Bourgeois v/s Stallworth pt. 2 'HIM'

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*TRIGGER WARNING, THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SOME VIOLENT CONTENT*





Flynn POV





I pick up the box.


"So, put it on ... Wait I need to ask properly again."


Devin brushes past the sweet housekeeper, closes the door, walks over and takes the box from me.


"Flynn ... "


He gets on one knee. I remember how I felt the first time he asked, THEN I remember how I felt the last time I smelled pussy on him. Fucking idiot, take a shower ...


"... would you please do me the honor of becoming my wife? Honey, you're the only woman for me. I've loved you since we were 19."

Get up Devin.

"Not until you put your ring on."

It's not my ring.

"Yes it is! Come on Flynn, this is getting old now. Your Dad already asked me to be there at the press conference. We need a united front."

United front? Against what? Quit using this as a way back in. Eslan will roll over because of the safety records. That's the end of it. Nobody wants to go to jail. Damn.

"Flynn there something you need to know."

What? Larry told me everything.

"I guarantee not everything. This dude is ..."

Stop! I know he's not involved. Dammit D. he had nothing to do with any of this.

"Aww Flynn."

Ugh ... just leave me alone. Don't.



I try not to cry.

Devin touches my arm.


"Alright, forget the ring, sit down."


He goes in his backpack and pulls out some papers. They look like police reports and photos.

I sit.


"I take no pleasure in showing this to you."

Hmph, I bet.


I snatch the papers. I'm sure it's some petty bullshit.

I begin to read, then change my mind.


"Honey, you need to know."

I don't care.

"Fine, I don't want to be the one to tell you. This, you need to see for yourself. I'll leave so you can have some privacy. It's heavy, trust me."


Devin goes to the door, turns and looks at me.


"I love you Flynn."

Yeah, OK.

"I'm just looking out for you."

Bye Devin.


He sighs and leaves.

I look at the papers.

No.














Larry POV





Why Flynn let them take me? I thought she love me, she never really say the word, but I know there good reason for all this.

I safe.

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