Hellions: Badlands: Next Generation Page 16

  Hand snaking up into my hair, he grabbed a fistful.

  He proceeded to fuck my ass until my legs gave out, and my pussy clenched around his digits.

  He came all over my back with an animalistic growl when he was done, swirling some into my skin and bringing the rest to my mouth to suck off his fingers. Our taste combined was sweet and salty, something I would happily consume.

  Gentle as ever, he held me from behind for a few minutes, trailing kisses across my bare shoulder to my jaw line, laughing as softly as my body continued to shudder.

  We were sweaty, bloody, and all around filthy. These we were the good times we grabbed hold of in the midst of the bad. It would always be wrong to some people, but for us it felt incredibly right.

  We were both made up of jagged edges and empty spaces, tragically perfect for one another.

  I wasn’t entirely sure why Zane and I were required at this meeting, but Nyx wanted me here and so did her Dad, so here I was.

  Zane and Addy were on my left, the asshole was being somewhat respectful and not feeling her up in front of her father.

  Luce, Ice, and Cam were there too. So was some small brunette I had never seen before. Demon was here too, sitting beside Addie’s sister, which was fitting since both of them were like a pair of fucking Zombies these days. Neither would talk about what happened.

  Zane and I were giving Demon space, letting him work through it in his head and then come to us when he was ready.

  It was still hard seeing him like this. He was always a lively kid who carried a dark side like the rest of us. That liveliness was gone, leaving a darkness I was well acquainted with behind. Not to mention I had my own shit to work through still.

  I hadn’t dealt with losing Trix yet, or that Greer was missing along with Darrian. I didn’t want to. I didn’t want to fucking process she was gone, that Greer could end up like Ace, or that Darrian was another Gwen. So for the time being I ignored it, focused on other shit.

  Like the current discussion.

  Listening to the first generation speak, I began to get an inkling of where they were going with this.

  “There are too many variables we don’t know,” Cobra voiced, eyeing each of us.

  The man looked put together for a man who had to be going through hell inside. That may have had more to do with the Blue haired woman holding his hand.

  “That’s an understatement,” Addy scoffed, earning a look from her mom.

  I smothered a laugh and tried to follow along when Romero started to speak.

  “Until we know exactly what is going on with this A.R.C faction and what part they play in all of this, what the status of the Stags are and what the fuck Sam thinks he’s doing, we’ve decided collectively it would be best for you all to get away from here for a bit.”

  His dark stare looked towards Zane and I. “All of you.”

  I didn’t give two fucks what he wanted. I would go with Nyx regardless.

  She shifted beside me, returning her mom’s small smile from across the room. Damn, the two of them could be twins.

  “And where exactly are we going?” Zane was the first to ask.

  Luce smiled first, matching the smile now on his father’s face. Cam smiled next, which was creepy as fuck because he’d been sitting here this entire time barely blinking.

  “Of course they knew about this already,” Nyx muttered.

  Addie’s mom was the one who announced it.

  “You’re going back to where it all began.”

  Subtly glancing over at Zane, he had the same silent question as me.

  Where the fuck was that?

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  (PROLOGUE)

  They preached I was divine purity, the answer to all of their prayers. My sacrifice would bring them power, wealth, and end the famine that plagued their precious flocks.

  All these promises fell from the tongues of liars. There was nothing holy about me.

  They took the child of a devout sinner and trained her to be a saint. A bloodstained halo was placed atop my head to complete the false prophecy. One mishap saw me punished and locked in a cage until it was time for the next act. Their key to happiness rested at my unwilling feet.

  This was my life.

  Until it wasn't.

  Suddenly alone, desperate and lost in darkness, that is where they found me.

  One a devil, the other a demon, both royalty to a religion that followed no moral code and lacked all regard for boundaries.

  They were everything I was meant to hate, but in their brutal carnage I found peace.

  They took my tragedy and gave me joy. Took my pain and turned it to power.

  My soul was split in two, each of them holding a part of me captive.

  That bloodstained halo was decimated and replaced with a crown of flesh and bone.

  As we rose the Badlands plummeted, straight into anarchy and war.