Virgin Delivery Girl - Chapter 11: Chapter 11

I tracked down Victoria Evans after leaving the station and thanked her face-to-face.
That night, we drank until the world blurred. Between shots, she leaned in and said, "Go out there and show them what you're made of."
Welcome to the 21st century—women don't just survive; we thrive.
Before we said our goodbyes, she slipped me her number with a warning: "Be fearless, but keep your wits about you."
Back in my hometown, the weight of memories hit me like a truck. Every street, every shadow felt like a punch to the gut.
Ethan Blanchet's name alone made my blood boil. I wanted to rip him apart with my bare hands.
But then the shame swallowed me whole. I'd disgraced my grandmother. Three generations of Rolands, and now the legacy ended with me—a woman. Was this really how our line would fade into nothing?
I climbed the hill to my grandmother's grave, the wind biting at my cheeks. Kneeling, I whispered to the earth:
"Your Vivian's all grown up. I'm leaving to chase something bigger. Give me ten years. If I fail, I'll come back and stay forever. But if I make it? I'll return with the next Roland heir—all three of us—right here at your feet."
Then the crunch of footsteps.
Ethan and Jake Lombardi materialized like nightmares. Of course they'd gotten out—one phone call to their station chief buddy, and poof. Free men.
And their first stop? Me.
They weren't here to talk. To them, I was just some orphan girl who'd vanish without a trace.
Joke's on them. This time, the law had my back. I wasn't going down without dragging them to hell with me.
"Drop the knife. Let's be civil," Jake said, palms up like he was soothing a rabid animal.
I'd been hacking at weeds with a machete. Now I swung it between them, my hair a tangled mess, eyes wild. They inched closer, all fake calm, waiting to pounce.
Yeah, right. Even one-on-one, Ethan would've been a fight. Add Jake's meathead strength? No shot.
So I played crazy. Machete arcs, unhinged screams—the whole performance. They flinched. I bolted.
Made it three steps before a rock sent me sprawling.
God, I really need to lay off the dumplings.
Scrambling backward, I slashed air like a maniac. "Stay the hell back!"
They just grinned, stepping closer—until two furry missiles shot past me.
Sunny and Daisy. The neighbor's dogs. I'd bribed them with treats every grave visit, and now they trotted up, tails wagging like this was playtime.
"Sunny, kill him! Bite his damn leg off!"
Sunny panted, tongue lolling. Useless.
"They're going to murder me! HELP!"
Tears exploded down my face. That did it.
Sunny's bark turned feral. Jake sneered, "Shut up, mutt, or you're tomorrow's stew—"
CHOMP. Teeth sank into his left calf.
Jake howled, stomped down—crunch. Sunny yelped.
Daisy didn't hesitate. She launched for his other leg.
Jake hit the dirt, thrashing. Ethan just stood there, city-boy panic written all over him.
But Jake was pure spite. He grabbed a rock and started hammering their skulls. Thud. Thud.
Good dogs. Loyal dogs. And they still wouldn't let go.
"Quit gawking!" Jake snarled. "Get her!"
Ethan lunged. I ran.
Behind me, the sound of rock on bone. Jake's snarl: "Let's see who breaks first—your jaws or my goddamn rock!"
I led Ethan through the village maze until the elders cornered them.
No way was I trusting the local cops this time. If these two had the balls to come for me here, the station was already bought.
State police or bust. You trafficked me? Fine. Now you've tried to kill me? Enjoy your concrete vacation.
I dialed Victoria. Her voice crackled through: "Viv?"
I grinned, breathless.
"Sis. I just unlocked the next level."