Unusual Attractions *on Hold*

Unusual Attractions *on Hold*

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Death. That's all I felt. Some people would probably ask if it hurts; if its an awful feeling. Yet, all I felt was bliss as I lay in the trunk of the giant black Escalade. I lifted my head to see a huge, red splotchy mess engulfing my whole chest. I groaned in exhaust. Why couldn't I just die already? Take me already! No one cared about me anyways! There's a reason I left the only place I felt safe! They needed to be safe. I had been through so much in the past 3 months. Now, I just wanted it all to end. I was about to scream in agony, when I felt a sense of comfort take over my body. My whole body tingled like a foot when it's sitting still for long amounts of time. I felt my eyes start to flutter softly and slowly. Was this what the final moments felt like? Was this the way people described it in those books where they died for 90 minutes or so? If so, they probably have way better vocabulary than me. Whatever, just kill me already. I felt my body go numb at the end of that last thought. My breathing started to short out. Here we go. This was it. That was when I heard a door open and the burning sunlight seep through my eyelids, blinding me at the same time, helping me fall asleep faster. Then I felt nothing......but ultra euphoria.....
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The darkness in his eyes, the dangerous smell of alcohol in his breath, and his deathly grip keeping me bound to him made my heart pound in my chest and my body quiver beneath him. Shamefully, it wasn't anything that I wasn't used to, because...the things I let him do to me? When he was frustrated, annoyed, and angry at the world, I was here to be his pound of flesh. In return, he masked the void of my loneliness because for months, that was the transaction of our relationship. He'd pin me to the wall, bend me over the counter, pull my hair, slap me, choke me, and I enjoyed every second of it because in that moment, it finally felt good to be powerless. Irony is a funny thing. I enjoyed being in pain because it made me forget how much I was hurting. *** "I warned you, doll." His voice strikes a string of chills down the base of my spine, a reminder that all of the time in the world could pass, and he's still not letting go. This is where the good girl in me dies. "You're mine now," he whispers. *** My name is Mercy-Mercy Carter. I went to college. Got myself a useless Bachelor of Science in Mathematics degree. His name is Marcel-Marcello Saldívar. However, at the time, I didn't know that he, the heir to the Saldívar Mafia empire, was the man that I had blindly offered myself to. As smart as I am, I was stupid all the times when it actually mattered. After all, he did warn me that he was dangerous. I just didn't think he could be much worse than my thug of a brother. I was vulnerable-naive. My name is Mercy, and I belong to him. My name is Mercy, and I am The Mafia's Mercy. ⚠️ Content Advisory: This is a DARK Romance novel, in every sense of the word. It DOES contains DARK themes that may be triggering. Reader discretion is STRONGLY advised.

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