Thrills

Prologue

Mavie

I had never before in my life been thrilled with as much anger as is currently coursing through my veins. Sure, I've been angry, but angry enough to do what I am about to? No. Never.

I swung the bat as I walked, ignoring the curious glances from passerby's. His car was getting closer, the Rolls-Royce freshly cleaned and glistening under the moon and street lights illuminating the busy street. Daddy's money could get you a lot, and I'll certainly miss that about Adam. A cheater, sure, but a cheater who would spoil me in riches to make up for it.

Toxicity was the base of our entire three year long relationship. To say that it was a relationship full of love, care, and happiness would be a lie. I loved him, sure, but I wasn't sure if I loved him simply because I felt it in my heart or because my father told me I was supposed to love him.

Either way, he was not supposed to cheat on me and I was certainly not going to let him think he can get away with cheating. Whether for my sake or any woman desperate enough to get with him on the future, he was going to pay the price for being a complete douche.

Approaching the vehicle filled my body with such a rush of adrenaline and euphoria that without even a moments hesitation, I raised the bat and brought it down on the hood of the car. The alarm system began blaring and everyone stopped in their tracks to stare at the, in their bias opinion, deranged girl destroying a random luxury car.

They probably assumed I was on drugs. I wasn't. Besides the marijuana and three shots in my system, I was completely, one hundred percent sober.

For now, anyways.

My swinging was growing louder, the sounds of glass shattering and metal crunching filling the night air that was once full of friendly chatter. I didn't mind the attention, really, and I knew that they'd get more of a show when the police showed up and Adam came down from fucking whatever girl he decided was worthy enough in his penthouse.

Sirens were drawing closer and I knew I only had so much time left. I had already taken off the mirrors, taillights, headlights, and smashed just about every window I could. But the pendant on the front of the hood that was basically a Callistro family trademark stared mockingly at me.

Without a second of hesitation, I swung my bat and knocked the pendant off, it landing on the ground with a decently loud thump. I began hitting the solid gold until it was crumpled in such a way it wasn't recognizable.

Happy with my damage, I sat on the now incredibly uncomfortable hood that held many memories of me being fucked on and waited for the cops to arrive. My dress rode up my thighs and I sensed some hungry looks from a few of the older gentleman around, but I didn't care.

I pulled out my phone and sent my brother a quick text.

To Banks
Had a little scrimmage with the cops. Bail me out? Love ya.

(|)

a/n
imagine she was hitting the wrong car lol