The Genuine American Experience!

The Genuine American Experience!

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"First thing we gotta do is deny everything, Mick!" Weasels explained to me. "Absolutely everything! We weren't there! It never happened! Anything the media doesn't already know doesn't even get a mention, Mick! No one was trying to assassinate no one last night! Spuuke doesn't know diddly from dooby about this or anything else!" (He was right about that last part.) "You and Google-brain got out unseen", he went on. "And we aren't about to volunteer any further information on that! Nothing new gets added except deflections away from allegations against Senator Spuuke! Do you understand what I'm saying!?" "I get it, I get it," I waved him down. "Look, why is it so important to Spuuke that I write this speech? Why doesn't he get one of you geniuses to do it?" "The key word there is 'geniuses'", he said. "Geniuses don't write speeches." Mick Donaldson worked for Senator Burty Spuuker for years, and he's now spilling all his dirty laundry in his book: The Genuine American Experience. Turns out politics is just a bunch of brain-dead corrupt buffoons playing us all for fools!
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I stared at the girl in the mirror. She was only a shadow of the girl I used to be. Blue eyes, void of emotions and glint, glanced back at me. My lipstick and mascara were smudged, and my blonde curls were a complete mess from when he had fisted them while he pounded inside me from behind. "Whores like you deserved to be fucked bent over the counter of a hotel restroom," Logan's last words before he left the ladies' restroom echoed in my ears. A tear trickled down my cheek as a scream fought to escape out of my mouth. I bit down on my lip to stop myself from crying out loud. He had vowed to hate me till eternity and make me pay for every single one of my sins. The thing I was unaware of was that I would start to hate myself during this journey of betrayal and vengeance. -------------------- Christina struggled to make ends meet with her mom, who was suffering from cancer. An old pervert boss who was hell-bent on making her his wife number four and a whole lot of her colleagues who wished her to be gone guy from the company. When someone from her past returns to her life, vowing to make her pay for her betrayal, she has nothing left but to see her life falling apart. Past will be dug, secrets will resurface, and buried passions reignite in this tale of betrayal and hate. Trigger Warning ⚠️ : The MMC in this book is unlike the ones in my other books. He is vindictive and abusive and does many questionable things. If you don't like such characters, please refrain from reading further.

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