Breaking Weston

Life got you down? Like literally on the ground and kicking you? Welcome to the club, my club that is. Savanna: Everyone wanted something from me, and he was no different, but he wanted to make my nightmares and his fantasies my new reality. It didn’t matter if I was bought, sold, or given as a gift. I had no say in my future, or so they thought. I did the unthinkable, I killed my guard and disappeared into the night. I knew one person who could help me, save me, and keep me from the hell that awaited me. Ronnie, as she likes to be called now. My first act of rebellion, as I hit the road, was to change my blonde locks, his favorite feature, into pink strands of perfection. Throwing away the long dresses for tight jeans and a leather jacket. I robbed my father of a few thousand dollars. It would get me where I needed to go, my safe harbor, my new future, and everything I thought was impossible. I wanted no man. Not now, and not ever but Weston, yeah, he wasn’t taking no for an answer. I was his, and that was that, or so he thought. Weston: I watched as my brothers fell victim to their women. I shuddered at the thought of meeting anyone who could bring me to my knees. The first sign of that, and I was gone. Period. Then she flew in like a mini tornado pulling all kinds of instincts that I thought were buried, burned, and snuffed out. Her pink hair and stunning blue eyes tore through my walls and crushed my resolve. Everything screamed ‘mine.’ I told her who she belonged too and she told me she was no ones while laughing at my claim. Keep telling yourself that sweetheart. When her past came crashing into our club, she wanted to sacrifice herself. Oh, there would be a sacrifice, I will even bring her the bloody corpse as a gift. Hell had a few vacancies, and I was about to fill them. Who knew the way to a woman’s heart was blood, death, and gore?