Den Of Cobras

Asher, Grayson, and Felix...The Cobras

They run the city. They own businesses. They run the people. It's all an operation, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 operation. They have sordid deals and sordid punishments. Their reputation is dark. It brings a man, even the strongest to their knees and they beg for mercy, for their 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴. 𝘕𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 messes with The Cobras. If you do, your fucked. No one wants to help you. My uncle who was suppose to be my family, 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘦.

Yes, he fucking sold me to clear his debt.

𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐦𝐞.

I may be theirs now. Probably merely a toy to them. Until they get tired of me and kill me. But, after the hell I have been through, I am no longer a meek little girl. I am no longer compliant. Meeting them, I saw the desire burning in their eyes. They 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 me. The longer I'm with them, the more they want me. Their blood-stained hands hold me and touch me. Blood-stained and scarred, and I feel safe. Safer than I have ever felt. They want me. They want everything I have and every bit about me. They want what I have to give. They 𝘮𝘢𝘺 own my body, but they will never 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 have my heart. I'm going to make The Cobras regret that they took me.

𝐈...𝐈 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭. 𝐒𝐨, 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐦𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐛𝐫𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬.