Break the Girl (Savage Kings of Bradwyn U #1), page 1
CONTENTS
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Written by Rachel Jonas
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
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
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A note from the Authors
About Rachel Jonas
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Published Apr 28th, 2023
WRITTEN AS RACHEL JONAS
THE LOST ROYALS SAGA
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Fate of the Fallen
DRAGON FIRE ACADEMY
First Term
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THE VAMPIRE'S MARK
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WRITTEN AS RACHEL JONAS
& NIKKI THORNE
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SAVAGE KINGS OF BRADWYN U
Break the Girl
DESCRIPTION
Everyone knows not to cross the campus d-bags. On or off the ice.
You don’t sneak into their house, thinking no one’s watching. You don’t ransack their bedrooms, tripping over hockey gear as you rummage through their things. And you definitely don’t get caught with your head under one’s bed and your size-sixteen backside pointed right at their camera.
Unless, of course… you’re me.
I was so desperate to get my hands on their brotherhood’s Book of Sins that I did all the above. I was in search of proof that could incriminate Tate, my soon-to-be stepbrother and former member of the frat. But not only do I come up empty, I’ve now unknowingly invited three shadows to darken my world.
The most broken and twisted of them all—Micah, Vince, and Ash.
They promise no one has to know I trespassed on their territory. My secret is safe with them, safe from the others, but there’s a cost.
Their silence for my freedom.
I’ll be theirs to control, to own—these sick devils with perfect smiles masking their cold hearts. And if I can’t find a way to beat them at their game… they’ll break my world and my soul into a million tiny pieces.
Warning: This book is dark and twisted, but keep in mind that it’s a work of fiction. Nothing between these pages reflects the authors’ views, nor does it imply that they condone any of the situations or actions you’ll read within the series.
Authors’ Note/Trigger Warning: This book was written purely for your entertainment. Be advised, this series contains the following scenarios and themes that may not be suitable for all readers: violence, drug use, dubious consent, mention of various forms of abuse, reference to off-page sexual assault, reference to off-page suicide, and kidnapping.
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BREAK THE GIRL
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DEDICATION
This one's for the unapologetically loud, fierce, magnetic girl I met in 8th grade, who taught me that curves aren't a curse but a blessing.
That year, I learned to love myself and never stopped.
Stevie
Hot June mornings are made for sleeping in late beneath the breeze of a ceiling fan or lazing beside a clear pool with no concept of time.
What hot June mornings are not made for is lugging a heavy tote filled with new-student paraphernalia across the expanse of Bradwyn University’s campus. And yet, here I am.
My tour guide, Ellen—a wiry blonde with a rather eclectic sense of style—hasn’t offered to carry a single thing. Instead, she continues to speed-walk from building to building, seeming to forget that the registrar’s office loaded me up with school apparel and a ton of paperwork. But I suppose this is my punishment for deciding to transfer at the last minute. As if she’s heard my thoughts and means to reassure me, Ellen passes a smile over her shoulder as she pushes her glasses up the bridge of her nose.
“You made a great choice coming to Bradwyn. We have tons of clubs you can get involved in. Think you’ll join any?”
The question has me revisiting the real reason I’m here, and it’s not to socialize. Despite the gorgeous campus and long list of amenities, I’m not here for that either.
“The plan is to focus on academics.”
That’s the safe answer, and Ellen buys it before rambling again.
“You’ve probably seen pics online, or maybe you’ve even visited since you’re local, but we’ve also got world-class botanical gardens. They’re absolutely breathtaking this time of year. Also, the school’s recently invested a ton into renovating the dorms. You’ll be living on campus, right?” She finally takes a breath and waits for me to answer.
“Um, no, actually. But I did manage to secure space in a rental nearby. The house is occupied by students and, lucky for me, they had a spare room.”
“Oh, nice! Those are hard to come by these days. Have you started moving in?”
I shake my head and tug the collar of my shirt a few times to get some air moving underneath it. Long, dark strands cling to my skin where my hair has fallen from my ponytail. But Ellen doesn’t seem to notice I’m on the brink of a heat stroke and keeps pace toward the library.
“The girls I’ll be living with all have crazy schedules, so I haven’t even been able to see the house yet. I move in next week, though.”
Ellen’s eyes stretch wide. “Yikes! You’re brave, aren’t you?”
“How so?” I shoot her a look and, her eyes soften.
“Oh, it’s just that a lot of ads for rooms around here are pretty liberal with their wording, so you don’t often get what you bargain for is all. But I’m sure you’ll be perfectly fine,” she rushes to add.
The casual dismissal does nothing to settle my nerves now that she’s made me question things.
Thanks, Ellen.
She focuses on our destination as we bypass the Athletic Building, then changes the subject.
“Mrs. Peterson mentioned something about you starting a support group on the grounds, didn’t she?”
“It’s not a support group, but you got the rest right,” I say with a smile. “They’re letting me use the auditorium for meetings, though, which is pretty cool. You know, assuming people show up.”
“What’s your objective?”
“Body positivity,” I answer. “You know, just doing my small part to help others learn to be comfortable in their skin.”
Ellen glances toward me again as we step onto the curb. “Cool!” she beams. “What makes you so passionate about your ca
There are two answers I could give. The main one being that I made someone a promise a while ago that I’d see this idea through, but I give Ellen the simpler response. The one that won’t create more questions.
“Being plus-sized and having been taunted in the past, I know how damaging that can be. So, I thought I’d turn my experience into a bridge of sorts, one that will hopefully help people get through their own shit.”
We ascend the steps of the library, and Ellen opens up a bit. “I was bullied all through high school. Pretty hardcore, actually,” she adds, tugging the side of her plaid pants with a laugh. “As you can see, I have my own style and it’s not always a hit with the crowd. Add in that I’m awkward as hell and would rather play D&D than party, and you have the perfect storm. I learned the hard way that people can be real assholes.”
I smile but don’t respond. I’d never minimize another person’s experience, but my situation was a bit different. When the taunting comes from within your home, from someone you know should be a protector, it sort of pulls the rug out from under you. Because of it, I don’t really know what it’s like to have a safe space. One where I’ve felt unconditional love.
“Anyway, shall we go inside?” Ellen asks with a huge grin, which tells me this might be one of her favorite spots on campus. “We’ve got a great fiction selection. I’m a huge sci-fi fan, so I peruse that area pretty often.”
My face hurts from the fake smile I put on to avoid hurting her feelings, but I honestly couldn’t care less about any of this.
She reaches for the door but then comes to an abrupt stop. “Hey!”
She aims that word at the back of some guy’s head as he makes his way down the sidewalk. He looks back, and Ellen points at the lidded coffee cup now lying on the pavement.
“You missed the trashcan. Don’t you think you ought to pick that up?” she asks.
The accused doubles back, and it turns into a full-blown argument between them. Meanwhile, I’m actively trying to ignore the stares we’re getting from those passing by.
Instead, I focus on the building adjacent to this one when the double doors fly open as someone exits toward the parking lot. From the brief glimpse I get of the inside, it looks like your standard fitness center—rows and rows of gym equipment like weight benches, treadmills, and a bunch of other shit that makes me tired just looking at it.
The entrance opens again, and a guy steps out, holding the door with his foot just long enough for two others to exit behind him. They rest against the brick wall, and they have my full attention. So much that I hardly notice when Ellen calls the stranger she’s just picked a fight with an ‘Earth-killing dickbag’.
I zone out as sweat-drenched Bradwyn U t-shirts cling to two hard bodies. Their cutoff sleeves show off the ink that trails up their arms—one with colorful art all the way up to his neck. The third is completely shirtless with dark athletic shorts riding low on his waist, but no tatts. This trio are just magnificent enough that, if I weren’t already perspiring like crazy, I would be now. They’re tall, plus their shoulders and biceps look rock solid from here, leaving me to wonder what sport they’re training for.
One with wild blond hair takes a small box from his pocket and it isn’t until he pulls a white stick from inside it that I realize it’s cigarettes. He has a lighter in his hand the next second, but before he can light up, the one with the neck tatts slaps the cigarette to the ground. There’s a standoff between them, and for a moment, I wonder if I’m witnessing the makings of a fight. But when the blond one simply gives the other the finger and returns the lighter to his pocket, the dynamic between them confuses me a bit.
I was so focused on the exchange between those two, that I hadn’t laid eyes on the shirtless one in a few seconds, but when I do, I gasp to myself, realizing he’s watching me. I can’t say for how long, but I feel frozen, like if I look away too abruptly it’ll seem even more suspicious. So, I just stand there, blinking like an idiot.
My heart skips a beat when he lightly elbows the blond one, never breaking eye contact with me. The others follow his gaze, and now they notice I’m standing here, too. There’s enough distance between us that I can’t make out what the shirtless one is mouthing to them. However, when all three smirk and the shirtless one nods this way, acknowledging that he knows I exist, I want to crawl in a hole and die.
Even more than I did when Ellen first started making a scene.
Only now am I able to break eye contact. Ellen’s still on her rant when she flails her arms to prove some ridiculous point to the guy she’s laying into and, of course, she hits my arm in the process. The stack of papers in my hand goes flying all over the sidewalk, and while I don’t look around to confirm, I know all eyes are on us.
“Oh my gosh, Stevie, I’m sorry,” she says, finally ending her lecture. Instead of helping with the mess, the guy she’d held hostage takes the opportunity to break free, and I don’t blame him.
Ellen and I lower to the ground, gathering up what feels like endless sheets of paper that are now out of order. The only lucky thing is that there’s zero wind today, so I guess I should be grateful for small favors.
Ellen glances up as she hands me a thin packet to place back inside my folder, and in my peripheral vision, I see her do a doubletake as she whispers one panicked word.
“Shit!”
I follow her gaze to the three near the Athletic Building. The same three who’d nearly given me a waking wet dream a moment ago. They’re watching us, and that fact seems to have Ellen shaken. She quickly glances away, like eye contact with them will literally steal her soul.
“You know them or something?” I ask.
Still picking up stray pieces of paper, Ellen steals another look at the guys. Her face is redder now, which I’m pretty sure has nothing to do with the heat.
“They’re on the hockey team. Actually, they’re kind of the star players, which may as well make them local gods,” she adds. “But to me, they’re just glorified campus playboys—assholes who use girls up and never call afterward.”
I smirk a bit. “Are you… speaking from experience?”
She peers up at me and seems a little embarrassed. “Me? Oh, God no! I’d never even be able to formulate a sentence around them, let alone… get physical,” she adds with a whisper. “I’ve heard things around the dorms, though. Girls talk.”
“They do,” I say with a nod, standing now that we have everything cleaned up.
“Half the team are also frat members, so you can imagine how that goes,” she says with an eye roll, but my interest suddenly piques with this new information.
“I thought universities frowned on being involved in sports and Greek life?”
Ellen nods. “Yeah, but not at Bradwyn. We’re one of the few that actually encourage it, wanting students to get the most out of their experience without having to choose between the two.”
I mean to listen, but her answer goes in one ear and out the other because I suddenly feel like a ship being lured in by a siren’s call. The one with blond, shoulder-length hair just motioned with his head for me to come to them. He’s quite bold, maybe even a little cocky to think I’d drop everything and prance over like some bitch in heat. I can’t even imagine what he’d say or do if I were to obey, but we’ll never know.
