Tight Ropes

Tight Ropes

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Beth My sister was the talk of the season this year and the mayor's son had an eye for her. More like the money of my family from what I have heard the people say. So, when time came and I called him out for something he had not done, rage was not the only thing that burned in his eyes. Three years later, he is back from exile but we are not the same people anymore, he has to achieve vengeance whereas I was the little lamb in his predator game. Marcus. First thing, get rid of her father. Second, take all she ever loved to turn against her and lastly stalk like a fox when she expects the least. The three years spent in exile for something that I didn't commit, oh she is going to pay for it for the rest of her life. Count the days like your last days of freedom before I come for you dear Beth.
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His hand tangled in her hair, yanking her head back until their eyes met-his, burning with fury. "Where the fuck is he?" he snarled, voice like gravel and thunder. She shuddered. "I... I won't..." A sharp bolt of pain shot through her skull as he twisted her hair tighter. In one swift motion, he drew his pistol and pressed it cold and hard against her temple. "Tell me," he growled, "or do you want to die?" Tears welled in her eyes as she let out a broken sob. "I want to die... Please, just kill me," she whispered, her voice drenched in years of torment. A storm of rage surged through him. His finger twitched on the trigger. He wanted to end her right then-end the defiance, the lies, everything. But something in her shattered posture stopped him. His gaze drifted over her trembling body, and his fury twisted into something darker. A cruel smile curled on his lips. "Not before I get a taste of you."

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