Dear Fury, I get it, okay. You didn't sign up to become a fill-in father, or uncle, or biker dad, or whatever it is you want to call yourself. But the hard truth is, you don't have a choice. I don't want to have to be the one to point out that you can't send your niece to school with no food. H
Colt (Prisoners of Purgatory, #3)
β Scribed by Bella Jewel
- Book ID
- 111714627
- Publisher
- Bella Jewel
- Year
- 2023
- Tongue
- English
- Weight
- 165 KB
- Series
- Prisoners of Purgatory MC 03
- Category
- Fiction
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
β¦ Synopsis
Dear Chloe,
F**k you.
There's no other way to put it.
You ruined my life.
You took everything from me.
You f**king broke my heart.
You don't deserve this letter.
Hell, you don't deserve the air I breathe.
That doesn't matter now anyway because you're gone.
You're gone, but she's here.
Did you do that on purpose?
Did you send her to that house, our house, to rub it in?
To remind me of the raw and fractured mess you left?
I bet you're laughing. I know you are.
You wanted to take the knife and twist it one more time.
You wanted to make sure I forever remembered the gaping wound you left.
Well, as far as I'm concerned, you're not only dead in the ground but you're dead to me, too.
I'll never breathe your name again.
I'll never give you the satisfaction.
As for herβ¦maybe I'll make it my mission to ensure she suffers.
So you can look down from above, screaming for me to stop, but knowing there isn't a single thing you can do to make me.
That'll be my revenge.
I couldn't do it to you, but can do it to her.
You'll regret sending her to me.
Enjoy the show.
Colt.
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