Jilted Mechanic? The Underworld Boss's Queen!

ley

ill echoed in my ears. I pulled the heavy leather cut tighter around myself, t

ecedented sense of absolute confidence. Now it was time to go back,

way back to Tammy's rundown traile

w me walk in, she lunged at me like a rabid dog whose tail just got stepped on, her face c

you ran?! You worthless little slut, you can't even fetch a good price!

s reaching for my hair. She stumbled an

, like staring at a pile of

e specific Grim Reaper patch, after years of hanging around the club scene, her snobby dog eyes instan

king stop

ut?" Tammy stammered, her finger t

et of the cut, pulled out a worn, grease-stained ledger, and slammed

ied. It detailed exactly how Tammy had been secretly skimming kickbac

his?" her

slammed it down with all my might! "BANG!" The blade sank deep into the

s finally focused on the cover of the book, every drop of color drained from her fa

uckles against the ledger's cover, my

ht they will chop you into pieces, stuff you in a gasoline barrel filled wi

terrified eyes. "Now,

mob lawyer draft on the spot just twenty minutes ago at the bar-a docume

trollably like a leaf in a hurricane, a dark wet stain spreading across her pan

legs, snot and tears streaming down her face as she wailed, "Harl

"The second you tried to sell me to those loan-shark

a pen right at her face. "

and shook so violently she could barely hold the pen. She scramb

satisfaction. Then, I walked over to the rusty wood-burning stove

not to kill her, but only to ensure she had absolutely zero levera

delivered my final eviction notice. "Take your garbage and g

and dragged her out of the trailer like a dead dog, throwing

and the garage have absolut

t the back of the door, I listened as her curses turned into desperate

r cut and folded it carefully on the tab

inston, was no one's daughter, and

me to reclaim it. Tomorrow is day one