In Bed With My Fiancé’s Father
"You are an incredibly stupid, greedy woman, Cynthia. You really think this is love? He’s a brute who wouldn't know love if it bit him. He's been playing you since day one."
"You don't know us," I whispered, the shame of the truth hitting me harder than the detective's accusations.
"And I don't give a fuck," Virgil said, stopping in front of me. He looked at me, really looked at me, and his eyes were like two pieces of flint.
"If being his bitch gets you off, that’s on you. Join the line of women dead by domestic abuse for all I care.”
He fixed his suit. “I’ve spent my life cleaning up messes made by people just like you. Greedy, hollow, and utterly disposable."