When Smiles Fade

by Paige Dearth

As she watched him eat his stew laced with the tasteless, odorless poison, Emma rejoiced in what was to come. She had never felt so good in her life. Adrenaline raced through her veins. She almost felt high. She was euphoric. Paybacks are a bitch, she thought to herself.

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Even toward the end, she had been slipping large doses of poison into his soup. She was truly proud of having killed her father. In her mind, she had killed her father to save herself and her sister from his sadistic behavior. She was finally free of the son of a bitch. He had beaten her unmercifully and now he was finally dead.

Up until then, Emma had no clue as to the kind of person Ethan really was.

Emma made her first mistake by allowing Ethan into her heart.

Ethan’s only real motivation was to control her.

Maybe Mrs. Tisdale sent him to me, she thought. But it was more likely that Pepper had sent Ethan to her.

“By the way, my name is Salvatore,” he said, extending his hand to her.

i love how there are so many characters i come across in this book from other stories

But a slow, grinding anger was building up within her and she welcomed it this time, letting it course through her veins and reach her heart, its flames red-hot, obliterating, and turning to ashes any love she might have once felt for him.

“Salvatore’s father is Johnny Morano. He’s the head of the Mafia family here in Philly.

It was while lifting the mattress that Brianna found Gracie’s journal.

i knew it! this is wherr all the truths will come out

From the way he stank, Emma could tell he hadn’t showered in a long time. His dick smelled like he had shoved it up his own ass. She nearly gagged from the odor, annoying him so intensely that he punched her on top of the head.

Yuck

Salvatore had been exposed to violence his whole life. He was now reminded of how the Mafia had begun centuries before he was born. His father told him of the story of a French soldier who raped a Palermo girl, only fourteen years old at the time, on her wedding day in 1282. When the raped girl’s mother found her she ran through the streets crying and screaming “ma fia, ma fia,” or “my daughter, my daughter.” Sicily’s citizens banded together and revolted against the French. On Easter Monday, at

They stripped him and tied him to a metal chair where they beat him with a bat, cut his arms and legs with dull knives, and three days later killed him by wrapping his entire head in plastic wrap, watching as he suffocated to death. His long punishment and slow death

“So it was all right for you to do this to your girlfriend, but it ain’t all right for you. Huh?” Vincent asked. Ethan shook his head vigorously. Vincent looked at the broomstick. “You know,” he seethed, “what I’d like to do is split your fuckin’ head open with this, but if I did that, you wouldn’t be awake for all the fun you’re about to have. Now would ya?”

The broomstick entered Ethan with such force he thought it had broken through his rectum and into his stomach. Then the man withdrew the broom just as abruptly and did it again. And again. And again. Dropping the broom to the floor, he made his way around to look Ethan in the face. “Ain’t too nice, is it?” Vincent tormented. Tony

No one heard Ethan’s screams through the gag that covered his mouth.

As they drove away from the apartment, the two men sat in silence. They lived for these moments. There was nothing more enjoyable than killing for justice.

Three pit bulls stood facing him. His instinct told him to climb back over the fence to safety, but with all the alcohol he’d consumed, his motor skills were impaired, his gait was wobbly, and sheer terror had frozen his feet in place. Before Jamie could put his fingers through the chain-link fence to get the grip he needed to begin his climb, the dogs were on top of him. They gnawed at the flesh of his calves as if they were eating chicken wings served at a Super Bowl party.

Good, bastard!

Emma flashed him a sinister smile as he screamed and begged her for help. “Oh, Jamie,” she said, her tone malicious, “I thought you liked dogs. At least that’s what Izzy told me. Woof! Woof! Woof! You big dick! She told me what you made her do, you fucking perverted prick!” Jamie’s eyes bulged out of their sockets. He realized too late that she had set him up. Terror devoured him

Emma sat on her bed, smirking, satisfied that she had taken care of one more asshole in the everlasting procession of scum that seemed to come her way. In her world, people who fucked with children were scumbags and shouldn’t be given a second chance.

I’m here to find out if you wanted to give our relationship a second chance.”

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