Page 208 of Sinful Desires
He snorted, dragging on his cigarette.
“Sometimes family isn’t love. It’s just who fucks you over first.”
I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, the taste of rage still on my tongue, nerves snapping like live wires behind my eyes.
I had been so fucking in love. Trapped in a haze of her skin, her voice, the fantasy of touching a star I’d never believed I deserved. I had let it get to me. Let it poison the part of me that was supposed to keep her safe. My focus had cracked.
One breach. That was all it fucking took.
And now the whole world was dragging her name through the dirt for being with me.
Lazzio stood by the window, face blank, reading some of the tweets out loud.
You can take the girl out of rehab, but you can’t take the whore out of the pop star.
Imagine ruining your whole career for your bodyguard’s dick.Wtf.
Her music sucks and now we know she does too.Talented in only one position.
She came faster than her last album flopped.
From red carpets to backwoods porn, lol.
“Read one more and I swear to you I’ll cut your tongue, Lazzio.”
He sighed, gritting his teeth, the phone still lit in his hand. “Fucking internet trolls.”
My jaw was clenched too tightly, blood pulsing in my throat. Every word they wrote about her played like static in my head.
Tout ça est de ta faute, Théo.Tu as détruit notre vie!
My phone buzzed in my jacket.
I pulled it out with a hand that was already shaking, cursing under my breath when the notification slipped from preview to view.
Fuck.
What did you do, Scarlett?
Chapter
Fifty
“All her young life she has tried to please her father, never quite realizing that, as a girl, she never could.”
?Alice Walker
Scarlett
I made sure the gun was hidden properly, tucked behind the waistband of the jeans I’d changed into.
The metal pressed coldly against my skin.
I threw on a hoodie, kept my head down, and moved through the mansion my father had rented for the week.
The butlers were still cleaning, their shoes squeaking on the marble as they scrubbed away the wreckage of last night’s chaos. Some of them glanced at me. A few didn’t bother to hide their judgment. I caught the whispers, the laughter, the way their eyes lingered too long.
I hurried down the corridor, my steps fast, then climbed the stairs two at a time.
