Have they gotten bigger?
“Ouch! Shit,” I yelp, rubbing the spot where she pinched me before she lifts my chin.
“My eyes are up here. Focus and answer my questions,” Emma chastises, rolling her eyes.
Licking my lips, I sneak one more peek and then nod. “What did you ask me?”
“What video?”
“The one where she tried to roofie the guys, but Rowan and August poured their drink into hers and covered her in horse nut.”
Her gray irises light in amusement. “Are you telling me you released footage of Samantha Davenport covered in horse cum?”
“It was so much more than just being covered in it.” I turn green at that memory. “She even rubbed one out. It’s not an image I ever want to think of again.”
Emma’s head falls back as she cackles-full-belly Santa chuckle until she’s red and tears run down her face. “So when she was going around campus bragging about fucking Rowan and Wy, it wasn’t them at all.”
I shake my head, “Nope. It was some monster dildo O and Wy bought.”
Emma lets out another peel of laughter before her mouth snaps closed. Then she unsuccessfully tries to get out of the couch. “What’s wrong?”
“Pee. . . I need to pee and fast,” she blurts out.
Jumping up, I lift her and carry her to the bathroom.
“Out,” she shouts. I’m about to argue that she has no reason to hide but think better of it.
“I’ll be just outside the door if you need me.” I’m met with silence before I hear the toilet flush and the faucet turn on.
Emma steps back into her bedroom and looks up at me, beaming. “Thank you. We almost had a tsunami on our hands.”
I snort as we walk back to the couch. “If you did, we would’ve sorted it out. Sent out search and rescue.”
“You’re a regular comedian today, aren’t you?” she retorts before clearing her throat. “While we’re on the topic of people who play stupid games and then are surprised when they win stupid prizes. Tell me how that dumb cunt was able to catch you all so flat-footed?”
EMMA
November 6, 2023
My Forever Girl,
Tonight, we get you back, regaining the power we temporarily lost.
Tonight, we send the Senator, and the sewage cunt troll back under the bridge they climbed from.
Tonight, I’ll get to hold you and tell you how sorry I am for the decision I had to make that led us to this moment.
Tonight, we right wrongs, choking what little life our enemies have left. We’ll skewer those who tried to break us and hurt you in the process.
Everything is in place, and we’ve rehashed the details down to the second. This is the night we’ve been working towards since I had to choose to save O.
Teagan’s been working tirelessly with Liam to deactivate the chip in Karl’s arm, and as long as nothing gets fucked up, you’ll be back in our arms. After you nut punch each of us, I’m sure, but I’d let you do it a thousand times if it guarantees we get you back.
Karl will be forced to do and say things to gain Samantha’s trust. It’s the only to get him close enough for Teagan to work her magic.
We need you to know that we’ll confess all our fuck ups. I’ll be the first and last at your feet, begging forgiveness. I have much to atone for-we all do.
We’re sorry for whatever you’re forced to endure at this farce of a party. We tried to get the Council to excuse you, but they said it would be more suspicious if they allowed you to break the rules of the contract. We just need you to hold on just a little bit longer.
We’re coming for you, Emma-you and our babies.
Song: Coming Home -Skylar Grey
Rowan
Ireread the last line through watery eyes, then snap Rowan’s journal closed.
They were always coming for me. I know they said it, but it is so hard to trust with all that’s happening.
Clearing my throat, I grab a tissue from the box on my desk and wipe my face. I know without looking that I’m a blotchy mess. Seeing what they planned compared to what actually happened that night will forever be burned into my memory.
Even after my conversations with Karl and Liam, part of me is still raw. I want to argue that there had to be another way. One where Karl didn’t need to pretend or be that close to Samantha, but that’s selfish. I’d be the first to tell him he was foolish if he didn’t do what was needed.
I open my laptop and type Senator Matthew Baker’s name into the search bar. I need to know the man who’s been trying to destroy my family. The smug bastard’s face pops up on the screen. Site after site sings his praises.
“
Youngest Senator in the country.”
“Baker’s on the fast track to the White House.”
Matthew Baker’s rags-to-riches story would be impressive if he hadn’t done so on the backs of people around him. I stare at the latest picture of him. He’s standing alongside his new wife, Samantha “Cunt Face” Davenport, or I guess it’s actually Baker now. Her smile is just as fake as it’s always been, but there’s something in her eyes I’ve never seen.
Fear. Samantha’s glacial blue eyes appear haunted.
“Good. I hope you’re a miserable bitch that makes his life just as unbearable,” I mutter. They deserve each other. I scroll further down, pausing to read the articles detailing Senator Baker’s countless accusations. Many that should disqualify him from holding public office, and even more that prove he needs to be behind bars.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.