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If this was love, it sucked.
I exhaled. “OK.” To win, to survive, to become queen of the bullshit, I’d submit. But just for one night. And then, I’d let all hell loose.
love, as I was learning, had a fuck of a lot of sacrifice.
Kakashka,”
“Ebanashka.”
Celeste Vander Veer giggled beneath it with her friends. Her old man owned one of the largest gun factories in the entire country. Old money. He was someone we’d been trying for ages to get close to.
“Be good, wasp,” was all he said as she glared up at him. “Never.” “Then be bad. Either way, I win.”
“Sei tutto il mio mondo,”
Because if my queen wasn’t happy, then no one was happy.
I was worth it. All of it. Life. Death. Hope. Love. I’d earned it. I wanted it. It was mine, and I was going to take it.
I heard it’s one of his men. There are four of them. The horsemen. They call the dude who created it Masters. He must be a fucking rocket scientist to come up with this shit though,”
Rosalie Bishop
Fox Evans.
Cole Scott.
“Ethan Masters.
“Lorenzo De Luca.
