Her Revenge

Prologue

Hello my dear lovelies. Yes it is I, Amber. Damn Amber back at it again with a new story. Okay don't judge me. I'm much bored okay?

Anyways, so this is as you can tell the prologue to Isabella's story. Now a little warning before we start.

THIS BOOK WILL BE MATURE AT TIMES!

And I know some chapters will get blocked and I hate to do this to you guys but if they do get blocked then you do have to follow me in order to access it. I don't know if Wattpad will end up but just in case ya know.

This book will contain the following:

-sex (more than I have ever written and probably the most I will ever write)

-gun violence

-violence in general

-rape

-murder

-torture

-castration.

If any of these are not your cup of tea, I suggest you delete this book right now.

Anyways I was really actually debating for a long time for the cover because I got some AMAZING SUBMISSIONS so that's why it took me so long to post this.

The cover currently is made by Aimee21x so this chapter is dedicated to her! Also a quick shoutout to Baby_J_21 for bringing Aimee to me.

But here it is. I hope you guys enjoy!

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"I told you, I don't know anything."

I looked over at my brother-in-law, Ezekiel.

The words he uttered made me want to lose control but I needed my control. 

I nodded my head and took a step back, allowing Ezekiel to take charge.

Ezekiel cracked his knuckles and moved forward. His tall frame and muscular body caused the ground to shake as he stomped his way towards our guest. He smirked and brushed his fingers through his hair.

He knelt down in front of our guest and tilted his head to the side. Ezekiel grabbed a plier from the table beside the chair. He opened it and placed each end on one side of the man's index finger.

The man's eyes widened as his body twitched away from the plier. The message was clearly received as fear radiated from all corners of him.

It wouldn't be enough for him to spill and I will enjoy breaking the information out of him, bit by bit.

Ezekiel grabbed his finger and held it tight. "One move and I snip it off."

He stopped moving. Fear swept into his eyes and he looked at me, pleading me to let him go. "Please. Don't do this. I have a family."

I mentally scoffed in my mind. He thinks that his family is going to save him? The family that didn't even try to look for him?

I gave him the benefit of doubt and smirked at him. "You should have thought about that before getting involved with him."

His eyes widened and he shook his head. "No you have it all wrong. I never—"

My smirked diminished and in its place, came a cold glare. The same one I sent to my victims before I tortured them in the most inhumane way.