Slaughter

by Shantel Tessier

I’m coming for you, Bunny. And you have no fucking idea how much your life is about to change. For the worst.

This bitch is my heaven and my hell. My angel and my demon. And here I am, staring down the very woman I gave everything to, only for her to take it and run, never looking back.

I want her to beg me. I want her to bleed for me. I want her to love me.

don’t dish out what you don’t want served back to you. Just because you have a pussy doesn’t give you a pass to put your hands on a man. He’ll retaliate, and it’ll be twice as hard.

No amount of alcohol or drugs could erase my mind. Memories. They’re a sickness with no cure. And I’ve been slowly dying ever since I lost him.

“So what are you going to do now?” he asks, taking a drink from his own glass. I shake my head. “No clue.” He arches a brow. “What?” I snap. “Well, that’s not like you not to have a plan.” I know. It’s not like me at all.

“You were not meant for Avery, Presleigh. The sooner you realize that, the easier it will be on you.”

“I’m gonna slaughter them, Bunny. For you. I’m gonna put you on a fucking throne and lay them at your feet for what they did to you.”

She’s been my anger. She’s been my love. She had been my happiness. And now she is gonna be my damnation.

But the most beautiful things are never just handed over to you wrapped up in a bow. It takes tears and sweat to get what you want. Even blood. And I’d bleed for this man. All he’d have to do is ask. ’Cause I know without a shadow of doubt that he would do the same for me.