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“There are four kinds of homicide:

felonious, excusable, justifiable,

and praiseworthy”

~ Ambrose Bierce

LIAM

So, today was the day I drank straight frolass I was too tired to move

“You plan on sharing?” Natasha asked as she rubbed her body against mine

Handing her the bottle, I leaned back, watching her pour the liquor down her throat God, I was going to miss that throat but that was about it

“This is such a sad day” She frohen I took the bottle back If only she would leave after our “ht this second Our s were officially over, or my mother would demand my balls and my father would hand them up to her

“What’s this girl’s na on top of me

Brushing her blond hair back fro instead of talking but had to restrain myself

“Melody Nicci Giovanni,” I said, taking another swig

She pouted, and it was ugly Most of her facial expressions were ugly, but I didn’t keep her around for her face, or her brain for that matter

“Arranged et irl you’ve never met before? You don’t even knohat she looks like What if she’s ugly, or fat?” she asked It would have been a good point if it didn’t

“I’ve explained this Natasha The Giovannis are one of the most powerful, if not the most powerful family in Italy and most of the west coast My father wants an end to the rivalry between the Irish and the Italians So, even if she is ugly, or fat, or covered in bloody warts, I will doher off me, I rose to my feet

Sedric, e for the past twelve years I was only fifteen and wanted to provethat needed to be done to make the family proud, like a bloody idiot I should have just let Declan marry her, but he had already hacked into his firstthe Russians blind Neal was too damn old and had already found himself the perfect arm candy Like all sons, anted to iht I had no other option, but like I said, I was a bloody idiot

“You could just hed and rolled around in et a new bed

“Not even if hell froze over anda towel

“And why not?” she yelled, holding the sheet to her chest as if she had any modesty to protect

I looked her dead in the eyes “Because you are a floozy, a manky, a whore, a woood ass and a deep throat”

Walking over to her, I kissed the side of her cheek before holding on to her sweet throat “But don’t be sad We all have our roles to play, and you have played yours Your services will no longer be needed”

Letting go of her, I grabbed a few bills fro them in her direction

“I am not a prostitute” She held back a sob