Dirty Little Traitor Novels & Stories

Because I’m desperate. Because apparently I’ll take scraps from anyone who gives them. Jax’s voice echoed in my head, slurred and mean from that night he caught me sneaking back from Professor Calder’s place: “You’re such a cheap little whore, Ava. Anyone with a dick and a sad story and you’re on your knees.” I laughed actually laughed out loud in the empty parking row—m because it was so accurate it was funny. Slept with Jax. Stepbrother. Messy, angry, wrong.

It was over in seconds, three corpses now slumped in the chairs where moments ago there had been living men. Dante stood in the center of the carnage, breathing heavily, blood dripping from his hands and splattered across his face and chest. He turned to me, his eyes still more red than gold, and I could feel through our bond that he was struggling to maintain control. The hybrid wanted to hunt, wanted to tear through the compound until the traitor was found and destroyed, wanted to paint the walls with the blood of anyone who might have betrayed us. "We have a traitor in our midst," he said, his voice rough and layered with the hybrid's growl. "Someone we trust, someone with access to sensi

It always comes from the people you trust the most. And Giampaolo felt it today. He trusted the wrong men. “You traitors!” he yelled at them but then, he got a kick in the knee which was giving him problems. “Yes, we are traitors but at least we are not selling children for money!” John spat in disgust.

Not after what he'd done. I stalked over to him, each step deliberate, my eyes locked on his pathetic figure. "You know, Trevor," I began, my voice low but laced with venom, "rats in the house that crawl around are no different from the rats that crawl their way in from the sewers. The only difference is one's got an inside advantage, like you. And you, Trevor, betrayed me. You behaved like the filth you are, and for what? A little money? A promise that you'd get away with this?"

Just thinking his name already gets under my skin. He’s the kind of guy who looks like he was born to get away with everything, star player, arrogant, confident, the type who thinks rules are optional, that everything is a game as long as he’s winning, the kind of guy who plays dirty, on and off the ice, and somehow people still like him, admire him, follow him. The kind of guy my best friend fell for. Sofi. Of course it had to be her.

Cheating on my mother and asking me to cover for him like it was just another favor. “You’re a disgrace to this profession,” I said flatly. His head snapped toward me. “What the hell did you just say to me?” “You heard me. A man is in there fighting for his life and you’re too busy planning your disgusting affair to give a shit.” He stepped forward, his voice low and dangerous. “I should fire you right here and now.” I didn’t flinch. “Except you can’t. Because you need me.” I paused, then looked him square in the eye. “You’re very pathetic.”

Before I pulled the trigger, I could see the same guard take a step towards me, probably to plead for his life again, and so I turned and shot him on the leg, shooting the traitor immediately after. Speaking of Traitor's, there's another one here. The daughter of the traitor I hated the most. At first, a part of me didn't want to have her pay but I believe in the words that the ‘the child shall pay for the sins of the father'. Walking towards her cell, I opened it only to see her laying there looking unconscious. Shocked and confused, I ran to her and she was indeed unconscious. “Call Theodore now!” I yelled out to everyone and no one in particular to call the doctor as I raised her up.

I would be the one to erase the enemy from existence. And I would place my name where it always belonged—beside absolute power. Beside the throne. Beside Matthew\... or whatever was left of him. I turned back to my uncle, still struggling to process everything he had just said. His words spun in my head like a storm: “It was all her fault.”* “Michelle Morripin is the daughter of a traitor from the old war. An exile. Tainted blood.” My eyes locked onto his, and something inside me cracked open—something I didn’t even know was there.

"I am very good at this cleaning job Sir and I can reassure you that I am no longer into..." "I never accused you of anything," Atlas cut her off taking another drag from his cigarette. "Martha the little slut," Atlas chuckled cupping her face in his hand as he raised her head so her eyes could meet his, he cupped her face in his hand squeezing tightly as Martha winced from the pain.

“You came here to flaunt your crooked relationship to my face while dragging my name through the mud. Yet you blame me for causing trouble?” “Just leave if you don't want to humiliate yourself. I'm not in the mood to entertain you guys”. “Why are you in a rush to dismiss us?” Bianca refused to give up. “Since you claim to be so pure, then tell us how you got your invitation”. Damn Damien for putting me in this kind of mess. “You're not worthy”. I answered back. “See, Liam. She won't admit it”. She laughed. “Look, Lola. Climbing up the social ladder back after your father failed is not as easy as it looks. So make sure to take care of your body to avoid getting infected”.