Craving Consequences

Bron said he loved me.
Lauren said she had my back.
They said a lot of things before I caught them bent over my kitchen counter.

Now? I say f*ck that.
I’m done playing the good girl. I’m done crying and pretending the betrayal doesn’t hurt. If they want to act like animals, well, I’ll show them what it means to get hunted.
My revenge has a name, two in fact.
Lachlan Shaw and Van Weaver: older, untouchable, and the last two men on earth I should be falling into bed with.
Bron’s dad. Lauren’s...

Bron said he loved me.
Lauren said she had my back.
They said a lot of things before I caught them bent over my kitchen counter.

Now? I say f*ck that.
I’m done playing the good girl. I’m done crying and pretending the betrayal doesn’t hurt. If they want to act like animals, well, I’ll show them what it means to get hunted.
My revenge has a name, two in fact.
Lachlan Shaw and Van Weaver: older, untouchable, and the last two men on earth I should be falling into bed with.
Bron’s dad. Lauren’s stepfather.
Both have always been off-limits, until now. But they make me feel seen. Worshiped. They don’t ask me to be sweet. They dare me to be theirs.
What started as a drunken mistake, is now a dangerous game. Payback in stilettos. But the deeper I fall, the more I wonder … how far is too far? And what will the God-fearing folk of Jefferson make of my destruction?

Because revenge is sweet,
But the consequences?
They crave me as much as I crave them.