mind.”
Boy she thought she was so smart, until she realized she hadn’t heard the footsteps behind her, so when Dom III grabbed her by the hair, turned her around, and began screaming at her, she was shocked.
“You are MINE!” Dom roared at her, causing her to cry out in pain.
“Son, get her in line, the wedding will be in three weeks, make sure she is ready by then. No noticeable marks,” her stepfather said, his tone sounding bored.
“Of course,” Mini-Me-Wannabe—Dom answered him back.
The following three days held nothing but pain in her memories.
However, it was those three days and the subsequent days after, that sealed her plan. She had to escape, or he would kill her one day. That was when she decided she was no longer going to be Francesca Sophia Reyes, and Shady was born.
The music changed and her favorite song by Demi Lovato came on. Shady rolled over, grabbed her pillow, and hugged it as the lyrics flowed over her. It spoke of rebuilding and surviving and that is what she did, Dominic III didn’t break her no matter how hard he tried, Francesca was dead but Shady was living and strong enough to fucking survive.
She didn’t hear the knock on the door, nor did she hear the door being opened she was so focused on the words. Tears rolling down her cheeks as she thought about the day Francesca truly died, when everything was taken from her, so she jumped when the music shut off and rolled over glaring at whoever was in her room. Fuck , she thought, it had to be him. He wasn’t going to get this piece of her, no one was. She glared at Slider as she watched him grin and then lean on her desk like he had every right to walk right into her room without permission. Even if the door wouldn't lock because Harmony had broken it. Fucker , she was not giving him the satisfaction of yelling at him. Her gaze slid to the other man who was watching her intently. Shady shook her head in their direction.
Without a word, she rolled off the bed, went into the bathroom, and locked the door. Looking in the mirror she frowned, she had been crying and didn’t feel the tears, how weird was that. Grabbing a towel, she washed her face and then grabbed clean clothes from the shelf she had in there. She didn’t care if they fucking saw her at her worst; they barged into her room without permission. Taking a deep breath now that she had clothes on, Shady walked out of the door frowning and stood at the entrance with her arms folded.
“What the fuck do you want?”
The air was filled with tension, she couldn’t tell who it was coming from, both men were frozen and staring at her. She looked down and frowned, had she put on dirty clothes? When she saw what she had actually grabbed to wear, she wanted to groan. Her jeans were slit up the front in small cuts, they were worn and showed a lot of leg, and then the shirt was the one she wore when she wanted to get laid, it was all lace except for the strategically placed pieces of material over her nipples. Damn it .
Chapter Five
Cajun leaned against the wall and looked at the gorgeous woman before him. She had no clue how beautiful she was, he could tell when she rolled her eyes and shook her head when she saw that they were staring at her tits. Shit, he ached to cross the room and find out if they were as perfect as what he thought. The only thing that stopped him was the tired and exhausted look on her face. The silence in the room was stifling; he wasn’t used to this, normally anything with emotion he avoided like the fuckin' plaque.
“What the fuck, Slider?” Shay asked into the tension-filled room.
His best friend shifted, grinned, and then said, “We were assigned as your guards. Wanted to introduce you to the other shadow. Ryan ‘Cajun’ Dubois meet Shady.”
Shady’s eyes narrowed and he wanted to laugh, she was going to blow. He put his hand out, and smiled at her, “Nice to meet ya.”
With a snort, Shady took his hand and shook it. He felt the
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