Romans & histoires Bully Wade

“Sir, from the reports we have, she’s going to be of no use to you. Her father didn’t say such great things about her and from her actions at the auction, she’s going to be trouble.” “So what do you think?” He swallowed hard. “I think we should send her away.” Another word for kill her. Not happening. At least, not yet. “I need a release before I make any decision, Harren. Do you understand that?” His Adam's apple bobbed in his throat. He nodded. “Yes sir.” The moment he left, I scoffed. I am Charles Wade— not because it is my real name but because Charles Wade is the only man in history who has gotten away with all forms of vile things.

Jaden wanted to retaliate, to tell him that the woman he trusted so much was scheming behind his back, using his name, but the words caught in his throat. The man wore a navy blue suit; despite the gray streaks in his hair, he exuded a sinister aura. A flashy watch adorned his left wrist, which he checked with impatience. His name was Samuel Anderson—a businessman by day, a ruthless criminal by night. “Yes, I know that,” Jaden said, feeling defeated.

I grinned at my boys, who were all looking nervous except for Mancini. I'd warned, I warned them all that my kid was a whole other breed of fucked up, but they all, to a man, claimed she was just a baby. My phone rang on my hip with the first strains of The Dark Army by Rok Nardin. Mengele's demented ass was calling. "It's in the bunny." I snapped my fingers at the boys to get their attention. "How do you know?" "I know." "Ryder, does your ex have a bunny?"

He told me. A monster. He is really a monster. Who would relish on someone else's pain? Who would love seeing people cry? Especially a girl? How is that normal? I just don't understand what I did to him that will require such wickedness from him, I did nothing to him, I did nothing wrong. "Please... please Ace, you are hurting me." I whispered. I wanted to shout. I didn't want to look weak to him. but my uncle and his wife are not the kind of people to believe it when I tell them that Ace was actually bullying me.

They nod at the freedom granted and sluggishly return to their positions, Kaleb included. The silent footfalls following my lead send a reminder that Wade is still by me as we descend the stairs. I pick a spot at random, and we get to settling down. “What the hell was that guy’s problem?” Wade fumes as he throws objects to the floor hard. The hand wrap roll blasts into the air as it is bounced off the box.

She demands, sounding whiny, hiding behind her alphas bulging biceps. “Enough! Trudy. Leave.” Wade says, standing and walking over to me. He towers over me at a massive 6’3 to my 5’6. He looks down, trying to intimidate me, but that’s not an easy feat to do so I sweetly smirk at his efforts. “I do not need a guardian. I deny your protection.” He says, locking eyes with mine, a challenge lingering in his gaze. Oh, I do love a challenge. “We will see, Wade.” Going up on my toes, I bring my face a measly inch from his. I intentionally leave out his title, Alphas hate that and I can see the rage at the insult. I smile brightly at him. I’m already winning.

Adron said, unbothered by my show. I turned to look at Wade. His eyes were full of fear as he looked at me and down at my stomach. I didn’t even flinch as I took a step forward, punching him in the stomach, sending me back towards Jet. I saw Jet whisper something in his ear and the acceptance across Wade’s face as I landed another blow to his stomach. He landed on the ground, his back was arched due to the pain. Vines started forming around his arms and ankles, holding him in place. A rather thick vine rose above his head and plunged into his throat. Gargling noises could be heard across the field, as everyone was dead silent. Watching the sickening scene. Soon, Wade fell quiet.

Wade could not turn back. *

“Make him suffer. Don’t stop until he begs for death.” Ace hesitated. “Boss—” “Do it,” Wade snapped, his glare cutting like a blade. “I don’t care how. Just make him wish he’d never been born.” As he walked toward the door, the fury inside him hardened into a dark resolve. Lance might have outplayed him. He might have even won this round. But the game wasn’t over. “They’ve woken the beast,” Wade murmured to himself, his voice low, almost a promise. “No more playing nice.”

I’m willing to try anything as long as I’m still able to give my Doms what we all need. I never would have thought that this is where my life would lead, especially when Jace became my Bully. Even though at that time, when I thought my life was miserable, it was setting me up to be able to live the best life possible. And it has been, I’ve been extremely happy with Jace, and Jude is the whipped cream on top; I can have my cake and eat it too.