![]() ![]() Instead, he hardly gives me a backward glance as he starts walking ahead, expecting me to follow him like a lost puppy. Back standing in front of me, holding me like a good husband holds his wife. His hand drops from my thigh, the cold night air caressing my bare skin the minute he steps away, and for a second, I wish he were back. Internally, I roll my eyes just thinking about it. He simply smirks before flashing me his extremely white teeth, the ones he just has to brush three times a day. Ready for what? I ask him, nervousness filling my tone since I have no idea what I’m in for tonight. The ring on my left hand indicates the reason, and the man whose touch is still lingering on my skin put it there. If I didn’t know this man, I would think he was taking me down this dark, dingy alley to rape me, kill me … gosh, anything a woman’s worst fears are comprised of.īut I do know him, and I have for an incredibly long time. It doesn’t seem like much to me-an alleyway off a quiet street with only a few cars around us. I move my stare away from his lips, the ones that have left a bitter taste on my tongue and turn my head to where he’s focusing his attention. So very different.Īre you ready? he asks into the air, not even looking my way as his hand stays where it is, possessively resting on my upper thigh where my leg is covered in ink. He insists on a lot of things, and like a fool, I follow without question.īut it’s different from the life I had before. His rough hand slides up my skirt, creeping its way up my thigh with intent as we stand outside the club. That’s my first thought after his eager mouth leaves mine. The hard-on I would get from watching some fuckface die some sort of excruciatingly cruel death would be exhilarating. The high that followed was unlike any other. Once I was a man who killed simply for the joy of it. My patience level is becoming smaller and smaller, and my trigger finger is getting happier and happier. He wanted to play, and I know that, but I’ll wait to see if he says anything. Now, I raise my gun, and in an instant, the bullet finds a new home between his eyes, and his head snaps back on impact. ![]() Or listening to his screams as I gouged out his eyes one at a time. I once enjoyed the mere satisfaction of watching a man bleed until he passed out. What a beautiful fucking fairy tale ending. Doesn’t stir anything within me.īecause we know by the end of the day, I’ll walk out of this house.Īnd the man with the brown eyes will die burning inside. That’s why this man sitting here pleading for his life doesn’t faze me. He said those words for as long as I can remember. You’ll have the needs of a man, yes, but no woman will love the real you. My father used to tell me, Boys are just men in the making. I’ll let the blood that seeps from your body tell me your truth. So, when you lie to me, I’ll come along and bleed it from you. I don’t like the lie, never lived it, and never intend to. The lie is too juicy to let go of it so effortlessly. Licking my lips, I wonder if he would easily go back to his normal, boring life if I gave him a chance. His life is a lie, just like many others living around me are beautiful lies. The fear apparent in this guy’s brown eyes tells me so. The blood that pools at my feet tells me so. Mine? My fucked-up life is as real as one could ever get. Like the ones you see holding hands as they walk down the street with their girlfriends, like nothing in the world is a worry to them as they smile, and laugh, and kiss. Once, a long time ago, I dreamed I could be a normal man. Pretty sure I wouldn’t complain about him using me, though. But he was snapped with his hands up the skirt of one of New York’s top models, and let me tell you, she was not complaining. New York’s most notorious bad boy, king of the underworld and most eligible bachelor, was seen today without a woman once again. Pity, in the end, I would have to kill her. So, when his debt fell due, he sold me his wife.Īnd I was happy because I wanted to play with her like any fool would. I was a king of my realm, the devil you whispered about in your sleep. Not only did he sell me, but he told me he loved me while doing the deal. To the girl whose father is a dropkick but still manages to crush this thing called life and not have daddy issues. Photographer- Michelle Lancaster photographyĮditor - Ink Machine Editing & Nice Girl, Naught Edits ![]() Please store your files wisely, where they cannot be accessed by under-aged readers. This Ebook contains sexually explicit scenes and adult language and may be considered offensive to some readers. Vellum flower icon Created with Vellum Full Page Image No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. ![]()
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