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Maybe she had earned it, but her father took all the money He’d certainly never helped her when Ava was born She’d been on her own, and as so damn hard No one wanted to hire a wohting, they believed she was nothing ht her past, she couldn’t win There was no getting away from it She’d tried so hard

The only way out noas to take her father down

She ainst the wall As she did so, the friction reht and how o was all man, and not only that, his sords unraveled her She couldn’t fight hi man that she’d avoided

When he spoke to her like a gentles in her ear, she was able to forget that he was a cold-blooded killer—like her

Staring out across the city, she wondered if it would be better to put Ava up for adoption Her life, it wasn’t about fairy tales or princesses Ava deserved a mother who didn’t have a checkered past

No ht about it, unless her father died and her connection to the underground fighting ring was severed, she would always be looking over her shoulder Her little girl would never be able to have a noro out and play in a field or be with friends Belle would be constantly terrified that soht to win her back

Was she a badher?

Staring down into the dark brown liquid, she couldn’t help but feel selfish She loved her daughter soin her life There were hter’s bed, and just watch her It amazed her that an act that had been so so precious

Yet, last night, Drago had shown her what ot off a man She’d enjoyed every second of his touch and his body Just re what his cock felt like inside her, ain

Still, she couldn’t help but think that , she’d woken up, and her first thought had been to go and check on Ava To ht’s sleep

Ava’s wasn’t there

If she finally gave Ava up, her daughter would be safe, and Belle wouldn’t be scared like she was now, fearing that someone could take her Tears filled her eyes, and she hated theht all of her life not to show any kind of weakness

Thinking about her father, what he’d done to her, to her daughter, filled her with a new kind of rage She felt sick to her sto a deep breath, she tried to relax, count down froain, but it didn’t help

It was her only coping mechanism

Whenever her father told her to go and fight, she did She’d been so desperate for her father’s affection that she’d done everything he wanted and then some