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Whoever’s behind the door is scared, and I live for that fear.
Something about her just pulls me in. Something about the way she’s carrying herself. It's like she needs me, or maybe I need her.
I wish I hadn’t let her go. I wish I’d never had to meet with him. I clench my teeth and close my eyes, wondering if I’ll ever see her again. I breathe deep and steady myself as I drive away, knowing I’ll never see him again. I hate myself. I hate myself.
“Just found my new girl.”
You gonna take a shot at me, you better fucking make sure it takes me out. Johnny
I’d be shocked if he didn’t take steroids. I hope he doesn’t, 'cause that shit will shrink up your dick.
Tommy might be the muscle, but when we need to get information from someone, we turn to Anthony. Put him in a room with anyone, I don’t care who it is, he’ll get what he wants.
I have to admit though, when he hands it over to me and my doll’s picture looks back at me, suddenly I don’t really give a fuck about the iPad. I read the description and go through the photos.
She should’ve at least taken me to dinner if she was gonna fuck me like that. I bark a laugh out at my little joke.
I need to crash. Or go to a freaking mental institution. I’m not sure which.
How am I? I’m fucked. That’s what I am. I’m seriously fucked in the head.
She’s mine now.
I’ve never stalked a person before.
My problem, and my girl.
“If anyone touches her, or implies that any harm should come to her or her son, I will slit your fucking throat open.”
I won’t allow anyone to keep breathing if they so much as think of touching my girl.
He pulls my body into his gently. “You’re not fine.” He kisses my neck. “You weren’t fine.”
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” I close my eyes and drop my head against the pillow. I’m in dangerous territory. My heart is begging for more. I’m only going to end up hurt. I know it. But I want it. I want him. I need him.
She wants to act like that, it’s on her. But my heart is fucking open, and I’m not going to let her pretend I didn’t just make love to her. That I didn’t just see right into her fucking soul as she came on my dick. It was fucking beautiful. I’m not going to let her disrespect that.
“I do own you.”
“I love you, Dom.” It’s mumbled from her lips. I prop myself up on my elbow and look at her. She’s peacefully asleep, but I know I heard her say it. I lie back down and kiss her hair. “I love you, doll.” I whisper the words and pray maybe that will be enough.
He laughs a low, deep chuckle against my lips. “Thank you, doll.” I pull back with a questioning look. “What’d you do that you’re thanking me?” He laughs and shakes his head. “Thank you for loving me.” My heart melts, and I mold my lips to his. He’s so fucking sweet. “Always.” I rub my hand along his stubble and give him a chaste kiss. “Love you.” “I love you too, doll.”
“No one touches her. No one!” I scream
I know the rules, just like I know I’m breaking them right now. But I don’t care. I’m not going to allow anyone to hurt her.
And thanks for the orgasms this morning. May I have another? I laugh at my inner thought.
“No one touches her!” he screams above my head. I grip onto his shirt tighter. He’ll save me. He has to save me.
“I’m not going to hurt you.” I say it just loud enough for her to hear and take a step out into the hallway. I shut the door and my fucking heart breaks as I barely make out her words. “You already have.”
It was a mistake. All of this is such a mistake. I’m a mistake. I’ve heard it all my life, but I never thought it was true until now. I don’t want to die, but part of me wishes he would just kill me.
She looks at me with those big blue eyes and pleads for an answer. “What are you going to do to me?” I finally have an answer for her. I smirk at her, “I’m going to keep you.”
“No one’s gonna lay a finger on my girl.”
“I told you you’re mine, didn’t I?” Vince asks me. I nod my head against Vince’s shoulder and try to stop my nerves from getting the better of me. “No one touches what’s mine.”
She’s fucking perfect. She’s my obedient sweetheart. All fucking mine.
What do I do? I do your brother-in-law. That’s not an appropriate answer.
“You better being treating my sweetheart good too. If you threaten her with anything, I’ll make sure you lose your fucking badge.”
No one touches what’s mine. No one but me.
I can’t wait to ask her. Well, I’m not going to ask. I’m going to tell her she’s marrying me.
They can keep calling me a good girl though, right up until the moment I slit their throats.
I won’t break until I’ve had my revenge.
I’m fucked. All because of Ava. And it was fucking worth it.
“But this is real for me. What we shared. I’ve never felt that before, and I want it, Ava. More than anything else.”
I close my eyes and force the voice away. I’m not broken. I’m his. I can’t be broken.
“Nothing. I’m just not normal anymore; I’ll never be normal again.” I don’t understand. Where is my Ava? This isn’t her. “Fuck, normal? Who fucking cares about normal?”
“I love you, Ava.” I search her eyes for a reaction, but there’s nothing. “Is that what you need to hear, baby? I love you so fucking much. I’m so damn proud to have you as my girl. I’ll make you my wife.” Tears prick at my eyes. I almost bought a ring to go with those earrings. The only thing holding me back was I wasn’t sure what design she would have liked. I’m so fucking ready to have it all with her.
bitch emotions come back as I remember her telling me I deserve better. Better than her? No fucking way. She’s it for me.
“Or maybe a better question to ask is, do you think you deserve happiness?”
I’m not broken. I’m a survivor.
If this is it, if it’s the end, I’ll take it like I should and leave her alone so she can find someone better. But I’ll be fucking watching, and I’ll destroy any fucker not good enough for her.
“Of course I do. I’ll always love you, Ava. Even if you don’t want me, I’ll always love you.” “I love you, too.” She breathes
wanna be with you, Ava. I want you back. I want you forever.”
Just one more time, before I have to say goodbye. Just one more time, before it all comes to an end.
