Villain
By Jackie Wang
Genre: Dark Romance
Release Date: May 12, 2017
I go by many
names: Playboy, Hustler, Villain.
They call me a
sadistic a-hole because I rob from the poor and cheat on the weak.
Do I ever regret
the choices I’ve made? All the damn time.
But it’s too
late to turn back, and too late to start over…
I’ve never even
considered giving it all up for anyone or anything before. Never had a reason
or motivation to change.
Until I met her.
Callista Rayner.
Heiress. Goddess. Need-her-ass-up-on-my-mattress.
My last chance
at redemption.
Problem was, I
couldn’t afford to fall for her, because I didn’t want to ruin her.
I didn’t want to
destroy her, like the others that came before.
Too bad I had no
choice.
Too bad she was
my pawn and I had to use her.
Too bad, too
bad, too bad.
Crimson blood
dribbled from my left nostril down to my upper lip. “I love her, Dad.” I choked
on the tangy copper that swam in my throat and gagged.
Dad’s thick
fingers crushed my windpipe harder. “You’re seventeen, boy. You have no fucking
clue what love is.”
I tried to suck
in air, but sounded like a beached whale instead. There was so much pressure in
my skull I wished it would just explode.
“What will your
girlfriend say when I tell her?” Dad spat. “Cassie Sullivan, right? Or is it
some other slut this week?” He loosened his grip and I sank to the ground,
knees crunching. I wished a sinkhole could just open up beneath me and swallow
everything: me, Dad, our house, and all the nightmares that came with it.
“We—we’re not just s-screwing around, I s-s-swear. It’s not some f-f-fling.” I
was dizzy from oxygen deprivation, and the stuttering resurfaced like an old
friend. “Cas-s-s-sie and I b-broke up two weeks ago,” I added, as if that would
make me a better man somehow.
“And when
exactly did you start fucking Veronica?” Dad’s features were twisted like a
mangled slinky. Every pock mark, scar and wrinkle on his face lit up like a
battlefield. He wanted war.
We didn’t fuck,
we made love, I wanted to say. Instead, I murmured, “We were planning to tell
you next week.”
“Tell me what,
exactly?” Dad scoffed. “That my whore of a wife is cheating on me with my son?”
He yanked on a fistful of my black hair, twisting it so hard tears stung my
lash-line. After the last time he beat me, I’d promised myself I’d never cry in
front of him again. I refused to shed tears for this monster. I was worth so
much more than the sunken, lost, motherless child he ridiculed and destroyed
piece by piece, day by day. I was so much stronger now. Because of her.
“We’re moving
out. I’ll be eighteen next month.” I knew exactly what he would say next: that
we were making a huge mistake. That I was an ungrateful teenage asshole. A
‘retarded son of a bitch’. That the two of us would burn in hell for eternity.
We would never
have his blessing; I knew that from the start.
“Like fucking
hell you are!” he roared, his spit flecking my face like paint.
“We already put
down a deposit.”
“No,” Dad
growled. “What the fuck—How the fuck did you think this would pan out? That you
two filthy cheaters would elope and I’d just crumple like a house of cards?”
JACKIE WANG
lives in Vancouver, Canada with her real-life alpha hero and their rambunctious
daughter. When she’s not writing, Jackie is binge-reading, gorging on expensive
chocolates, or fiddling around with Photoshop.
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