Terror
Meghan
I spent my whole life in foster care, moving from house to house, never feeling like I belonged.
One day, I threw caution to the wind, left New York City, and drove across the country. I slept in my car and at gross, pay-by-the-hour motels. There were times I thought I was just one moment away from getting kidnapped.
Until my car broke down in a small town in Texas.
I never imagined that I would find my home there.
But my home is not a place.
My home is him.
But someone didn’t like that Terror had claimed me as his.
Terror
My mother spoke of this beautiful waitress she had hired for months, and it’s a shame I didn’t meet her sooner.
She took my breath away.
She became mine—heart, body, and soul.
My ole lady.
I would burn the world down to make sure she was safe and hand her the ashes of our destruction without hesitation.
And that’s exactly what I had to do when a man from my past dared to touch what was mine.
He would live to regret it.
People don’t call me Terror for no reason, after all.
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