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To all the bad bitches who own their feminine rage and delight in a damn good grovel.
When a man steps out of death row for a murder he didn’t commit, the first thing he wants to do is kill a motherfucker.
Galliano isn’t just the friend of our enemy, he’s the scumbag who lured away our newly widowed mother and made her his wife.
“My boyfriend’s a police detective,” I blurt, my stomach twisting at bringing up my abusive ex.
Jim wouldn’t just laugh his ass off and side with the smug bastard. He’d lock me in his spare room, then beat me senseless and hold me captive for another year.
Jim used to tell me every day that my paintings were shit. He used to punctuate that point with his fists.
The next asshole who fucks with me will get more than just a scalded dick.
Amen sista
ensnaring Emberly
TITLE MENTIONNNNNNN
The smile he gives me is strained, but that’s Benito. He’s bookish, mild-mannered, and was always meant to be the family attorney.
Mmmm my favorite
“What?” “I’m not one to fuck with. Do you understand?” Her smile falters. “What do you mean?” “Don’t make a mockery of me by announcing things that are none of your business.”
Bad bitch alertttt
One of these days, someone’s going to say the wrong thing, and I’ll unleash hell.
Later, even more booze appears, and more girls join the edges of our little dance troupe, including one in a gold dress and pretty sandals who introduces herself as Sera. I introduce her to Christina, Annalisa, and her friends as though I’m the party’s hostess.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHBH
Out of the corner of my eye, I see a large figure approach. Perfect. Turning on my heel, I grab the nearest male body and lunge at his lips. The man stiffens at first but gives in to the kiss. His lips are inviting and soft, tasting of cigars and expensive whiskey.
AHHHHHHH ITS GIVING THE LOVE HYPOTHESIS
“God has nothing to do with this mouth, but if you carry on being a filthy girl, it will take you to heaven,” he growls.
Shit. Wait. That was kinda smooth :p
“Where’s Cesare?” “With some woman he brought back from the Phoenix,” he replies, his voice flat. “Who?” “Rosalind. Your cousin Leroi’s crazy ex. He took her to his playroom.”
“Stop,” he screams. I continue slicing until his ear comes free, and the wound gushes with blood. “Who sent you?”
Okay vincent van gogh
Everyone in the house thinks I’m a nutcase, except perhaps Cesare Montesano, who may or may not be a psychopath.
Mmmmm think i might be a fan of Cesare!!!!!
The larger man swaggers over. “Look, Miss. The boss ain’t some lackey you can stand up whenever you feel like it. He’s a busy man who has better things to do than wait around for a lush.”
I cant wait for the day Roman goes off on him!!!!!
The last time I gave a man the benefit of the doubt, I became his hostage. I was assaulted, beaten, debased. I would rather die than let myself become a victim again.
I step out into the hallway to find Roman walking toward me, his features tense. On his right is an equally athletic-looking man with sharp features, closely cropped hair, and coloring so similar to Roman’s that they could be brothers. Next to the stranger is a petite woman I recognize from the nightclub. She danced beside us, wearing that beautiful gold dress. What was her name, Sera? I even introduced her to Annalisa and the others.
AHHHHHHHHHHB MY POOKIESSSSSS
Raising my chin, I force myself to meet his glower. “You’re going to answer my questions. This time, without any bull—” He wraps a hand around my neck, cutting off my words. Alarm explodes through my chest. I part my lips to scream, but he silences me with a kiss.
FUCKKKKKKKK YEAAAAAAA
“Are you thinking about that orgasm I gave you yesterday, because I didn’t wash my hands last night.” I bring my fingers to my nose and groan.
Ok colin bridgertonnn!!!!! *crying emoji*
Dominic slams me so hard against the wall that my spine explodes in agony. My eyes squeeze shut, and tears roll down my cheeks. He licks a path up the side of my face and growls, “Sam sends his regards.”
Did not expect Dominic. Th other one yea, but not Dominic. Smh
Dominic’s sneer dissolves into Jim’s snarl. That time his father goaded him into violence, Jim pinned me against the wall like this and fucked me in front of the old man.
I really cant wait until Roman finds out. He's gonna be PISSED (hopefully)
He calls my name again, and I continue acting like I’m too far gone to hear his voice. Roman places a soft kiss on my forehead before slipping out of bed and pulling on a pair of pants.
He knokws shes a wake. Like girllll
Roman was telling the truth. Jim’s superior, Samuel Johnson, paid Dominic to strangle me to death.
Sighhhhhhhhh
“The next motherfucker who messes with my house guest won’t die so easy.” His sharp voice cuts through my thoughts. “Anyone who so much as looks at her funny will lose their eyes. Anyone who smirks in her direction will lose their teeth. Anyone who touches her loses their hands. You understand?”
Yes daddy
The Di Marco Law group received a delivery of Samson Capello’s head, thanks to my cousin Leroi and his new girlfriend.
Miss them already :(
“How is it fair that you stole the man I saw first, got a free art studio, and a trunk worth over fifty grand?”
Bitch
I glance down at to read: Di Marco Law Group Martina Mancini Associate
Fuck fuck fuckkkkkkkkkkk
Fuck, I can’t believe I once thought of putting a bullet through her skull. Watching her create art was mesmerizing, and having her on my arm tonight filled me with so much pride.
When I step into the corridor, I collide with Benito, making him drop his phone. My reflexes kick in and I reach down to grab it, only to see it open to a video of a sleeping woman. My heart races as I realize it’s a surveillance app.
Goddddd i want this brother in a way that is more concerning to feminism than my health
One, I will finish Roman’s portrait. Two, I will give Roman my complete trust.
I’ve got to hand it to my baby brother. He’s a creative motherfucker.
Fuckkkkk Cesare's cruelty is so hottttttttt
Sometimes, I wonder if Cesare needs a therapist. Maybe losing Dad, then me and then our mother in such quick succession fucked with his sanity. Maybe he needs to lash out before anyone comes for us again. Or maybe he was broken all along. It’s hard to tell, but his loyalty to the family is absolute.
Benito is our diplomat. The ivy league-educated one with impeccable manners who can fit into any society event. If I had an official consigliere, it would be Benito. Right now, he deals with the outside world in a way that I can’t as a recently released convict.
FUCKKKKKKKKKK MEN WITH INTELLIGENCE TURNS ME ONNNNNN
The euphoria I felt when I completed the portrait returns. I rush out into the gardens and back through the patio doors leading to Roman’s study and burst in. He’s sitting around the sofa with Gil and his two brothers, but I’m too happy to falter at the sight of Benito and Cesare. All the conversation stops, and Roman rises from his seat. “Emberly?” he asks. I leap into his arms and pull him into a kiss.
“You’re only sorry because I have a protective boyfriend,” she yells. Boyfriend? I must be more convincing than I thought. My chest swells with pride at the prospect of Emberly thinking of me as her anything. I’m just protecting my most precious investment—her capacity to continue signing contracts.
Goshhhhh he really does piss me off sometimes
Emberly can stay with me for a lifetime. I no longer want to cut it short. It’s ludicrous that I ever wanted her dead. Instead, I plan on doing everything in my power to make sure she never leaves.
In that moment, the hard shell encasing my heart melts into nothing, and I know with certainty there’s no other woman for me but Emberly Kay.
Roman isn’t the kind of man to take advantage of a woman’s dependence on him. He encouraged me to start painting and invited the right people to his party to help further my career. He’s the polar opposite to Jim, who treated me like a slave.
Ummmmm. Funny story actually...
If I’m the king of this operation, then Emberly is my dark queen. My heart swells at the memory of my pretty little gorgon kicking and punching Lafayette in the back of the car.
His brows lower. “So you didn’t notice the gradual changes until it was too late?” My shoulders sag. “His manipulation was more skillful than turning up the heat.”
“When we first began dating, he would mention incidents where women had been attacked or raped by their roommate’s boyfriends or guests, making me feel like where I lived wasn’t safe.” Roman takes a long sip of his wine, his gaze dropping to the mozzarella. “He would bring up arrests that took place close to my building, drug dens in the area… Everything that would make it sound like my only option in the world was to move into his suburb.” “With him,” Roman says.
Girly. Sadly this fine ass man is making you repeat history :(
Roman shifts on the grass. Maybe it’s just me projecting, but he looks embarrassed for me that I didn’t see Jim coming. I’ve changed so much from the naïve idiot who swallowed a man’s bullshit without questioning his motives.
Girl. U making my eye twitch.....
Roman stares at me, his expression so pained that I reach across the picnic blanket and grab his arm. “It’s over now.” I force a smile. “When he caught up with me that night, you helped me escape.” He nods, but his eyes remain distant. “I wish I’d found you sooner.”
I can’t stop thinking about what Emberly told me of her last relationship. The man she described is me.
A knock sounds on the door as I’m starting a new painting. Roman walks in, holding a large box. My eyes widen. “Another one?” He grins. “What can I say? My love language is giving gifts.”
Roman rises off his seat. “Nobody insults my woman more than once and gets to keep their tongue. Get the fuck out of my house.” He bares his teeth. “Now.”
He said "MY woman"!!!!!??????!!!!!!!!
I glance around the table, seeing all the furious glares directed at Annalisa. Even Cesare and his date look disgusted at the jab.
Sighhhhhh i love this group
