My Ashes Will Never Forgive Her
Language: en
The loan sharks kicked the door in, demanding the enormous gambling debt my protégé, Travis Miller, had racked up. But it was my childhood sweetheart, Sloan Beckett, who shoved me forward. Her voice was cold, distant. “He’s the one you want. Owen Reed. Take him.” In the dark, suffocating backroom of the illicit gambling operation, they stripped my dignity first. They tore my fingernails out, then used a steel pipe to methodically shatter my ribs, one by agonizing one. When the pain crested, I was a whimpering mess, groveling on the concrete floor like a beaten animal. Utterly without…