Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 45548 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45548 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
There were no wild parties, no interchangeable boyfriends leaving a trail of broken hearts at her feet. The girl was fucking vanilla. In fact, had I not been the one at the end of her shit I would never have believed her capable of this cluster fuck.
But the fact that I was locked away behind bars was more than enough to remind me that no matter what face she showed others, I’d seen the real her; beneath that girl next-door bullshit.
I knew everything about her by the time my release date came up. They don’t do good behavior in this shithole, so though I’d been a model prisoner as far as they knew, I had to do the full stint. Her life had moved on while mine stood still. I’d seen most of it online since people posted every fucking thing there. If they ever knew how dangerous that shit was they’d go into hiding.
She’d grown into a beautiful young woman, but I guess I was the only one on earth who saw beyond that angelic face and kickass body to the viper that lived beneath. She’d destroyed a man’s life and hadn’t ever looked back. Not even on the anniversary of the day she’d fucked my life. Not one mention of the guy she’d condemned with her lies. I know, I checked. Sure I’d beaten the rap for that one, but everyone knows that’s a taint that will follow you the rest of your life.
So while my life was double fucked with a buzz saw, she went and got engaged by the time I came out. The fuck if I was gonna let that stop me from the course I’d set in my head. That shit didn’t have any bearing on what the fuck I had planned for her. As far as I’m concerned, I own her ass for the foreseeable future.
She maliciously took a part of my life, now I was coming for hers. Those are my motherfucking rules. Only two people know the truth behind what went down between us, and unless she’s a total nut-bag, she knows she owes me big time.
Then again she may not know it. For all I know I might be nothing more than a blip of a distant memory in her past. The way she’d moved on so blithely with never a mention of what had passed between us, I could almost believe that she’d erased it from memory.
That would mean that to her I was nothing more than something to be cast aside like trash. I mean, what kind of human being would just move the fuck on after doing something like that? Maybe her daddy had taught her that she was better than everyone else. That it was perfectly fine to destroy a man’s life because he had the nerve to tell her spoilt ass no. But she was about to learn different.
She was twenty-one now, more than old enough. I’m about to teach her ass what happens when you cross a man like Todd Rogers. It’s a lesson her ass will never forget. I was sure I was gonna move on after this, after I was done exacting vengeance. But my aim was to see that she didn’t.
Bleeding and broken, that’s what she gets, it’s what she deserves. Only I meant to make her bleed in a way that never ends. On the inside where no one else can see, but you feel it every second of every day. It’s the feeling of life seeping out of you as you die a slow cold death. Dead man walking.
I have to say she’s been on her best behavior, these last few years though and a better man might’ve taken that shit into consideration and written it off as the vagaries of youth. From following her shit online there was never so much as a hint of anything hinky. It was hard to reconcile the two sides to her, they were so vastly different.
I guess she thinks if she lives her life on the straight and narrow from here on out that it would absolve her of the guilt of the shit storm she’d turned my life into. Like murdering a few people and then saying ten hail Marys to buy your way into heaven. Too bad for her ass that’s now how this shit works in the real world.
I counted down the last few days until my release with nothing more on my mind than the vengeance I’d honed into an art. It’s funny what you can do with five years of free time and a gut full of hate. If she only knew what was headed her way she’d hop on a plane and find her ass in the middle of the Sahara. I’m pretty sure I’d find her there too. There wasn’t anywhere she could go to escape me. The beauty of it is, she doesn’t have a clue.