Wicked games, p.1
Wicked Games, page 1
WICKED GAMES
SILVERCREST U
BOOK 1
WILLOW DIXON
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CONTENTS
Author Note
Content Warning
Prologue
1. Killian
2. Felix
3. Killian
4. Felix
5. Killian
6. Killian
7. Felix
8. Killian
9. Felix
10. Felix
11. Killian
12. Felix
13. Killian
14. Killian
15. Felix
16. Killian
17. Felix
18. Killian
19. Felix
20. Killian
21. Felix
22. Killian
23. Killian
24. Felix
25. Killian
26. Felix
27. Killian
28. Killian
29. Felix
30. Felix
31. Killian
32. Killian
Epilogue
Books By Willow Dixon
About Me
AUTHOR NOTE
Hi, just wanted to interrupt your reading for a quick second to mention a few things about this story, and series, that you might want to know before diving into it.
First, these stories are very different from what you’ve come to expect from one of my books. These boys are over the top, have dubious morals, and are all about the type of toxic love that’s only healthy in fiction. They’re ruthless when they need to be, assholes when they want to be, and they live in a world where there are almost no rules when it comes to not just getting what they want, but also protecting what they have.
This book also has a lot of triggers (like a lot of them) and it also explores kinks that not everyone will enjoy. It’s spicy and steamy and will hopefully make you squirm a bit when you read it, but it also has lots of (the non-naked kind) of action, some sweeter moments, and a strong sense of family to go along with all the heat and steam.
If you’d like to see the list of trigger warnings, you can flip to the next page to make sure this story is for you. If that’s not your thing, then skip head, sit back, and enjoy the ride.
~Willow
CONTENT WARNING
This book contains scenes and subject matter that not everyone will be comfortable reading about, including:
Acts of violence committed against an MC
Acts of violence committed by MCs and their inner circle
Suicidal thoughts and ideation
Prescription drug abuse
Recreational drug abuse
Forced drug use (not between MCs)
Underage drinking
A neglectful and emotionally distant parent
Discussions and depictions of the death of a parent, stepparent, and half-siblings
Bullying and harassment of one MC (please note that this isn’t a bully book, but there are instances of bullying between the MCs, and between one MC and other side/secondary characters)
Cheating (not between MCs)
Some homophobia (not between MCs or their inner circle)
Kink, including:
Fighting as foreplay
Degradation as a form of dirty talk
Breathplay
Choking and restricting blood flow
Domination and bratting
Marking and claiming
PROLOGUE
Felix
I’ve often wondered how many worst days of my life I’m going to have to live through. Every time I’m sure that day has happened, the universe says “Hold my beer,” and tears another piece of my soul—and my sanity—away.
It’s been ten days since I got the news that forever altered my life. Ten days since my world was shattered, and that day was nothing compared to today.
That’s when I learned my father, stepmother, half-sister, and half-brother were killed in a car accident. Today I’m standing in a cemetery, staring at four coffins and saying goodbye to the family I never got a chance to be part of.
I’m so numb I barely hear the cleric as he drones on, reciting the cut-and-paste words that are supposed to offer comfort. They only serve to fuel the deep pit of despair that’s been growing inside me for as long as I can remember.
Numbness is my only defense, the only way to get up each morning and pretend like I’m not half a step from losing my mind and letting go of the iron-clad control I’ve spent my entire life perfecting.
Shutting down my emotions and never letting anyone see what’s truly in my heart and mind is the only way I’ll survive in a world I never asked to be part of.
Soft sobs and loud sniffles punctuate the air as the priest calls people forward to lay roses on the caskets in a final act of farewell.
I grip the four snow-white roses in my hand so tight my knuckles crack and the thorns dig painfully into my skin. I squeeze harder, needing more of that pain. I need to feel something to remind me I’m still alive, even if I spend my days wishing I wasn’t.
Something wet drips across the fingers of my clenched fist, and the metallic scent of blood tickles my nose. Instead of loosening my grip, I squeeze harder, grinding the thorns into my torn skin, and welcome the pain as a line forms in front of the caskets.
I watch as person after person places a rose on each of the coffins. I don’t join the line. I’ve already said my goodbyes, and putting flowers on the caskets of my family isn’t going to magically give me closure or make the emptiness go away.
The priest pauses and looks at me, his expression unsure, and motions to the caskets.
I don’t move. I can feel everyone’s eyes on me, feel their judgment and their disdain as the priest continues with his prepared speech about how my family is together in the afterlife and looking down on us. About how today isn’t a day for sorrow or sadness, but one to celebrate their lives instead of mourning their deaths.
I set my features in a blank mask and tune him out again. It’s easy for him to talk about celebrating life when it’s not his family that’s about to be put into the ground.
The ceremony concludes with a few final words, and the priest tosses clumps of dirt over the bed of roses covering each casket.
The crowd starts murmuring, the soft din of voices unnatural in the quiet cemetery. I know they’re looking at me and judging me for not crying or mourning the way they think I should. I know they’re thinking terrible things about me for not showing them my pain or making a scene like some of my stepmother’s family did.
I fix my gaze on a point in the distance as people drift away from the gravesite. I can feel their eyes on me again, but I just grip the flowers and relish the stings of pain that shoot up my arm and each drop of blood that drips from my fist.
No one here matters. They can judge me all they want, think whatever they want. I don’t give a flying fuck about any of them, and I can’t wait until I never have to see any of their faces ever again.
Finally, after what feels like forever, I’m alone at the gravesite.
The cemetery doesn’t lower caskets into the ground while people are watching, and instead they wait until after the service is over. I vaguely remember the funeral director saying it’s because they’ve had a few incidents where people have flung themselves into graves. But my memories aren’t always reliable when I’m in survival mode, so who knows if that’s the real reason or if my brain just decided it was.
There’s a celebration of life happening at my stepmother’s parent’s house, but I won’t be going. I know I’m not welcome.
With more effort than should be necessary, I uncurl my fist, my fingers aching and my palm and fingers burning from the many puncture wounds dotting my hand.
The roses fall to the ground and land in a small pile, the stems smeared with blood.
Turning on my heel, I head in the opposite direction of everyone el
1
KILLIAN
Throwing the door to my room open, I stalk inside. My cousins and best friends, Jace and Jax, follow me, their footsteps heavy against the gleaming wood floors.
“Babe,” my girlfriend, Natalie, says in her familiar whine as she slips through the open door before one of the twins can close it.
Heaving a sigh, I throw myself onto the ornamental settee in the center of the room. Jace and Jax sit on the couch, the only piece of furniture in here that’s actually comfortable outside of my bed, as Natalie scurries into the room in a blur of designer clothes and enough expensive perfume to make a pack-a-day smoker choke. Her ridiculously high heels click against the floor as she comes to a stop in front of me, her hands on her hips and her lip out in a pout.
“Where were you?” She blinks at me with big eyes, the way she does when she wants something.
“At a meeting,” I answer curtly. I’m not in the mood to deal with whatever drama she’s about to drop on me, especially not after what I learned earlier today.
“At the house?” She glances at the twins.
I nod.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” she asks, shifting her attention back to me. “I’ve been waiting forever.” Her lip comes out in another fake pout.
“Waiting for me?” I arch one eyebrow at her.
She nods demurely.
“Why?”
“Because you didn’t answer my texts. I was worried about you.” She adjusts the designer bag on her arm. It’s one of the half dozen I’ve given her in the three months we’ve been together, but since handbags are low on my list of things I care about, I have no clue when or why I gave her that particular one.
“So worried you came to my room to wait for me.” I speak slowly enough that her brow furrows, like she knows I’m getting at something but hasn’t quite figured out what.
“Yes.”
“Then why weren’t you outside my door?” Lifting one leg, I toss it across the settee and lean against the arm. The thing is ridiculously impractical and way too small for my six-foot-three frame, but it’s exactly what you’d expect to find in the dorm room of an elite private college where opulence is revered and traditions are a way of life.
“What?” Her voice takes on a slight wobble that tells me she knows exactly what I mean.
“If you were waiting for me, why weren’t you in front of my door when I got here?” I rest my arm across the back of the settee.
“Oh, that.” She laughs, the sound shrill and as fake as her earlier pouting. “William let me hang out in his room since I didn’t know how long you’d be.”
“Did he now?”
William lives across from me, and the only reason I don’t get my ass up and beat his face bloody is that I know nothing happened. William is a first-year initiate of the Rebels, the same frat Jace, Jax, and me are members of, and disrespecting me by touching my girlfriend would be more than enough reason to end not only him but also his pending membership.
The Rebels are the most powerful fraternity on campus, and like all of the Four Corners Houses, a Rebels membership is a golden ticket into some of the most exclusive and powerful circles in the world. No one, not even William, is dumb enough to risk their chances at being part of our legacy for anything, not even a round ass or a pair of perky tits.
“Yeah.” She nods, her glossy dark hair bouncing around her head in the perfect beach waves that are her signature look. “He was just being nice.”
“Why were you looking for me?” I ask, my tone still clipped.
“I wanted to see you.” Her expression goes from innocent to seductive. “I thought maybe we could spend some time together,” she purrs. “You’ve been so stressed out lately, and I want to help make it better.”
“Maybe later,” I say dismissively, not interested in what she’s offering.
Usually, losing myself in a willing body is the best way to get my head in order when I’m stressed or dealing with shit, but I have zero interest in her, or anyone, at the moment.
A flicker of anger breaks through her careful facade, but it’s gone a second later as she resumes her earlier pouting. “Are you sure? I got some new lingerie…” She lets that hang in the air.
I don’t miss the way her gaze flicks to the twins, or the flare of heat in them.
“You should go.” I point to the door. I’m used to people checking out my cousins wherever we go, but right now is not the time for her to be eye fucking them in front of me. “We have business we need to take care of.”
That’s a lie, but it’s the only way to get her to leave me alone without more pouting. Natalie knows that business is what keeps her in handbags and expensive gifts, so she never pushes back when I use that as an excuse to dismiss her.
She gives me a flirty little smile, but I can see in her eyes that she’s pissed off. “I’ll see you later?”
“Later.” I keep my answer vague.
“Tonight?” she asks hopefully.
I shake my head. I’m not going to be in the mood to see her, or anyone outside of the twins, tonight.
“Tomorrow?” she presses.
“Maybe. I’ll text you later.”
“Okay.” She looks between me and the twins, her smile faltering. “I’ll talk to you then.”
I upnod her. She stares at me for a few more seconds, like she’s waiting for me to say something, then spins on her heel with a huff and stalks out of my room, her high heels clicking obnoxiously in her wake.
“Dude,” Jace says as soon as the door closes behind her. “You need to cut her loose. Like, yesterday.”
Jax nods in agreement.
They might be identical, even down to the matching black shirts and dark jeans they’re wearing, but I can tell them apart with a single glance. Their differences are subtle, especially when they wear the same hairstyle, but they’re there if you know what to look for.
“Yeah.” I lean back against the settee and let out a disgruntled sigh. “I know. But it’s easier to just keep her on the hook than deal with the fallout.”
Jax shoots me a dubious look. “Are you sure about that? It’s not like she’s the only field to plow here.”
I snort-laugh. “Trust me when I say I’m not keeping her around for the sex.”
“That bad?” Jace asks, casually flipping out the blade of his butterfly knife in a blur of glinting metal as he rolls it over his knuckles in a complicated pattern that would leave my hand shredded if I tried it.
I shrug. “Mid, at best.”
“So why the fuck are you still with her?” Jax asks.
The twins might be like brothers to me, but we don’t really talk about personal stuff. I’ve been waiting for one of them to start this conversation for months.
“Like I said, it’s easier than dealing with the fallout of breaking up with her.”
They exchange a look.
“Our families have been trying to get us together for years,” I remind them. “Remember how hard my dad leaned on me over the summer? I’ll never hear the end of it if I dump her.”
“So you’re putting up with Gold Digger Barbie because your dad wants you to?” Jace expertly flips the blade around his hand in another blur of gleaming silver and the soft click of metal on metal.
“Essentially.” I roll my neck to try and get some of the lingering tension out. “And having a girlfriend keeps the rest of the social climbers away. Stick with the devil you know and all that.”
Jax leans back and crosses his arms over his chest. “Speaking of social climbers, when is little Fefe showing up?”
“Who the fuck knows,” I grumble, my bad mood intensifying.
“I still can’t believe they’re making you room with him.” Jace shakes his head and absently tosses his knife in the air. “Or why,” he adds as he catches it in his other hand and starts flipping it around his knuckles as easily as he did with his dominant hand.
“It’s school policy,” I grumble. “I had no idea having to room with your stepbrother after his family kicks it is in the rules, but apparently it is.”
“Can’t you just ask your dad to tell them to fuck off with their rules?” Jace asked. “It’s not like we don’t have any pull around here. Use your status as a founding legacy and get rid of him.”
