The infamous mafia leader, Sadie sink, starts to feel somthing she's never felt before. Love.
Specifically for a bartender at a strip club, Madison white. She's shy and feisty. Only living her life away from America, after she ran from her abuser...
TW: abuse, violence, death, blood/gore, guns, mention of rape!
(BEFORE WE START) I just wanted to say to all the SA victims and Domestic abuse victim, that what has happened to you is NOT your fault! And that it's not okay what your abusers have done to you.
DOMESTIC VIOLENCE HOTLINE: 800-799-7233
SEXUAL ASSAULT HOTLINE: 800.656.HOPE (4673)
PLEASE I BEG OF YOU CALL 🙏 IF YOU ARE A VICTIM.
IT WILL GET BETTER!!!!
Love you all, <3
—𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟻. 𝙵𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕 𝚒𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚐𝚞𝚒𝚜𝚎—
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I bust through my apartment door, immediately starting to gather the most needed necessities. Toothbrush, hygiene. Stuff, clothes.
I grab a suitcase, immediately stuffing what I can inside. As I'm in my bed room I hear my front door open and close. Not knowing what to do, I grab my gun in my nightstand, I had bought it because I knew about the gangs and crime.
"Wow you really have a shit hole!" The familiar voice makes my heart stop, and my flight or fight mode become activated.
It was Andrew...
How did he find me?! Why now?! I just can't get a break!
"Andrew I have a gun!" I yell, slowly walking into the living room. Seeing him standing there, that same toxic smirk on his face- and his cold eyes.
"Ooo I'm so scared!" He laughs. "You really thought you could hide from me?! After everything I did for you?!" He yells, he starts to trash my apartment. "Andrew stop.." I start to cry.
"You almost killed me!" I yell at him. He stops, turning around. "You shouldn't have been a bitch.. you do understand that everything that happened to you, you just asked for?!" He shouts, every word makes me flinch.
"You fucking raped me! how was that my fault! You know what your a sick bastard!" I yell at him, still pointing the gun. "Are you gonna shoot me or not?" He laughs crazily.
