Raised by my four brothers, I'm the poster girl of a hot-mess. A sucker for cheating assholes and shitty friends. It's the reason I've come home. The only reason! I arrive to find the family business in shambles. My brothers have managed to run it into the ground. With new competition, the stakes are high, especially when I realize whose stealing all of the business out from under us. Seeing him again isn't the hard part. I'm over Crane Lord, his cocky, dangerous sex appeal, his criminal ways of getting by, and how he used to own every part of me. He's the enemy. I don't want him. I can't. Shit!
*Contains Adult Language and Content. Some sexual situations*
The driver pulls into the parking lot of my chosen location and spats off the amount I owe him. I pull out my ex’s bank card and wait. When he gives me a paper to sign, I tip him a hundred bucks. He graciously thanks me with his Russian accent, in which I return an easy smile and tell him it was my pleasure. I’m spiteful and it feels so fucking good. Revenge to me is like a fine aged wine is to a hoity-toity Stepford wife. It’s my happy place where I know I won’t be a victim of my stupidity. My day is spent on a new tattoo; a piece representing the lying douchebag who doesn’t have a clue who he’s dealing with. It’s a giant cockroach with a vividly detailed Chuck Taylor slamming down on it. Underneath it states, ‘paybacks are a bitch and so am I’. Every single second of the needle penetrating my skin absolved the time and effort I’d put forth on another failed relationship. I’ve been around guys my whole life. He’s a dime a dozen. My only regret was getting serious in the first place. I should have learned a long time ago that you can’t count on anyone, at least not anyone I know.