Fighting The Mate Bond
I was trying not to gag when my thoughts got interrupted by the lady talking.
“You nasty fucking wolves better not be breaking anything or messing up my house?” I wanted to laugh, but I didn't. I didn't want to get into trouble with my dad.
“Nasty, Smelling? Are you fucking kidding me, Karen? You look like you haven’t showered in weeks, and look at your house. When is the last time you cleaned this thing? I want to know where my money is right now,” That was my dad. You should know him. His name is Isiah. He’s the son of the mafia King Mercury and Cheyenne Black, my grandparents. My grandfather passed the title to my father many years ago, and he’s been doing this ever since. When I got old
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