.

"Remember, I like you in pastel clothes and lace underwear." And then he hangs up. I hand the phone back to a very angry and silent Dylan.