![]() ![]() ![]() Whilst I didn’t feel remorse over the shit we’d done in the past, I understood actions came with consequences. I fucking well saw the carnage we’d left in our wake. Every time I looked at her, I was reminded of the girl she’d been. My conflicted feelings regarding Scarlett were getting in my way. I’d left them to it, not wanting to deal with their shit even though it’d been me who suggested tag-teaming Scarlett in the first place. He, Prescott and Drake had started making a plan for Friday. The sick fuck wanted all the details, but West had been strangely cagey about the rest. He proceeded to tell us all about how wet Scarlett had been for him. Then he’d arrived home high as a kite on something he’d clearly taken whilst he was out. ![]() He’d left work early after he’d gone ahead and fucked Scarlett. Dealing with West yesterday evening was an absolute fucking nightmare. ![]()
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