??BAD BOYS
DON’T HAVE
HEARTS??
《 Monsters aren’t born, they’re Made 》
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[# SEASON ONE
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By, ✿ฺ Author Indigo Raine ✿ฺ
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©Copyright 2023 [?? ℕ?? ℂ?ℙ? ?ℝ ℝ?ℙ???]
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Genre(s): Dark Romance, Forbidden, Mafia.
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Theme: Sometimes water is better than blood.
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[# Chapter Fourteen
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At last, around nine in the morning the Heartless Boys and Meira were piling into the cars getting ready to leave the Wicked Willow farm. She was put inside the car by her brother and frowned as he strapped the seatbelt over her. He still hasn’t returned her phone and it was starting to piss her off. She glared straight through his skull but he pretended as he didn’t see her, after he was done he closed the door and jumped over the car front to the other side. The car shook a little as he climbed in and shut the door, he started the engine and put the car in reverse but Meira’s glare didn’t move from him.
“One of these days I’m gonna pluck your eyes out and use them to make earrings,” he looked behind to make sure he wasn’t backing into another car then put the vehicle on drive and made his way to the locked gate. This time, Venom unlocked it and quickly head back to his car.
“Then I’ll c*t your thing off and deep fry it,” she brusquely replied, pouting irritably with crossed arms.
“The Füçk you just say to me,” he looked her up and down, “You better watch your goddamn mouth little girl.”
“Or else what dear Stepbrother? What are you gonna do if I don’t?” she rolled her eyes and huffed.
Ryat’s eyes ran up and down her body, she was still wearing his shirt and the jeans she had worn the day before. It did little justice in hiding her figure. “I’ll Füçking leave you out here.”
“You can’t do that!”
He stopped the moving the car immediately. Ryat took his seatbelt off and opened the door to get out but Meira held his arm, stopping him from making any further moves. “Why are you touching me?”
“Where are you going?”
“I’m kicking your *ss out until you learn some manners.”
“Hey Carnage, what’s the hold up man?” Venom yelled from behind him in his car.
“You got any space down there for one more, Killian?” Ryat poked his head out the window ignoring Meira’s shocked face. “Come get this brat I can’t deal with her anymore.”
“Sure man she can chill at the back with Bandit.”
Meira looked through the back mirror at Venom, then at Ryat. “You’re not serious–”
“Get the Füçk out.”
“Ryat no! You can’t do this–”
He exited the vehicle, walked to her side, opened the door, unbuckled her seatbelts and pulled her out against her will. “Now you’re gonna walk to Venom’s car and get in the back. If he complains about you I’m gonna leave you on the roadside. Have fun with my homies, little miss attitude.”
“This isn’t fair!”
“Life ain’t fair, get over it,” he put his middle finger up as he walked back to the driver side.
Meira stomped and sauntered down the dirt road, she walked by Neon’s car and met him on a call. He caught her looking and waved with a smile before going back to talking to whoever was at the other end of the call. It looked pretty intense. She soon reached Venom’s car, Bandit was generous enough to open the door for her. She got in and buckled her seatbelts on, frowning while she did so.
“He’s a grumpy @$$hOle,” she muttered.
“Tch, you can say that again,” Korpse said from the seat next to Venom and chuckled, he was chewing gum with black eye glasses on.
“Alright alright, let’s get outta here boys.”
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“My daughter is missing and you’re going to look me dead in the eye and tell me you can’t round up a searching party to go look for her until she’s been missing for forty-eight hours? Officer, are you mad?” Syahla had her hands on her hips, she was bent over with wide angry eyes and her head slightly turned from him. She looked him up and down because he can’t be possibly talking to her. “You must be in dire need of psychiatric evaluation because you’re talking madness. You hear me? Madness!”
“Mrs. Hamilton, those are our rules. Please leave the premises we have other things to deal with, like investigating the m*rd*r of Roxanne Gardner,” the middle-aged officer currently leaning back in an office chair while eating a strawberry frosting donut looked back down at his phone and bit into the pastry. “Crazy old Bîtch.”
“I may be old but your mother could never compare to me. I age like fine wine, you’re ten years young than me with a bald patch and a receding hairline and you want to talk about appearnces? The nerve you have officer,” Syahla wanted to break the glass that kept her away from the man. “I said my daughter’s disappearance is not normal she’s always home on time or one hour later than she should be. Something has happened to my little girl so you need to get your donut, coffee and cupcake filled *ss off that chair and go do something for Christ’s sake!”
Officer Levi Jennings was stunned for a moment. How dare this woman–who was older but admittedly beautiful–say such things to him?
“Ma’am, this your last chance. Leave the station or I will be arresting you for disrespecting a cop,” he was running out of patience with her.
“I don’t want to disrespect you dear officer, I could never, I want you burn in hell fire. You’d look great laying lifeless in a coffin with a purple bowtie on–” before she could go any further Theodore held her and began taking her away, knowing his wife is prone to get in trouble. The officers already don’t like her because according to them she’s too ‘sassy’ and ‘vicious’. “Theodore Hamilton what is the meaning of this? Why are you taking me away? Allow me to remind this man that under all that gut his weiner would look like a naked rat and that he should just go d** in a ditch somewhere because no woman would consider starting a relationship with an imbecile like him. How does it feel being single and unwanted you loser?”
“You wrench!” Levi cursed, throwing his pastries down. His fellow officers started laughing at him.
Outside of the station Syahal fell down crying, she leaned on the limo for support and bawled as if the love of her life just d**d. “My baby… My poor baby…” she didn’t know where her daughter was, the possibilities of what could’ve happened to her were endless–she didn’t want to think about it but she couldn’t help but to do it. “God please… Bring back my little girl. Bring my baby back… Please…” she was inconsolable. Genuinely convinced that her only child’s lifeless body was buried somwhere. “I’ll do anything… Just give her back…”
Theodore kept a neutral express, but his wife’s distraught was affecting him.
The family’s long time butler and chauffer, Marquez Algreen, was in tears, so was Belinda.
The sky was clear but the family’s hearts were overcast with clouds that rained nothing but pain. A car drove to them and stopped under a tree a few feet in front of the limo, the driver’s door swung open and out came Christopher. After he had been chased by Meira’s mother, slapped by Meira and kicked out of the Hamilton family mansion he had left to stay in a hotel and now he was back. He received a call about Meira being reported missing in over twenty four hours–she left for school at six fifteen and hadn’t returned since. He’s aware of her hatred for him but he still had to show up and give support, maybe they’d change their opinion of him after seeing how caring he was.
“Mr. Theo,” Christopher called out to the man. “I came as soon as I possibly could–” a shoe came flying high-speed at his face but he dodged it just in time. The shoe’s bottom had grazed his cheek and left a dirt mark there. “What in the name of–”
Syahla shoved Theodore out of the way and came charging at Christopher like a pissed off Rhino.
“Holy Sh|t, no, wait!” he ran around the car trying to escape her wrath.
“Boy! Didn’t I tell you not to show your face to me again?” Syahla slipped off her other shoe and threw at him but he caught it and held it. “I’m going to roast you better than I roast potatoes. Come here!”
“Mrs. Hamilton! Mother-in-law! Please wait!” Christopher ducked, she was throwing stones at him. ‘This woman is absolutely crazy!’
“Sya! Stop this!” Theodore tried to get her under control but she started throwing stones at him too, everyone had to run behind the limo to escape her unbridled fury. “Jesus Christ!”
“Come here!” she tried going around the car but every time she went to one side Christopher went to the other, the stones also weren’t working because he was good at dodging. So, she tried another strategy. In highschool she had jumped hurdles and was commended by her Physical Education coach for being an excellent high jumper. It’s been a while, and she was way older, but it didn’t stop her from walking back then running to the car.
She successfully jumped over it, Christopher caught her in his arms but he fell to the ground. Syahla had never felt so happy before. She took her shoe from the boy who broke her daughter’s heart and began b**ting him real good.
Theodore and Marquez bolted to the pair and, with a lot of struggle, managed to get her off him–though she began beating Theo with the shoe for interrupting her when she specifically told him not to. Some time later they were able to get her in the car and lock the doors. The men sighed in relief.
An angry woman was a dangerous woman.
Christopher soon managed to pick himself up and dust his clothes off. He was walking over to the two men breathing heavily due to all the strength they used, before he could reach them Belinda stepped in the way. Her forest-green eyes held flames in them.
“What do you want now?” he asked.
“Christopher we need to talk. I can’t raise this baby on my own you need to help me. I don’t want to be at the mansion anymore, the work is too hard for me. I’ve never even worked before!” she crossed her arms and scowled.
“That child isn’t mine, Belinda, I wasn’t the only person you were Füçking with during the period of conception,” he spat angrily.
“I checked the the dates, Christopher, you’re the father! Why would I lie about something so serious?” she shook her head, no way was this the same guy who said he wanted to marry her and have a big happy family.
“I’m not giving you a single penny until I get a DNA test that shows that b*st*rd kid is actually mine,” he pushed her in the forehead with a finger. “You go wh*ring around and got pregnant. Everyone abandoned you so you come back crying to me? Bella, please.”
“I wish I never met you. I can’t believe you turned out this way. You’re not the Christopher I fell in love with,” the realization shattered her soul into microscopic pieces. “Everything you said to me was a lie.”
“Of course they were lies, I love Meira, but she wasn’t giving me that fat p**sy so I had to get some lower-class ones from other places. I meant it, I’m gonna marry Meira, she’d be the perfect wife for me. And you? You’re nothing but a fatherless sl*t who can’t cook, clean, or do anything right. You’re completely, and utterly, useless to me. Yeah, I used you. It was fun while it lasted, now back the hell off and leave me alone. I won’t let you ruin what my future wife and I have.”
Belinda–who had secretly still loved him and had been hoping he’d accept her back–was devastated. This is not who she fell in love with. The Chris she knew was a gentleman who spoke nothing but kind words. This was a different person, she couldn’t even find words to describe him.
“Ch-chris… H-how could you say that to me…” her father was always a sensitive topic. Once he was mentioned her entire mood would be ruined.
“Y’know Bella, I was honestly thinking about dumping Meira and for you, but you’re not wife material. You dress like a sl*t, walk like a sl*t and you talk like one too. You spend a lot of money on dumb stuff, you’re completely useless and wouldn’t be a good housewife, you graduated school with not even a certificate to show, and you’re always flying around the world to waste money on irrelevant things. Not what I’m looking for. You’re just something to show off with.
“Meira on the other hand is beautiful, like, she’s so gorgeous I get breathless when I look at her. She has a k*ll*r body, literally, a nice hour glass figure and the softest lips I’ve ever kissed in my life. She’s also submissive, super intelligent, and okay with not me not spending thousands of dollars on her. On top of that, she can wash, cook and clean. She’s everything a man needs and I love her. You can’t walk in her shoes, you can’t even be compared to her. Why did I even cheat anyway? Should’ve just kept my d_1ck in my pants and wait till our wedding night to ravish her in our matrimonial bed. I didn’t like how big she was at first, but I love it now. I’ll give her the world. As for you, I’m gonna get a restraining order against you if you don’t stop h*r*ssing me.
“I’ve reached a high point in my career and I’m still going higher. I need a full-time housewife to take good care of my kids while I fly around and make money. I don’t need a sad and depressed Bîtch who is in need of loads of therapy. You mean ??????? to me Belinda Whyte. You never did and ??? ????? ????. Even if your kid turns out to be mine I don’t want anything to do with it, I offered to pay for an ab*rti*n but you declined like the Füçking idiot you are. You’re gonna be a single mom, if the kid is mine I’ll send money every week to take care of it, but if it ain’t then you can Füçk the hell off. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go look for my wife-to-be.”
After he was done he walked pass her and put on his fake, nice boy voice so can talk to Theodore and Marquez while Syahla tried breaking the limo’s windows to get out and punch him in his st*pid face.
Hot salty tears flowed from Belinda’s eyes, she held her stomach, she covered her mouth to prevent her sobs from being heard. Belinda had never been spoken to in such a manner before–at least not from someone she had loved.
The pregnant Belinda was left utterly speechless and in tears.
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Ryat is so mean? I love his grumpiness
“Officer, are you mad?” imagine Syahla saying this in a Nigerian voice????????? she fr wanted to sl*ughter Chris
Gangstas?, I think we’re gonna need to call Ryat and make him do something to Chris because he has no right to disrespect a woman like that? boii if I ever smack youuuu
