FAKE DATING THE BAD BOY FOR REVENGE
"Tonight isn't for Silas. It isn't for Armando. It’s for her. We walk in there, we take what belongs to you, and we use every cent of Mercer and De La Vista money to make sure she never has to fight for anything again. Do you understand?"
I inhaled the scent of him, tobacco, rum, and that familiar, protective warmth, filling my lungs. The slackness in my body began to tighten into something else. Something harder. It was a desire for revenge, an insatiable hunger that could only be quenched once Armando, Denise, and Morgan fell.
“Yes…I understand.”
"Good girl.” He tapped my cheek gently. “Now, let’s get you fixed. I want everyone in there fighting to keep their eyes off of you. The reality o