I was bullied by my brother’s girlfriend
Chapter 1
My brother, Tony, was the ultimate protector.
When I was ten, some goons tried to snatch
him. I ended up in their car instead. They got
their ransom, but not before they’d carved up
my face and broken both my legs.
Tony went ballistic. He took over the family
business–Dad’s “organization,” if you catch my
drift–and built it into something huge. I
became his world, his untouchable treasure.
Someone laughed at my scars? Tony shoved his
head into a trash bag full of rats, let them chew
his face to a bloody mess. Some wiseguy
badmouthed my limp? Tony ran a freakin‘
steamroller over his legs, turned ‘em to
hamburger.
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Tony was the boogeyman of the whole damn
tri–state area, but he treated me like I was
made of spun gold. He spent a fortune sending
me overseas for reconstructive surgery,
physical therapy, and a fancy college education.
Right before graduation, I got a wedding
invitation from Tony. He was all excited, said I
was gonna have a sister–in–law to spoil me
rotten. He even sent a picture of the lucky lady.
But the second I walked into the house, his
fiancée, this ice queen named Brittany, busted
in with a crew of muscleheads. She thought I
was Tony’s kept woman from overseas and
decided to teach me a lesson.
Tony showed up mid–beatdown. Brittany
pointed at me, lying on the floor, and wailed:
“Am I not good enough for you, Tony? Choose.
Her or Me.”
Tony’s eyes went dark. “You got more lives
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BANG!
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The patio door shattered, and a bunch of bruisers barged in, looking like they were ready to start a war. I gasped, then recognized the woman leading them be sister–in–law from the photos Tony sent.
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Brittany, my soon–to-
Before I could even say hello, she swung a freaking baseball bat straight into my face.
Pain exploded in my nose, and warm liquid trickled down. Blood. A sucker punch like that sent my head swimming.
“There you are, you little gold digger! Thought you could hide out in Europe forever? Didn’t think you’d ever come back to mooch off Tony’s money!” Brittany screamed. She raised the bat again, aiming for my head and body.
I scrambled back, shielding my head, tripping
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over the rug and landing on my butt.
