Lethal ( On hold Continued on Wattpad )

Raven Acker is a 18-year old girl with no family. Her brother took her into his gang and she got put as a baiter. Her gang gets over run and she is taken in by the most dangerous gang in England and she falls in love with the leader, Mason King. See what happens when she joins their deadly gang. Will she survive? (This book is on hold and continued on wattpad info below: > Title is still Lethal > Im the author and I do not have a co author > My user on wattpad is _That_Hipster_Girl_ Hope to see you there!! ***Mature Content***


4. Chapter 4

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“I'm not afraid of death; I just don't want to be there when it happens.”


After three days of spending time with Blake, I had to leave. I knew I couldn’t stay in one place for a long period of time. So I slipped away quietly in the middle of the night. I went to a motel room just outside of Oxford. It wasn’t the best but it’ll do. Currently, I was laying on the hard mattress. It was 1:00 and I haven’t even slept for 1 minute. I was too scared. Wondering if they would come for me while I sleeping.


I was lucky Mason and the others hasn’t caught me yet. And quite frankly, I wished that they weren’t looking for me. But of course they would be, Mason made it pretty clear when he told me that I was going to be the baiter for their gang. Just then I heard a knock on my door, which made me jump up so fast. “Room Service!” Called a women.


I took a deep breath and opened the door slowly. “Would you like anything ma’am?” Said a perky blonde maid. She had a perfect body and looked like she was in her mid-twenties. “No thanks.” I replied and shut the door, making sure to lock it.


Wait... why is there a maid coming around at 1:00 in the morning…


I quickly pushed the thought out of my mind and made my way over to the bed. I stripped the covers off of the motel bed and climbed in, waiting for my alarm to go off. In that time, I think I fell asleep because I woke up to the sound of my annoying alarm.


I didn’t even get to acknowledge my surroundings, before my stomach growled. I groan and think back to when the last time I ate. I’m pretty sure it was last night. I get up and put on sweat pants and a T-shirt that Blake lent me.


I open the door and make my way downstairs stopping mid-way when I hear a voice. The voice that scares the living shit out of me. “Where is she!” Mason screamed, at the helpless maid.


“I-I don’t know.” She stuttered, probably scared shit-less. I didn’t hear anymore before I ran back up to the room and slammed the door leaning against it. I didn’t notice the breath I was holding in till I let it out.


They are here.


And they want me.


I heard banging on my door, I ran and hid under the bed. A couple minutes later I  hear my door being tore down. I was shaking uncontrollably.


I’m going to die.


I’m going to die.


I’m going to die.


I repeated over and over again in my head. “Find her!” Mason barked and I hear footsteps running around. I cringe when a vase broke.


I’m going to die.


I’m going to die.


I shake when my bedroom door comes down and I see footsteps. Pillows and the comforter fell on the floor and I shake uncontrollably. I put my hand over my mouth to control my sobs.


Come out Raven. Don’t be stubborn!” Mason yelled, his voice echoing through the room. My hand falls from my mouth and a sob comes out. The voices stopped and came to the foot of the tiny bed.


Someone got on their knees and leaned down. I met with Mason’s cold painful eyes. “Don’t hurt me.” I say, my voice barely audible. He looked at me for a second before grabbing my arms and yanking me from under the bed.


I whimper in pain as I get held against the wall by my neck. I look into his eyes and they held an emotion that was unknown to me. I was slowly losing air and was kicking and struggling in his grip. “Please.” I choke out. My eyes were watering and I was barely breathing.


Just before I was about to pass out he let go. I hit the ground and was struggling for air. I felt like I was dieing. After a couple minutes I regained my composure. I stood up and punched Brandon straight in the face. Mason went outside to smoke a cigarette.


It took Brandon by surprise before I ran into the tiny closet and locked myself in. Sobs racked my weakened form as Brandon and Eli banged on the closet door trying to get in. “Bloody hell Raven!” I heard Mason say. The banging stopped and the handle of the tiny closet turned. I looked for a way to get out.


I looked around b there was nothing. A little handle caught my attention on the ceiling. I grabbed the tiny stool and pulled the handle.


Please let this be a way out.

I climbed into it and a couple minutes of crawling and coughing I made it into the lobby.


Holy shit.


I got to my feet and ran. I didn’t get far until my head was banged into the concrete and I was being dragged away.




Why, Why! Raven.




Why would you run!




I wake up with a pounding headache. I try to move but something restricts my arms from moving. I start panicing when I feel my legs being restricted too.


It was dark and I couldn’t see anything. Suddenly the door open and light poured into the tiny room. I took this time to notice my surrounding. It was a small white room with stained walls. Beside the table I was tied too, was a little tray.


A Whip?


A Paddle?


What the-?


My thoughts were interrupted by a voice. “Glad you're awake.” Mason says. I blush when I realized something. I was in my bra and panties. Great. The door closed and I was greeted by darkness once again. Something clicked and a small light came on my eyes met Mason’s cold eyes.


He just looked at me. No emotion showing at all. He looked away and I did too. “Raven.” He called my name which made my insides churn. I heard metal rattle as he got something off the little tray. I see it out of my peripheral vision, the whip.


I struggle trying to get out of this position. “Raven. Stop struggling you're going to make it worse.” He says, I feel the ropes on my wrist and feet tighten painfully.


I hissed in pain.


“ Raven. STOP.” Mason commands. I kept going, panicking, wanting to be swallowed away by the darkness. The ties on my limbs kept getting deeper and deeper into my skin. But that wasn’t what hurt me. It’s the whip that crashed down on my leg that stung like hell.


“Ah!” I cried out. Tears were beginning to spill out of my eyes. “I told you to stop.” Mason said, as I press my forehead against the cool metal. My breathing speeds up as he starts talking again. “You ran away, you will be punished. Maybe it will teach you not to run away again.” He said as he brung the whip down onto the opposite leg.


I yelp in pain as a tear slides down my cheek. “Stop struggling!” He said, bringing the whip back down on the same leg. In the same exact spot. I held my breath. “Why did you run?” I could hear the pain in his voice. “You know why I ran!” I scream. “Do you not understand!” I was enraged. “I don’t want to be here! I never wanted to!” I was struggling even more. That caused him to crash the whip on my hip. I grit my teeth. Suddenly the door opened again. Silence. “Brandon...I told you not to bother me.” Mason’s cold voice scared me.


“Sorry sir, something came in.” Brandon said. The whip hit me one more time, it was then placed back on the rack. Mason walked out of the room. Brandon stayed. He didn’t say anything, he just stared at me.


“Are you gonna say something or just stand there and stare at me like a perv?” “Well for someone who just felt the wrath of Mason King, you're still a feisty little thing.” Brandon joked. “Don’t worry. I won’t steal your part. You’ll still be his little bitch.” I smirk. Silence. The ties around my wrists loosened and Brandon grabbed my arms to help me up. I held onto his wrist tighter as the wounds touched the surface I was previously laying on.


Brandon looked at me like a poor helpless puppy. I scolded him. “What?! Ever seen a girl in pain?” ”Yeah, but I’m usually inside of her.” He joked. I sarcastically smirked at him. “Awww. You think you’re that big.” I say. He chuckled. “I know I’m that big” He says coming closer. My eyes widened. “Would you like to have a look?” Brandon asked.


“No.” I say sternly. He came breathtakingly close and looked from my eyes to my lips and back to my eyes. Suddenly, the door swung open and appeared, Mason. Brandon jumped back, obviously startled. “Out now Brandon.” Mason said, calmly. Only, his eyes showed something completely different. Brandon quickly moved out the door.


“ I know what was about to happen.” Mason said. I remained silent. I was not going to talk to that prick. Not after what he just did to me. “I know you're happy I saved you from that idiot kissing you.” He said. “Actually I’m not. I wanted to kiss him and you ruined that moment from happening.” Shit. I talked. I should have kept my mouth shut. Damn my smart ass comebacks. “Fine. How about I bring him in here so you can kiss him in front of me!” He says storming out.


















The door opens again and Brandon gets pushed in the small room. He looks at me with sorry eyes. Mason is behind him rage shown in his face. “Go ahead!! Kiss him!” Mason shouted. Brandon looked at me. I looked at him.


“Well!” Mason shouted, pushing Brandon against me making me fall to the ground and hit the whip wounds. “Ah fuck!” I shouted. Brandon held out his hand for me to grab, and I did. I just wanted this all to be over so I did the only thing to do. I grabbed Brandon’s hair and pushed his face to mine, kissing him, which surprisingly wasn’t that bad.


We pulled away. I looked at Mason. He looked like he could kill at any moment. “There. I kissed him. You happy?” I screamed. Mason just walked out of the room. Brandon looked away from me and handed me some clothes. I thanked him. He left the room after that. I slowly put on the clothes. My body just hurt so bad. It felt like I could just collapse at any minute. I had just finished putting the clothes on when Mason barged in. He came up to me and grabbed my arm forcefully dragging me out the door. I screamed out in pain but that didn’t stop him. “Let go of me!” I screamed. He let go throwing me into the room. This time I made sure I wouldn’t land on my wounds.


“What the fuck was that?” Mason asked. “What? Kissing Brandon? You told me to do it.” I replied. “ Well. I didn’t mean it.” “What does that mean!” I say. To be honest I was so confused.


How are you going to tell someone to do something, then after they do it, say that they weren’t supposed to? Thats just messed up. I was so mad. “It means I was bluffing!” He says. “Well maybe bluffing isn’t working for you!” I yell, getting closer to him. “Oh yeah?!” He yells, clenching his teeth, coming closer.


“Why do you even care?!” I yell. “Well, if you didn’t really mean to kiss him then kiss me!” He says, pulling me closer and kissing me on the lips. I immediately responded to the kiss.



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