Everyone said Marcus Steele was obsessed with me.]
I dated someone? He kidnapped my boyfriend.[]
I got engaged? He chopped off my fiancé’s hands.]
So I drugged his ass and posted 365 naked photos of him everywhere online.
When he woke up, he didn’t rage. Instead, he grabbed my throat, kissing me while laughing like a maniac
“That’s my girl. We’re cut from the same damn cloth.”
I laughed too. Damn if he wasn’t right.
That night changed everything. We became US.[]
Eight years. Nobody could tear us apart.]
Until some innocent little princess showed up–pure, sweet, hands clean of blood.]
At the fertility clinic for IVE, she cradled her pregnant belly and smiled at me.[]
“You’re Marcus’s foster sister, right? I heard you like killing people. No wonder you can’t get pregnant.”
I nodded, totally unbothered.[]
She knew I was a killer and still came around? I took that as a PERSONAL INVITATION-[]
Got her on the operating table real quick. Snapped a photo of her unformed baby and sent it to Marcus:]
[Go! your gift. LOVE IT
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Ten minutes later, Marcus’s security cleared out the entire hospital.
He rushed in with a gun, still reeking of fresh blood.]
“Are you fucking INSANE?“]
“Wasn’t this your gift to me? I accepted it. You’re not happy?“]
Marcus’s face twisted as he stared toward the OR, eyes bloodshot.]
“Reagan Steele, she’s just a kid! You didn’t have to go this far!”
“A kid? She knows I like killing people. Figured you sent her over for me to blow off some steant.”
I dug at my ear, annoyed, lighting up a cigarette.
“What’s wrong, Marcus? Did I guess wrong?”
“She’s not your gift to me–she’s your side piece?”
