"From the ashes, we shall rise"
WARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT , VIEWERS DISCRETION IS ADVISED
The second book of the tainted series, it can NOT be read as a stand-alone.
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"Your mother did it to your boyfriend and plans to do it on you, next."
Part of me wished he was lying, but I wouldn't be surprised if it was true deep down. God knows she's been trying a lot of things over the years, so she could fix me. I wasn't the perfect daughter, and she would rather have me braid dead than take me as I am.
At this point there was nothing that could be said to detest this from him, it was his word against hers. And I really didn't have a proper reaction, other to the fact that I was just numb. But he didn't seem to like that all too well, the look on his face when I forced myself to turn off my emotions. That could be handled later, right now - all of this was about getting the fúck out of here.
"Even if you're telling the truth, none of that is going to change anything. I'm not working here, especially for the likes of you." I pushed back my tears as I emphasized the last word, so he can know that none of this was going to affect me. "Do your worst, there is nothing that you can say or do that'll make me ever work in a place like this. Not for you or that man."
That seemed to do nothing to his ego, only using that to fuel his anger. Almost like it went hand- in hand, that he was proud to be this way. A different type of insanity, much more darker and something far more dangerous. I would've almost regret what I said if it wasn't for the fact Zahir was here.
I'll take all the abuse if it meant that kid would remain unharmed, even if I did have to work. It would never be to hurt him, that isn't happening. Over my dead body.
"You're gonna wanna play nice, otherwise we'll have someone much more determined to treat you. Unlike your mother." He cooed at me, moving my head back and forth by his fingers gripping my chin.
I said nothing else as he laughed, backing away from me while picking up the work phone on his hip as it ring loudly.
"We'll keep all the fun stuff for later, I have to go. But make sure she works with him to find those papers, god knows we need them." He spoke over his shoulder waiting as my guard used his badge to open the door, flashing it over the lock as it buzzed. Giving me one last look before answering his phone, the door slamming shut behind him.
"What are we looking for?" I whispered to myself, starring in terror at the door.
"Daddy's records."
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Zayn
The raging music blared in my ears as I requested Harry to turn it up the highest it can go, then make sure the system was just as high. The intensity of the beats aiming towards the climax of the song, damn near causing the walls to shake violently. Anyone else would find it damaging or annoying, hell they probably did - but that didn't matter to me.
It kept me going, at least...
My wrists ached as I kept pounding against the heavy bag, concentrating on my breathing as I moved around the swaying. Treating them as if it were punches being thrown at me, dodging them and connecting the glove against the bag. Five points. I chucked, twisting my body and re-circling around as it swayed towards my left.
