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"You know who I am?" I nervously chuckled, hoping he didn't see through my facade.
"You know you can't hide from me," he began with a small smirk on his face, "does Karma ring a bell?"
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck a duck.
"No, it doesn't."
Aaaaah yes, Violet. Just lie through it.
Marco's glare is like daggers through your soul, he never breaks eye contact which makes him even more intimidating.
He took a step closer, I could feel his minty breath on me, "you don't have to lie to me."
Fuck.
"I'm not fucking lying!" I angrily shouted. "You know what, fuck this!"
I turned my back as I was about to walk away but Marco grabbed my wrist and pulled me close into his chest.
"Don't. Lie. To. Me." His stern voice spoke, goosebumps arose all over my body.
"Or what? You gonna' kill me?" I teased, raising one eyebrow. He was absolutely speechless, the way I like it.
I let out a nervous chuckle before teasing him once again, "thought so."
Marco let out a defeated sigh, he then started walking back to his car. But before he got into his car, he said one last thing.
"You know, you can't hide who you are forever. It always come back up. Just like karma."
He then hopped into his car and sped off, leaving me standing like an idiot. His words repeated in my mind, as if I had it on replay.
I felt as if he caught me off guard, I couldn't shake off his words. His voice is so enchanting, as if he has some magical spell over him....
That's it!
Do a fucking spell on him!
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Violet's Vengeance
RomanceViolet Iris Rowan, 25, grew up in a poor neighborhood in New York, with her sister and mom. Her mother worked multiple jobs to keep a roof over her daughters head. Violet noticed the money worry at a very young age and decided to take matters into h...
