71. I don't care

Antonio

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I walked away from her. From them. Leaving her there in the care of Ephraim, because I knew he would take care of her. For the first time, I felt like someone bruised my fûcking ego.

I was the kind of man who didn't care what anyone thought of him. I was known to be cold and ruthless, and what I just did proved it to be true. There wasn’t a woman out there who wouldn’t drop down on her knees for me because my name was enough. They knew I was the man of power and wealth, and unfortunately or vainly most of them were attracted to that.

But this little woman just over five feet had stood there taking the lashes from the whip and refuted state the truth. She fûcking refused to give in, to say the words that we both knew were the truth. She held her truth back and like an arsehôle that she was fond of calling me, I left her there tied and in pain.

Fûck that.

She had gotten under my skin, making me so fûcking angry and annoyed with her that I left without giving her an aftercar