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  MERCILESS PUNKS

  DOLLS AND DOUCHEBAGS PART THREE

  MADELINE FAY

  CONTENTS

  Trigger Warning

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Epilogue

  Author’s Note

  Stalking Links for Madeline Fay

  About Madeline Fay

  Copyright @ 2022 Madeline Fay

  Merciless Punks (Dolls and Douchebags Part Three)

  Dark, Bully, Why Choose Romance

  First Publication: May 1st ,2022 (Live release)

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  TRIGGER WARNING

  This is a dark, bully theme, and enemies-to-lovers romance story ending with a cliffhanger. A why choose romance where the heroine won’t have to choose between her different love interests.

  This book contains graphic and violent scenes, including rape, physical and emotional violence, child abuse, swearing, sexual scenes, PTSD, and MM. Suitable only for readers aged 18+.

  Chapter Ten contains light MM

  Spoiler: This series does NOT contain cheating.

  Please do not take this warning lightly if you are sensitive to any of the triggers listed above.

  This is Part Three of Dolls and Douchebags, which does end with a HEA eventually.

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  Rig

  “I need you to do this one last favor for me before it’s too late.” I lean against the hood of my car, tossing the wrench onto the workbench when silence meets me on the other end of the phone. “Pike, I’m running out of time.”

  I’m fucking desperate and I know he can hear it in my tone, I’m practically begging here.

  “We shouldn’t even be talking over the phone. It’s too dangerous. If he finds out…” Pike trails off, his voice raspy because he knows that if Payne finds out… we’re both dead.

  “This will be my last favor, brother. He’s watching her too closely. I thought I had time but she’s growing into a woman now. You know what that means. Especially since she doesn’t look like him. Everyone can see it, man. I’ve run out of options.” I run my hand through my long hair, noticing the grey strands that weren't there a few years ago.

  Time is flying by. I’m not as young as I used to be, nor am I strong enough to take care of my most important treasure.

  “When?” That’s all Pike says as he draws out a long breath.

  “I’d say right fucking now but too many eyes on her at the moment. That fucking kid keeps following her around even when she doesn’t notice. I don’t like it, the way he stares at her. Fucking hell, I’ve even told him to stay away from her but he just looks at me with these dead, blue eyes.” I push off the hood of the car and start to pace while looking left and right to make sure the garage is empty.

  “I’ll see what I can do. This is my last favor, my friend. I have my own club to worry about, I can’t start a war with Payne. Hell’s Devils doesn’t compare in numbers. Plus my boy is the only thing left I have and I’m not willing to lose him no matter what.” Pike gets straight to the point, telling me that he’ll cut all connections for the sake of his son.

  “I understand. Just find me a way for her to disappear, a place where he can’t find her. She’ll be sixteen soon and I don’t want this life for her. She’s already seen the hardships and the way the world works by being here at the compound. I want something better for her where she’ll never have to fear or look over her shoulder.” I pause at the sound of the garage door opening, heading over to the bay doors and finding no one there but the empty parking lot.

  “Give me a week.” Pike lets out a heavy sigh over the phone. I can picture him opening his desk drawer and pulling out a bottle of whiskey.

  Being the president of a motorcycle club ages you fast, it’s one thing after another but I’m glad he has my back. I’ll always owe him for what he did sixteen years ago but I might just owe him my life now. I hear a bang and whip my head towards the sound only to find that kid staring at me from across the lot by the fire barrels.

  “A Demon Jokers owes you one. I have to go.” I end the call without looking away from him, his face cast in shadows from the dancing flames of the fire as he lights a cigarette.

  He inhales and holds it in for a second too long before blowing the smoke towards my direction. Blue eyes hold mine without blinking and I swear I see a crack of a smile before he tosses the bud of his cigarette into the fire and walks back into the building without looking back.

  I lean my shoulder against the garage door opening as the psychopath kid walks away, I rub my hand over my chest, the pressure tight.

  Fucking Cruz.

  Gazing around, I make sure my precious treasure isn’t hanging around with Cruz and sigh with relief when I don’t see her outside. Feeling my heart racing, I grab the chain-link above my head and close up the garage bay door before heading inside. I have to keep an eye on her at all times; something keeps telling me that she’s going to get hurt and I won’t be here to save her.

  Impending doom.

  Tillie

  Why does the sound of a zipper being lowered hit me like a gunshot going off and make my whole body shake like the end of a rattlesnake’s tail? I hate how the mind can be triggered by just a smell, a word, or a sound. Fuck if the noise of Payne’s pants zipper slowly lowering doesn’t make my mouth burn with bile. What’s happening to me this very minute, seconds from being violated again, has my limbs frozen in stark fear. Everything he just said is whipping through my brain, trying to cut me open to get into my mind and leave me stuck with only my own voice to keep me company.

  “Wh–what do you mean? I don’t… No! You’re lying...” I trail off on a broken whisper, my body going completely flush until it feels like someone dropped a bucket of ice-cold water over me and leaving the meat suit I’m wearing numb.

  It’s like I’ve been placed in a body that isn’t mine and I’m left with not knowi
ng who I am. I should be jumping for joy, thanking a faceless God that Payne isn’t my father. Instead, I feel cheated. Why have me go through the same torment all those years, making me feel like I’ve only been a piece of trash placed in front of him when in reality I could have had a father that would cherish me? It’s funny how life works that way but I’m still not laughing. Maybe the loud, crazed laughter echoing around the kitchen is mine but who knows? It could all just be in my head because I truly think I’m crashing at a rapid speed, watching everything in slow motion just before I realize it’s all happening within a blink of an eye. I’m almost at the point of not caring what the outcome is anymore.

  “You think my daughter would be a slut like you? You’re just like your mother, willing to open her legs for anyone, and now I’ll be ripping through your tight pussy to get a taste of what’s mine. I fed you, clothed you, put a roof over your goddamn head. It’s only fair I sink my dick into what I rightfully own,” Payne taunts while sliding a knife through the back strap of my bra and leaving me naked except for the thin pair of underwear that I wish was glued to my body.

  “Is that why you let your men rape me? Make me feel like I was nothing? Nothing. Nothing. Nothing.” I keep repeating that one stupid word like a scratched record as the back of my neck is held down by the palm of Payne’s hand.

  I guess I have my answer as to why I’ve always called him by his first name instead of Dad. He never felt like one and didn’t deserve the title. My gaze connects with Dalton’s and I realize I’ve been staring at him this whole time while losing my mind. Maybe this is just a horrible nightmare, where all my truths come out to play while the guy with the violet eyes watches my past repeat itself right in front of him as he slowly bleeds to death.

  Please don’t die. Don’t die in front of me like this.

  “Tillie.” Payne grabs my neck and roughly brings me to a standing position with my back arched as my bra slides down my arms, exposing my breasts to Whiskey and Poe and their disgusting, lust-filled eyes. “You are nothing. I just had to remind you and set an example. You can thank your whore of a mother for that.” His voice is like slick oil on my skin that I desperately want to wash off.

  If I could, I’d vomit all over the quartz counters but I can’t even draw in a proper breath to try. Lead sits heavy in my stomach and the sharp, stinging pain that trails down my collarbone to my hip bone tells me I’m wide awake. Maybe if I focus on something to block out everything, I can live through this again. Why would I want to though? What more is there for me? I remember that stupid fucking nail in the basement ceiling and how it gave me the sanity to escape but that part of my mind I hold onto is going to crack this time around.

  My body was used like a rag doll, being tossed and turned on numb limbs as if my body wasn’t my own. I really did die that day. The only thing that my eyes connect with are Dalton’s and it’s the sheer madness, uncontrolled rage shining in his gaze that grounds me.

  It says fight.

  Live.

  You would think that another cut on my body, another scar, wouldn’t hurt me since I’m used to it but it still brings tears to my eyes. I won’t give Payne my voice though, it’s the one thing I have left. Knowing he’s digging his dirty nails down my skin, drawing blood, fills me with disgust. It’s like he’s trying to mark me until he’s embedded in my soul so I’ll always feel dirty and be reminded of him.

  “Dalton,” I choke out quietly, feeling my unblinking eyes fill with more tears as Payne cups the front of my underwear, groping me tightly through the thin material.

  Just when he starts to slide my panties to the side, Poe rubbing his hands together like he’s in for a fine meal, and Whiskey groaning as he palms his hard-on, the sound of the garage door creaking on its hinges makes everyone freeze.

  “Whiskey, door. Poe, on the other side.” Payne barks out orders in a rough voice but doesn’t move from behind me as he snaps the elastic of my panties back in place.

  He doesn’t seem to have any fear, thinking he can get away with anything as if he’s God himself. I can’t wait for the day he realizes he can bleed too, so I can watch the light fade from his eyes. I’m counting down those days when I’m strong enough to be the one delivering his death.

  I don’t dare to move an inch as the garage door to the mudroom opens and shuts. The sound of Diana’s high laugh and the clicking of her heels makes my eyes connect with Dalton’s again. Seeing his gaze already burning into mine helps remind me I’m not completely alone this time. Though I’d rather he not see what’s coming, I have to swallow the shame because no one really wants someone to know their deepest, darkest secrets. To have them exposed. I wanted to tell my life story in my own time but I guess plans don’t always go how we want them to. Dalton keeps slowly shaking his head from side to side, blinking rapidly as his chin keeps dropping to his chest. He’s going to pass out soon and maybe that’s a good thing, he won’t have to see my body being raped. He keeps grinding his teeth around the gag in his mouth, baring his white teeth and straining his body around the ropes as if trying to find the strength to break free. I know he’s in pain on the outside and inside by the haunted shadow in his violet eyes. If I could, I’d stab Payne in the exact same spot he stabbed Dalton, over and over and over again. Dalton is in pain because of me. This is all my fault. Had it not been for me, Dalton’s dad wouldn’t be dead. The guy I’m starting to really care about wouldn’t be bleeding out in front of me while strapped to a chair. Logan wouldn’t be knocked out upstairs. I’ve done nothing but bring them pain. I’m a disturbance they never needed.

  All of it is my fucking fault.

  Diana’s laughter cuts off to a sudden halt, her voice caught on a gasp as she stares at Payne like she’s seen a ghost.

  “You dare enter my house! Do you know who the fuck I am? Fucking Demon Jokers scum!” Franco’s sudden angry, booming shout makes me jump and I turn my head to see him standing, frozen in place by the fridge with a gun pointed to the side of his head.

  “Like we give a fuck who you are. I’m the guy holding a gun to your fucking head, seconds away from splattering your brain all over the place.” Whiskey smirks, his yellow teeth flashing, making me cringe as he digs the gun harder against Franco’s temple.

  “Well, well. It’s been a long time hasn’t it, Diana? So this is where you’ve been hiding? In a life of expensive shit and a big house over your head. I thought you would be rotting in a gutter somewhere but I should have known you’d spread those legs for anything or anyone with money,” Payne sneers, his rotting breath filling my lungs as he leans over my shoulder to rest his chin there as he taunts Diana.

  “Y–you can’t be here. It’s not possible. I’ve hidden and covered all my tracks,” Diana whispers in agony before flashing her eyes to me, taking in my naked state with a grimace and disgust outlined on her face.

  “You're all dead men. I’m going to put a bullet in each of you,” Franco states calmly, but his clenched jaw gives away how pissed he really is.

  You don’t take away control from a man like Franco who’s had a taste of power, he’ll do anything to keep it from being stolen from him. Anything.

  “It’s almost laughable how you think I’m here for you, Diana, but the timing couldn’t be more perfect. You’ll get to watch while I have my way with your daughter, but I think I’ll let the man of the house have the first taste. What do you say, Franco? You want a taste of this sweet pussy?” Payne makes sure to face me fully towards Franco, causing me to flinch as his eyes can’t help but roam up and down my body before his expression hardens.

  “No!” Diana shouts as Poe grabs her from behind and locks his arms around her with a laugh as she starts bucking wildly in his grip and something in my chest tightens as I think she’s trying to fight to save me but once again I’m fooled. “Let him go, Payne, Franco has nothing to do with this. He and I will walk out of here and not say anything,” she pleads desperately.

  I look away from her gaze when it collides wi
th mine, seeing her lips twisting with rage. Can’t say I blame her. I brought the devil to her doorstep when all I wanted was to find someplace safe to call my own. Poe tightens his grip on her and shoves her arms behind her back while roughly grabbing her chin so she can’t look away from me.

  “Can’t pass up some sweet pussy and let me tell you… she’s tight as fuck.” Whiskey laughs as he cocks the gun and places it at the back of Franco’s head to make him move around the kitchen island until he’s a few feet away from me.

  “Remember this moment, Tillie. Your actions caused deaths like Doris and a trail of blood of Hell’s Devils to find you here. You’ll take whatever I throw at you. Now be a good girl and spread your legs apart so your stepfather can shove his tongue inside your cunt. Maybe if you're really good, I’ll tell you who your real dad is,” Payne whispers in my ear, making me feel like cement is holding my feet down as I drown in my mind. I can somewhat hear over the buzzing in my ears as Dalton screams behind his gag, but all I can focus on is Franco being kicked behind his knees to fall in front of me.

  I see his cold eyes staring at Payne for a split second, promising death but what has me sucking in a ragged breath is the desire he’s trying to hide behind a blank expression as he finally gazes up into my eyes.

  A loud thump above our heads makes Franco’s lips curl at the edges in the beginning of a grin before it’s gone. It takes me a second to realize that not once has he asked about Logan’s whereabouts.