The Mafia's Slave: Claimed By My Stepbrother
And I was green with envy and venomous with vengeance.
“I don’t think you should go,” Von Quavo had tried to stop me when he found out.
“I am not going there to wish him a happy fucking married life,” I had stated.
“Which is exactly why you shouldn’t be going there,” he had said.
“Edward is a bastard, and he doesn’t deserve happiness. He is supposed to be in jail, but he went scot free even after everything,” I had said, my rage building and boiling hotly.
“So, you are just going to go there and kill everyone because you are vengeful and upset?” Von Quavo had asked me.