Hell On Heelz (Asphalt Gods' Mc)
“I’m no spring chicken, but it’s more than that. I’ve been mad as hell for far too long. It’s made me a different woman, a bitter woman. No, they don’t call me Rage for nothing—I’m a twisting bitch tornado and that’s before you make me mad. When I’m not fuming, I’m secretly festering in a suffocating smog of self-loathing. A man did this to me, and now that I’ve finally met another man, one who calms my storm, one I might let break through the thick thorny vines I’ve wrapped around my heart—I fear there’s nothing left of me.
What filled me with rage? First, I had to be emptied. My happily ever after failed. When I said my wedding vows, I’d meant them. For twelve long years, I seriously thought my husband had too, but I’d been wrong. More than that, I’d been fooled. I got a call one evening that uprooted me.
As usual, my son Gavin complained about his sister taking too long in the bathroom. “Why can’t I just use yours, mom?”
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