Chapter 33: continuation

'Nick?' I called him, but in response I heard only the noisy swaying of the trees due to the wind.

Deciding to bypass the house, I turned to the right, making sure that there was no one on this side of the house. The back of the house was also empty. Turning behind the wall again, I noticed a guy who was calmly smoking a cigarette, leaning against the wall. He didn't pay any attention to me, as if I wasn't even standing here.

'I called you,' I said softly, walking closer to him.

'Is this supposed to worry me?' He turned in my direction, exhaling smoke in my face.

I turned away sharply, grimacing at the unpleasant and pungent smell. Louis smirked as he inhaled the next batch of tobacco smoke into his lungs.

'Why did you do it?' The guy ignored my question, enjoying his cigarette. 'Do you want to go to the house? I can make tea.'

Nick threw away the cigarette, stepping on it with his shoes to finally extinguish the cigarette butt. Suddenly quickly turning to me, he strongly pressed me against the wall, pressing down with his body.

'You can make more than just tea with your hands, Hailey.'

I held out my hands, resting on his chest to push the guy away, but he raised them above my head, grabbing them hard in his grip and pinning them against the wall. I could not understand the meaning of his words and the meaning of such strange behavior. My heart was beating fast in my chest, and my body was already hurting from Nick' strong support.

'Let me go, what are you doing?' A harsh tone escaped my lips.

'Isn't the girl used to pain? Jay didn't make you get used to the pain that turned into pleasure?' I gasped at his words, he thought I was doing dirty business with Foster.

'Nick, let me go! There was nothing!' I yelled at him, but the guy quickly covered my mouth with his hand, rudely shutting me up.

'You can spread your slender legs for me right now and right here,' he placed his knee between my legs, preventing me from moving them together. 'Don't pretend it's something new to you.'

I tried to scream, but only a moo came out from behind his palm. Nick pressed me hard against the wall of the house, not allowing me to move. The guy grinned wickedly, watching my helplessness. He liked to humiliate me, exposing me in a completely different light. He did not consider me a girl, he considered me just a toy for entertainment. My eyes began to wet with tears as I looked into his eyes, in which only the sparks of lust played.

'Why are you crying?' He tilted his head slightly to the side, playing with me. 'Hailey likes it better on the bed, or do you prefer it on the table, hm?'

The guy mocked me by asking such questions.

'Let's see how your mouth works, shall we?'

I bit his finger when he tried to put his finger in my mouth. Nick hissed as he abruptly removed his hand from my face and freed my wrists with his other hand.

'Bitch,' he growled, reflexively waving his wrist.

Pushing him away from me with both hands and taking advantage of his instability at the moment, I ran to the entrance of the house, trying to run there as soon as possible. An unexpected punch in the back knocked me to the green lawn. Nick quickly rolled me onto my back, placing both hands on either side of my head. His hips were extremely close to mine until the guy lowered them, pressing hard against mine.

'The bitch decided to run away from me, hurting me and not asking for forgiveness for it?' His voice was filled with sarcasm.

'Jay!' I screamed loudly, trying to push the guy's heavy body away from me. 'Jay!'

The boy's lips pressed roughly against mine, shutting me up.

His cold palm touched my warm skin at the waist under my T-shirt. A shiver immediately passed through the body from such contact.

'Do not touch me!' Turning my face away from him, I tried to avoid his lips.

Nick quickly sat on my hips, grabbing the bottom of my T-shirt. His deft hands began to pull the thing off my body, but as soon as I managed to pull my T-shirt down, the guy jerked it up.

'Jay! Dean!' I called for help, trying to scream as loudly as possible so that they could hear me.

'The little one is not enough for one guy, does she want more?' He smirked, looking down at me, looking down at my body.

Shouts for help escaped my chest, while at the same time I tried to leave clothes on my body, which was very difficult, because the guy had more power than me.

'Hailey?' I heard a rough male timbre somewhere above.

A large hand quickly covered my mouth. The guy turned his face to himself, still leaving his hand on my lips.

'Right now we'll go into the house and let you just hint about what happened,' he paused, looking into my eyes. 'I promise you, I will personally run you around all the men I know, got me?'

His voice was rough and serious. I believed him because Louis was really capable of it. He flashed an angry look, getting no response from me. Nodding my head slightly, I stopped making any sounds.

Nick rose to his feet, stepping to the side against the wall.

'Nick!' The male voice called out again from the second floor, but this time it received an answer.

'I'm going, damn it, I'm going!' The guy shouted reluctantly, watching me rise from the ground.

After dusting off and adjusting my clothes, I walked into the house right in the footsteps of Nick. As soon as we took off our shoes and walked inside, Dean met us at the door to the kitchen, looking around.

'Where have you been for so long?' He asked us, and then looked into my eyes. 'Hailey, did he do anything to you?'

I looked at Nick, at the way he pursed his lips, then traced the outline of his lips with his tongue. Nick turned his gaze to me, raising his left eyebrow, also waiting for my answer.

'Nick just smoked,' I paused for a word, then confidently said the following. 'And we just talked.'

The boy smirked, pleased with my answer. After leaving us, he went to the kitchen to Jay.

I looked Dean in the eye, mentally pleading for help from Nick.

Four cups of tea were ready on the table, next to which were placed small baskets of cookies and sweets. In the middle of the table was a large decorative fruit basket.

'Sit down,' James said, placing the crystal bowl of sugar beside the biscuits.

I looked at Foster in surprise, marveling at his hospitality. It didn't even cross my mind that a guy like James could be economic to some extent. There were two chairs on one side of the table, which was the same on the other side.

'Sit down, angel,' Foster pushed a chair back for me, waiting for me to sit down.

'Thanks,' I thanked the guy, surprised at his mannerisms.

The blond man pushed a chair closer to the table as I sat down. Dean sat down on the opposite side of the table, immediately grabbing a banana from his basket. The guy winked at me, then smiled, noticing my confusion on his face. I nodded my head, indicating that everything was fine. At this time, James and Nick were standing next to the kitchen cabinets and talking about something. Unable to resist the sweet, I got up to reach for a basket of sweets, as a man's hand intercepted my hand, giving me the desired candy.

'Hold it, angel,' Nick whispered softly, contorting into a smirk.

I raised my head, furrowing my brows. The guy keeps bullying me. Wasting no time, the brown-haired man sat down beside me, moving towards the table. My faith that someone else would sit next to me instead of Nick collapsed. James joined us, taking a seat next to Dean. He reacted quite calmly to the fact that his place next to me was taken. The guy trusts his best friends too much not to worry about it, because if someone else was sitting next to me, he would immediately kick him out. A warm hand rested on my knee, gently squeezing it. I got out of the stream of thoughts, looking down at someone else's hand on my body. The guys laughed at Nick' joke, not even suspecting what he was doing to me in those very seconds under the table. My hands were on the table, while the brown-haired man's hands were completely under the table. I gasped, feeling the guy's palm crawl up.

'Is everything all right, Hailey?' James asked carefully.

I swallowed a heavy lump in my throat, lost in words. Nick told me exactly and clearly that if Foster found out about these cases, then I would be very, very bad.

'Yes,' I nodded my head, looking back at the smug face of the brown-haired man sitting next to me. 'everything is fine.'

'All right, angel, tell me if something bothers you.'

'So, what about the group 'State'?' Nick asked simply, interested in Foster's question.