Hateful Vengeance

HATEFUL VENGEANCE KINGS OF ST IVY - BOOK 4 MELINDA TERRANOVA © 2023 Melinda Terranova This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. All Rights Reserved, including the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form whatsoever. Cover Designer: Vicious Desires Designs Photographer: Miguel Angel Cover Model: Daniel Illescas Formatter: Jaye Pratt CONTENTS Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve Chapter Thirteen Chapter fourteen Chapter Fifteen Chapter Sixteen Chapter Seventeen Chapter Eighteen Chapter Nineteen Chapter Twenty Chapter Twenty-One Chapter Twenty-Two Chapter Twenty-Three Author’s Note Books by Melinda Terranova Stalk Me For all the readers who can do two things at once, hold your rose in one hand and your kindle in the other. This book is for my 3 girls. You know who you are. Lover you. Hateful Vengeance Lies. Death. Betrayal. They seem to seep into every part of my life, no matter how much I fight against them. I have been summoned and delivered to the man I despise. Bound. Gagged. Broken. Handed over by the ones I trusted most. All for the sick and twisted benefit of The Brotherhood. Stalked. Kidnapped. Stabbed. I’ve been an unwilling pawn in their game. A game I wanted no part of. That ends now. Steele. Hawke. Tyler. Colton. These four men have become relentless in their affections. Carving their way back into my vaulted heart, slowly trying to crack me open. Gone is the wallflower who tried to remain strong throughout it all. Gone is the girl they all thought they knew. I will fight until I get revenge on all those who have wronged me. No one is safe. This game just became a war, and I plan to reign in blood. I wasn’t scared of ghosts. Although I couldn’t recall a time I had ever encountered one. But, right before me stood a man who was dead to me. His silhouette was as sharp as the cut of his suit, and his eyes gleamed with what I could only imagine was victory. Because here I was, delivered like a neat little package and handed over by the ones I trusted. The ones I let in, even after promising myself I wouldn’t. They slowly chipped away at me and carved their initials into my soul. Their lies and betrayal seeped into my veins to slowly burn me. I should have never let my guard down. I should have known. I only had myself to blame for this fucked situation. Betrayal burned like a motherfucking bitch at the best of times, but this took the fucking cake. I stared at his expensive Italian designer shoes as he stood before me. I wanted to spit on them, but my mouth had turned bone dry the moment I laid eyes on him. Anger festered in my veins as my mind caught up with my emotions. “Stand up, Peyton.” His voice rang as the thud in my head roared like an approaching typhoon. My nostrils flared when he reached for my elbow to help me stand. A show of the tiny amount of humanity left within him. The tension saturated the room as he stepped closer. Colton’s leg twitched in response, and I glanced up at him. Colton stood at attention, like some fucking soldier, ready to obey Greyson’s orders. I slowly got to my feet and glared at my bastard father, who stood before me, my hands still cuffed behind my back. My hip ached like a bitch from when I landed on my side earlier tonight, and I could still feel Colton’s cum smeared over my inner thighs. I must have looked like shit from how Grayson’s gaze scanned me from head to toe. His disapproval was etched on his otherwise serene face. My mind reeled at the fact that here he stood without a hair out of place. For all the hatred the guys showed toward him, they were being obedient little bitches now they were face to face with him. “You look beautiful in your gown. So grown up. Not the naïve little girl you once were.” He yanked the soaked gag out of my mouth and left it hanging around my neck. “What the fuck do you want with me?” I clenched my fingers into fists behind me. I tried to swallow, but my tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth. “Don’t be like that, sweetheart. We’re all here for one reason.” His jaw clicked as his eyes roamed the four guys on either side of me. I could feel the guy’s emotions as they swirled through the rotted air. Anger, contempt, hatred, and regret settled on my bare skin and suffocated me. I needed to punch something to release the burning rage inside me. I could feel it as it simmered beneath my skin. I locked eyes with Grayson and glared icy daggers at him. “And what reason would that be, dearest father?” I growled through clenched teeth and lunged forward to try to crash into him, but Colton gripped my arms behind me and pulled me back into line. I bared my teeth as Colton’s fingers squeezed my flesh. “The Brotherhood.” He raised an eyebrow at me. “What else is there?” My chest heaved as I tried to fight Colton off. I gasped for air and flailed in his strong hold. I sensed movement to my left and turned my head to glare at Steele, who stood on the other side of Tyler. He looked calm and serene, but I could smell the violent thoughts circulating beneath his beautiful exterior. “Jesus fuck. You and your fucking Brotherhood.” I kept my gaze on Steele as I breathed through flared nostrils. He turned his head to look back at me, and all I saw was