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Tugging my head back up, he hissed my ear, “You slip up, I could easily kill you.” Then plunged my head under again, holding me there so long, I thought I might drown. And he was still fucking me. I thought I might really die, and fuck, it was so hot.

When he finally pulled my head up, I came, and it was with a gasp for air followed by a scream that seemed to tear through the night. Vince followed, his groan of satisfaction vibrating through me. He pulled out, letting me collapse against the edge of the pool, my body spent and trembling.

Vince hauled me out of the water and laid me down on the cool marble tiles. He hovered over me, his eyes filled with a dark satisfaction. "You're my filthy little whore," he said, his body dripping onto me. "But you have to learn to defer to me. No more jumping on tables."

I nodded weakly, my body still humming with the aftershocks of our wild encounter. "I’ll try," I whispered, my voice hoarse.

"Atta girl," he said, his hand trailing down my body, sending shivers in its wake.

As I lay there, my skin cooling in the night air, I knew one thing for sure, I would play my part to perfection, no matter how dangerous or twisted it got.

Chapter 12

The next day, a flurry of boxes arrived, filled with all the clothes Vince had insisted I needed. I ripped them open, almost dreading it. I wasn’t used to this kind of luxury, and the idea of parading around like some trophy wife made me itch.

I pulled out dress after dress, all designer, all stunning. There was a deep emerald gown that hugged my curves perfectly, a tailored black cocktail dress that screamed sophistication, and a series of blouses and skirts that looked like they belonged on a runway. I tried them on, one by one, admiring how they fit, but feeling more and more like a stranger in my own skin.

As I was twirling in front of the mirror in a fitted red dress, my phone rang. Raven. I picked it up, knowing I couldn’t keep her in the dark much longer.

“Psycho, I need your opinion on redecorating our place. Pix thinks we need less edge and more fluff. What do you think?”

She was just trying to get a rise out of me. “What in the live, laugh, love is going on, Raven?”

“Pix is thinking of turning your room into a stuffy corner.”

“I’m on my way over.”

I slipped into a pair of designer jeans and a white blouse, adding a pair of killer heels that made me feel powerful, if not entirely myself. By the time I reached Raven’s place, I felt like I was in disguise.

Raven opened the door, her eyes widening in surprise. “Damn, girl, what happened to you? Did you raid a boutique?”

I smirked, brushing past her. “Let’s just say I’ve had a wardrobe upgrade. What’s this about redecorating?”

Raven started showing me paint swatches and fabric samples, but I could tell she was curious about my new look. “So, you’re back in town? When are you heading back to Vince?”

I bit my lip, debating how much to reveal. “I’m not sure. Things are...complicated. For now, I’m here.”

“Pix is moving in, by the way. Said she needed a change of scenery,” Raven added, eyeing me closely.

“Oh, great,” I said, trying to sound enthusiastic. “She always stirs things up.”

We spent the next hour discussing decor, but my mind was elsewhere. I felt like a traitor, keeping so much from my sisters. When I left Raven’s, I decided to head to the Roost, dressed like the bride-to-be of Vince, instead of Psycho the biker chick.

The moment I walked in, the atmosphere shifted. The Hell on Heelz women were quick to notice my transformation. The snickers started, and it wasn’t long before Prissy, my sister and always the one to push buttons, sauntered over.

“Well, look who’s decided to play dress-up,” Prissy sneered. “Going to a tea party, Psycho?”

I narrowed my eyes, clenching my fists. “Back off, Prissy. Not in the mood.”

She laughed, not backing down. “What’s the matter? Afraid you’re gonna spill tea on your pretty blouse?”

The taunting was too much. I lunged at her, and we ended up rolling in the dirt outside, a flurry of punches and insults. The other women gathered around, cheering and egging us on.

Finally, we were pulled apart, both of us covered in dirt, but laughing. “Damn, I missed this,” I admitted, brushing off my clothes.

Prissy grinned, wiping a trickle of blood from her lip. “Missed you too, sis. You staying for the party tonight?”

I hesitated but nodded. “Yeah, I think I will.”

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