Vengeful King

By Melody Adams

They are rich, privileged, vicious, unscrupulous and they are the undisputed rulers of
Sinners High – They are the KINGS.
K for Kent
I for Ian
N for Nate
G for Gregory
S for Seth
Samantha committed the ultimate sin. She snitched on the KINGS. For this she will pay bitterly. No matter how many times she asks for forgiveness, no matter how many tears she sheds, she will never soften me. But then suddenly the little traitor gets a backbone, and I can't help but admire her fire. Maybe we will both burn.
Nate is the king of the KINGS. The undisputed ruler of Sinners High. And he's out for revenge. He'll make my life hell until I'm left with only two choices: Break or fight back. I decide on the latter. And soon we find ourselves in the midst of a game in which we either both go down or give in to the deep hidden desire that consumes us both.
Trigger Warning
This book is a Bully Romance and not a romantic love story

• Language: English
• Publisher: Love & Passion Publishing
• Release date: Apr 30, 2021

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Chapter 1

Sam

Another new school. God, how I hated it. Dad had a new job as principal here. Sinners High was smaller than my last school, which made it all the harder to go unnoticed. It was never fun being the new kid at a school, but when your dad was the principal, it was even worse. I felt the stares on me as I walked to the lockers. The kids here were different from my old school. For one thing, they didn't wear uniforms. And they seemed terribly vulgar. Dad told me that the KINGS ran the school here. He wanted to change that. Not that I cared what he did with the so-called rulers of this school, but unfortunately, it put me right in the middle of what’s going to happen here. My dad was the enemy of the KINGS and I his daughter. I didn't have to be a prophet to see beforehand how this would turn out for me. When I almost reached the lockers, someone blocked my path. I’d had my eyes on the ground. Now I slowly looked up and found myself facing three girls. The girl in front of me seemed to be the leader, as the other two stood slightly back. All three dressed like sluts, but the leader the most. Her skirt was so short that I wondered how she ever sat down without flashing everyone her underwear. Her short top showed off her toned belly and cut so low that her breasts – which could in no way be real – almost fell out.

Well, well, well. What do we have here? she asked, her voice full of derision. Did you borrow that outfit from your grandmother?

Of course she would tease me about my clothes. But that was okay. I was glad I didn't appear as slutty as her and her minions. I wore a long, loose-fitting lilac skirt and my favorite white blouse with soft pink and lilac flowers. The skirt and blouse matched so beautifully, as if they were a set. In my old school, the school uniform had ensured that no one could be teased for what they wore.

Yes, I replied to the blonde in front of me. My grandmother had good taste.

I knew it was better to nip a confrontation in the bud, so I just gave in, taking the wind out of her sails.

If that's all... I said, taking a step to the side. I need to put my stuff in my locker.

I tried to walk past the girls, but the blonde grabbed me by the arm and held me back. Her grip was firm, and her long acrylic nails pressed painfully into my flesh.

Not so fast, Cinderella, she said, glaring at me with vicious eyes. I'm not done with you yet.

Let her go, Kelly, a voice sounded behind me.

Kelly looked over my shoulder and for a moment panic flashed in her eyes. She let go of me and gave my rescuer behind me a saccharin smile.

We were just saying hi to the new girl, Abby.

Didn't look like a friendly greeting to me, my rescuer, Abby, replied. You leave her alone. Are we clear?

Of course, Kelly assured, smiling. The smile didn't reach her eyes. But Abby seemed to be above Kelly and her friends in the school hierarchy. The three girls turned and hurried away.

I turned around. The girl who’d come to my rescue gave me a warm smile. She wasn’t much taller than me, but slim, while I carried around a few too many pounds. She was beautiful in a natural way. Not like Kelly and her friends. Abby wore just the hint of makeup, and she wore a knee-length skirt and a long-sleeved T-shirt. I liked her right away.

Hi, I'm Abby, she greeted.

Hi. I'm... I'm Samantha, but my friends call me Sam.

Don't worry about Kelly and her entourage. They won't bother you anymore. My boyfriend and his boys rule the school here. If I tell those bitches to leave you alone, they will. Nobody wants to mess with the KINGS, believe me.

Oh... thanks, I replied. Abby was involved with the KINGS. There went my hope of having found a friend in her. Dad would never allow me to hang out with her if she hung out with those wild boys. I... I have to put my stuff in my locker or I'll be late for class.

What's your locker number?

817.

Oh, that's almost next to mine. Mine’s 814, Abby replied. Come on, we can go together. What lesson you got now?

Biology.

I'll show you where the bio lab is. But we should hurry. Trust me, you don't want to be late for Mister Anstorm's class. The guy is a drill sergeant.

Okay, thanks, I muttered, following Abby to the lockers.

Somehow I got through my first day. Apart from Abby, no one treated me friendly, but I hadn't endured any more teasing either. However, I stood out in this school, and not in a good way. I’d noticed how people talked and laughed behind my back. They thought I was a freak because I dressed differently. Abby may have saved me from being openly bullied, but it was clear I wasn't going to make any friends here. At lunch, I sat alone at a table in the corner. Abby sat at a table in the middle with the KINGS. The boys were actually treated like fucking royalty at this school. They didn't even put their trays away themselves. And Abby had laughed with them and snuggled and made out with her boyfriend. In public. She might’ve acted nicely toward me, but she and I had nothing in common. It would’ve been too nice if I found a friend here.

I left the school through the back exit, because Dad and I lived in the little house at the end of the school grounds. A sharp wind blew dark clouds across the sky. I circled the west wing of the school building when I heard strange sounds. Grunting and groaning. Muffled sounds I couldn't place. And then a voice.

I think he's had enough, Nate.

Nate. The leader of the KINGS. My heart beat anxiously and my stomach knotted. I peeked around the corner. The KINGS were close to me and Nate stood over a guy lying on the ground. He looked like someone put him through the grinder. I stifled a scream with my hand. I had just witnessed a fight. No, not a fight, because it didn't look like Nate had taken any punches. He’d been beating up the other boy. What for?

One last time, Skinner, Nate said threateningly, leaning down to the boy lying on the ground. If I catch you dealing drugs in my school again, you'll be six feet under. Got it?

The boy on the ground muttered something unintelligible.

What was that? I didn't quite catch that, Skinner. Speak up!

Yessss, Skinner croaked.

Good, we're the only ones at this school who deal stuff, remember that. Deal at your own school.

Oh my god! This was getting worse. The Kings were dealing drugs at the school, and they had beaten up this Skinner guy for getting into their business. Damn. I needed to tell Dad about this. I was about to run off when Nate looked up and our eyes met. Oh no. My heart stopped for a moment in fear. With a yelp, I turned away and ran.

Nate

Disgusted, I looked down at the piece of shit who tried to peddle his stuff at our school. Not only was this our territory. No, he dealt in hard drugs like H, crack, and coke. We only dealt hash and a few party pills. I didn't want the hard stuff at my school.

One last time, Skinner, I said threateningly, leaning down to Skinner. If I catch you dealing drugs in my school again, you'll be six feet under. Got it?

Skinner muttered something.

What was that? I didn't quite catch that, Skinner. Speak up!

Yessss, he croaked.

Good, we're the only ones at this school who deal stuff, remember that. Deal at your own school.

I hoped the son of a bitch got the message loud and clear and would also spread the word to his buddies that our school was off limits to them. I straightened up and my eyes fell on a girl lurking behind the corner of the building. Our eyes met. It was the new girl. The new principal’s daughter. Fuck. Her eyes widened in horror and her mouth hung open. Before I could say or do anything, she turned away with a yelp and ran.

Fuck! growled Kent. Who was that?

Wilson's daughter, I replied.

Oh, fuck, Ian cursed. I'm sure she'll run straight to Daddy to rat on us.

You want me to take care of her? offered Gregory. I'll make sure she doesn't make a peep.

Gregory's eyes lit up with a sadistic glint. He came from a Russian crime family. If I sent him after the little girl, she'd probably end up in an unmarked grave in the woods somewhere. I shook my head.

No, let her. I'll handle this.

I leaned down again to Skinner, who by now struggled to sit up and wiped the blood from his nose.

You keep your fucking mouth shut about what happened here, I warned. Do you understand?

Yes.

Good, then fuck off!

He scrambled to his feet and staggered away. I turned to the boys. Their faces were grim. That the girl had witnessed us beating up a guy was bad enough, but she could have overheard us talking about drugs. That was not good.

There's five of us. She’s just one. It's our word against hers. Daddy will believe his little princess, but even he can't do shit about us without evidence, I said.

The boys nodded.

Okay, then let's get the fuck outta here.

Sam

I ran back into the school building and straight into Daddy's office. My heart raced. For one thing, because of what I’d seen. I feared what the KINGS would do to me. And because I wasn't used to running. Yes, I wasn’t the athletic type. I preferred to lie on the couch and read a good book. Of course, my laziness showed in my figure. I was shorter than Abby at five foot six, but while she was slim, I was a little more rounded. Okay, a lot more rounded. Dieting and exercising wouldn't change that either. I’d long since given up on starving myself or working out. Paul, my boyfriend, liked me the way I was. Because of the damn move, there were now over four hundred miles between us. Paul had promised that we would stay together, anyway. After graduating from high school, we could go to college together. We hadn't decided which college we would apply to yet. The move had been pretty unforeseen. Dad told me only two weeks prior to the fact. I decided to call Paul tonight. After all, I’d gone through today, I could use a little cheering up.

I didn't bother knocking on Dad's office door. He would be alone in his office at this hour. I was sure the secretary already went home, as were most of the students. Except for those who had detention. Daddy looked up from his laptop, concern showing on his features. It had to be obvious that something happened. My face was red from the exertion and my hair sticky with sweat.

Babygirl, what's wrong? Come in. Sit down, I'll get you a glass of water.

He jumped up from his seat and hurried to the sink in the corner to fill a glass of water. I dropped into one of the chairs in front of his desk and tried to collect myself. Daddy came to me with the water and I gratefully accepted the glass. After I emptied it in one gulp, Daddy sat back down in his chair.

Well, what made you so upset? Did the kids molest you? Did someone lay a hand on you?

I knew that was always Dad's first concern. That someone might touch his little girl. He didn't seem to understand that I wasn't the kind of girl who attracted attention from boys. I was too fat, too plain, and my clothes really weren't sexy. I shook my head, and Dad breathed a sigh of relief.

Okay, then what is it?

The KINGS, I replied, still a little breathless.

What about the KINGS? asked Daddy, leaning forward toward me with interest.

"They beat up a boy behind the west wing. A... guy named Skinner. He's not from Sinners High. He tried to deal drugs here, and the KINGS beat him up for it. I overheard Nate say to the guy that the school is their territory and that THEY sell the drugs around here."

Dad jumped out of his chair, ready to storm out of the office.

Where are you going, Daddy? I asked.

To see if I can still catch the bastards. Catch them in the act.

They must have run off. Nate spotted me. They'll know I ran right here.

Dad stopped and looked at me with concern.

They saw you?

I nodded.

Damn! He ran a hand through his hair. All the more reason I need to get them. But first, I'm taking you home. I don't want you running into them before I talk to them. I'll make it clear to them what will happen if they so much as touch a hair on your head.

Chapter 2

Nate

After school we sat in the sunroom at Kent's house. Abby was shopping with Bonnie. It was good that it was only us guys for this conversation. She was one of us, but girls were usually a little squeamish about doing what was necessary. She would find out what was going on sooner or later, of course, but if we discussed what to do with Samantha Wilson, it was better if she didn't get in the way.

What are the chances that she didn't run to her dad? Seth asked.

Slim, I replied grimly. I think it's pretty certain she ratted us out.

The question is, how much did she overhear? Maybe she didn't hear about the drugs, Gregory objected. A fight doesn't really get us in trouble. Especially, if there's no victim. Samantha doesn't know who Skinner is or what school he goes to. And no victim, no crime.

Well, we'll find out tomorrow, Ian objected. I'm sure her daddy will call us into the office. Then we'll see what we're accused of. He turned to me. And like you said. It's her word against ours.

For now, don't tell Abby anything until we know what we're dealing with, I turned to Kent.

Kent frowned.

Abby and I are always honest with each other, he said, less than thrilled with my order.

I'm not saying you should lie to her, I retorted. Just that you're not saying anything for now. At least there's a slight chance the girl hasn't snitched on us. And if that's the case, then no one needs to know about the incident.

Kent grumbled, but he nodded.

Okay. In case the worst happens, and she told her daddy everything, including the drugs, what do we do with the girl? Seth wanted to know.

Punish her, Gregory grumbled.

If she snitched on us, then of course she'll be punished. Snitching is a mortal sin at our school. We can't let that pass. But I will handle it, I declared.

If we touch her, her daddy will have our asses, Ian pointed out.

You're right. We need to make sure she keeps her mouth shut, said Gregory.

Anybody have any ideas? I asked.

We need leverage, Gregory explained with a sadistic glint in his eye. He was enjoying this a little too much.

Okay. What kind of leverage? I asked.

How about one of us seduces her and we film it? suggested Seth. Then we can blackmail her with the video.

And you volunteer? quipped Kent with a smirk.

No, I determined. That would take too long. A girl like her, you'd have to work for weeks or months before she'd open her legs. I wouldn't be surprised if she was still a virgin.

You're probably right, Seth agreed. What can we do then?

We need something on her daddy, Gregory objected. A grin came to his lips. How about we send one of the girls to his office? Sex with a minor could land him in jail. I doubt the little rat would let that happen. With leverage like that, she'll do anything to avoid us pissing down Daddy's leg.

I like your way of thinking, Dawg, I said with a grin. Bonnie could take that on. She seduces him and we film it.

And how are we going to film it, pray tell? Ian wanted to know. We can't hide in the office.

No, we install the cameras before we send Bonnie to him, Gregory said. Leave that to me. I've got the perfect equipment for that.

Good, then we have a plan. But first we'll wait and see what happens tomorrow, I concluded the meeting. Maybe we'll be wrong, and the girl kept her mouth shut.

I had Economics in the first class. Mrs. Pratt was babbling something about inflation. Yawn. My eyes wandered out the window. It was cold today, but the sky was so blue that it almost hurt to look at it. My mind wandered to Principal Wilson's daughter. So far we didn't know if she ratted us out, but I was pretty sure she hadn't kept her mouth shut. Her clothes alone showed what type of girl she was. Self-righteous. Adhering to all the rules. Moralizer. Boring. She was a plain Jane. A little Mouse. But – with some makeup and more revealing clothes, she wouldn't look too bad with her curves. Curves that...

Whoa! Now where did that come from? That chick is anything but sexy. Not my type. Fuck. It's about time I got some action when a plain Jane like Samantha Wilson makes me think of sex. What's next? Me jerking off, thinking of little plain Jane? I shook my head. No, definitely not.

A knock on the door snapped me out of my thoughts. Mrs. Pratt stopped in her boring monologue, which no one was following, anyway.

Yes! she called, and the door opened.

Miss Wayne, the new secretary, poked her head into the room and looked around until her gaze lingered on me. Great! I knew it. The little mouse had told Daddy, and now I was being called into the principal's office.

Mister Porter. Mister Wilson would like to see you in his office.

I suppressed a frustrated groan and put on a cool mask as I gathered my things and rose from my chair. I heard murmurs from my classmates as they speculated about why I had been called into Wilson's office. With our old principal, we’d had everything under control. Under his rule, the KINGS had a fool's license at Sinners High. But Wilson seemed determined to prove his power here by taking a hard line. It could take a while to restore order to our advantage. But if we were smart about it, this little plain Jane could help us do just that. If we put Gregory's idea into practice, we would force little Miss goodie two shoes to do our bidding. I grinned as I followed Miss Wayne through the school. Outside the door to Wilson's office, she stopped and knocked.

YES! it sounded sharply from inside. Wilson had a voice like a drill sergeant. I wouldn't be surprised if he had been in the military.

Miss Wayne opened the door and gestured for me to enter. I winked at her and she blushed. My grin widened. I entered the office. Kent and Ian were already present. I stood next to them in front of Wilson's desk. There were plenty of chairs in the room, but it seemed Wilson thought to intimidate us by