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❝He took one look at her and he knew she was the perfect kind of trouble: a good girl who knew exactly when to be bad.❞
Zayn Malik. Ruthless leader of one of the largest mafia organizations within Nevada. Who also owns the most popu...
❝He had eyes the colour of sin. Lips that tasted like hellfire. And tonight, I was a little hungry for the devil.❞ — Almaz A.
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🥀 E V E R L Y
Just as I'm walking down the sidewalk, it starts lightly raining. Since when does it rain in the state of Nevada? Annoyed, I begin to quicken my pace, noticing that it's starting to get rather dark.
"What the fuck is your problem, bitch?" I hear a voice yell, which is so loud that I'm sure people hear it for miles around. I follow the sound of shouting until I walk around the building and find the source of the noise.
Despite the rain that's spitting, there's two people having a screaming match just outside a sketchy motel. I decide it's best not to intervene, but then I hear him call her a whore and there's a loud slap that echoes in my ears as he backhands her.
She immediately grabs her cheek, and scowls at the man.
Knowing I need to intervene, I charge at the two of them while yelling at the man to lay his hands off her. When I get close enough, I realize that I know exactly who the man is.
None other than Dean, one of my friend's boyfriends.
"Dean, what the hell are you doing?" I snap at him and he just rolls his eyes.
The woman he's with looks at me and says, "He owes me money. I don't fuck for free, honey!"
I pinch the bridge of my nose, sighing heavily. Did I really just catch him with a prostitute at a sketchy ass motel?
"Dean, you sick freak, pay the woman." I give him a death glare, so wishing he'd actually die from it. I don't exaggerate for effect.
He sighs, crossing his arms. "Why should I? It was fuckin' horrible." I hate the way he looks at the woman. He has such hate for her. He looks at her as if she means nothing more than trash just because of what she does for a living.
"Honey, it wasn't me. Not my fault you can't get a stiffy." She shrugs, feeling this sudden urge of confidence now that she has someone on her side. "Too much porn and a right hand as your best friend does that to a man."
I try so fucking hard to not choke out loud, but I do. I choke so fucking loud that they both turn to look at me and so I cover my mouth in a pathetic attempt to hide it.
Dean just glares at me, but nonetheless pulls his wallet out of his back pocket. He fishes out a wad of cash and shoves it in the woman's hand. "Here," he snaps. "But no tip."
