Page 29 of Dark, Forbidden, & Taboo

Prologue

Perfect, pretty Emily Parker.

Pathetic, patronizing Julius and Josephine Parker.

They were the family that took me in when I was a young girl. They wanted to be the picture-perfect family with two beautiful daughters to show off to their prestigious friends at their prestigious gatherings.

Most of what I can remember from childhood wasn’t so bad until Julius decided I wasn’t good enough to be his daughter, but better suited to be in his bed instead.

Secret, painful trysts that happened whenever Josephine would leave for weekends away with her high society friends.

I never got over what he would do to me under the watchful eye of the moon, but that wasn’t what got me tossed out onto my ass.

Emily Parker caught us one night when I screamed a little too loud, and daddy dearest wasn’t quick enough to cover my mouth.

She followed the painful bellow to her father’s door, slowly pushed it open, and found him on top of me, his dick buried in my ass, fucking me like a drunken frat boy.

Little Emily Parker let out a scream, threw herself at us, and began to tear at my hair and punch me as violently as she could while her father pulled his dick out of me and tried to get her out of the room.

I thought she had come in to save me, but instead, she beat me while I was already down.

Julius bought Emily’s silence by getting her an exquisite diamond necklace and matching earrings.

It worked for a while, but the more he took advantage of me in his and his wife’s bed, the angrier she became.

I thought she was mad at him, but as it turned out, she was jealous.

She didn’t understand what it was about me that made him so ravenous, and she hated me for it.

So, when Josephine Parker came home one weekend from a trip to Monaco with her friends, Emily Parker told her what had been happening.

Except, she told her that I would force her father to do things to me.

And Pathetic, Patronizing Josephine believed her.

Instead of sending me back to the home that sent me to live with them, she hadfriendscome take me away and dump me in the middle of Skid Row.

And this is where I’ve watched them become even more prominent in their society of bullshit politicians, lawmakers, and kiddie diddlers. This is where I’ve waited, biding my time, waiting for the opportune moment to strike them down.

But the longer I lived on the street, and the longer I let the hatred fester, I knew that the best way to get to the Parker family would be through their darling daughter, Pretty, Perfect Emily.

Chapter 1

Davina

“Do boots and tattoos go with this dress?”

I grin as I look at Mirabella, the salesgirl who all the poor little rich girls go to for their debutante dresses, and nod.

“Can’t fit in with the best of the best without looking the part,” I state, making a face.

She grins at me as she shakes her head, then holds the dress out to me. I take it from her and head into one of the empty dressing rooms.

Mirabella has always been good to me. She’s been good to everyone that lives on my side of the street, and because of that, we patrol her business to make sure that no one ever gives her any issues or tries to rob her establishment.

“Give me a few minutes and you’ll be treated to how I used to look,” I call out to her as I pull off my stained white tank top and dirty jean shorts.

As I neatly fold them and place them on the ledge in the dressing room, I feel a little ashamed.

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