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  1. Cover
  2. PART I
  3. 1
  4. 2
  5. 3
  6. 4
  7. 5
  8. 6
  9. PART II
  10. 7
  11. 8
  12. 9
  13. 10
  14. 11
  15. 12
  16. PART III
  17. 13
  18. 14
  19. 15
  20. 16
  21. 17
  22. 18
  23. 19
  24. PART IV
  25. 20
  26. 21
  27. 22
  28. 23
  29. 24
  30. 25
  31. PART V
  32. 26
  33. 27
  34. 28
  35. 29
  36. 30
  37. 31
  38. PART VI
  39. 32
  40. 33
  41. 34
  42. 35
  43. ALSO BY THEODORA TAYLOR
  44. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

I thought about calling his bluff. But nothing from my previous interactions with Phantom made me think he had a bluff to call when making threats.

I got out of the car but made sure to be real huffy about it as I did.

However, I slowed outside the door Victor had left slightly ajar.

What would happen in there?

The answer unspooled in my head like a movie.

He’d order me around in there too. It would be just like the Bentley ride. Him gleefully manipulating me and me struggling to catch up.

But I wasn’t the girl I used to be, a silly doormat overwhelmed by his sheer power. I had to endure some of his BS to keep my family safe. But I didn’t have to put up with all of it. I could take back some control….

5

With a steadying breath, I pushed open the door and walked into what turned out to be a front hall with a living room to the left and a dining room to the right.

Victor was waiting near the set of dark wood stairs that led up to the second floor. It was quite the dichotomy. A raven had landed inside the Suburban Dreams layout.

He raised his hands as soon as I came in, but I didn’t give him a chance to talk.

“So are we doing this or what?” I asked.

He stopped. Frowned. Then signed, “Doing what?”

It was all I could do not to let out a triumphant whoop. For once, it was him struggling to keep up.

“Sex,” I answered. I wasn’t signing, but I also wasn’t Dawn “never seen a dick in her life” Kingston anymore. I met his eyes boldly to add, “Your father was a monster, and now you’re a monster. So I figured sex would be part of the deal.”

His face went stony, and I crooked my head. “Oh, I’m sorry. Did I mess up your plan to revenge fuck me without consent? I figured if it would make you feel better about things, yeah, okay, why not? It’s been a while, and I could use the distraction after getting kidnapped-married after graduation. If you want, I can go back outside and roleplay like I’m super scared and overwhelmed.”

Of course, I wasn’t nearly as confident as I sounded. I wasn’t Dawn “never seen a dick in her life” anymore. But I also wasn’t Dawn “knows how to stand up to a beautiful gangster bent on revenge.” More like Dawn “I hope I don’t throw up while faking like I’m tough stuff,” which admittedly only sounds slightly cooler than Dawn “never seen a dick.”

But whatever. I hit a nerve.

If looks were knives, I’m sure the one Victor gave me would have sliced me open.