*Triggers for violence* Unknown POV We were all gathering in the banquet hall where we would be meeting with our 'boss'. This had been a long time coming and when I got the call from the last person I was expecting to, I got the other men and called a meeting. “Are you sure this is a good idea?” One of my men, Beckett, asked in a nervous tone. I don't blame him for being nervous, he was still young and

Violet Hearing the word “Angel” brought a glimmer of hope to my mind. I was so excited he was here, but I was also scared of what Ted would do. When I felt the cold metal of the gun on my cheek, I knew he was staking his claim. A million things were going through my head on how this would end. Would I make it out alive? Would Mike? What would happen to Ted after this, and would he come after me again? I was praying that we would make it out alive until I heard Ted talking about me. I turned my attention to the conversation and was not happy with what I heard. Mike was really trying to make a deal with Ted to work for him. What shocked me the most was when Mike said he didn’t want me, and Ted could have me. He was so calm, and his demeanor was relaxed. I guess he was really done with me and no longer loved me like Ted had said. I did my best to keep the tears from falling from my eyes as I looked at Mike with pained eyes. I couldn’t believe he was giving up on me. The thought alone mad

Mike The moment we set foot outside, the bullets began to rain down all around. I took cover behind the first thing I saw. I quickly scanned my surroundings to see Alex off to my left and our men all around taking cover as they shot at the other men. I turned my attention in front of me to see Ted holding Vi in front of him as he shot wildly at our men. I couldn’t wait to put a bullet in that motherfucker’s head. If anything happened to Vi, there would be hell to pay. Little did Ted know; we still had the snipers on the rooftops. “Anyone have a clear shot?” Someone spoke through the earpiece. “No, he has the girl in the way.” Another said. “No one shoots unless I give the word!” I barked over the earpiece. The shooting was still going on and didn’t seem to be stopping any time soon. I kept Vi in my peripheral while I focused on taking down as many of the opposing men as I could. After seeing his men go down one by one, I was getting more and more confident. That was when I heard V

Mike It’s been a month since Vi has been home where she truly belongs. The past month has been a whirlwind of emotions. The first week she was home, I never left her side, even though she refused to be alone with me or let me touch her. The only time I left her side was when I had important meetings to attend. While I was away, I ensured that Nicole and six men were always with her. The second week, we made progress. She actually let me near her, but not touch her. It was killing me to be so close to her, yet still so far away. I was just thankful Nicole was there to support her. Then, last week, she let me touch her. Now, we were still not back to the intimacy part of our relationship yet, but just being able to hold her in my arms was enough for me. Finally, the time has come. Since she has been healing and dealing with the trauma of what happened, I decided now was the time. I couldn’t wait any longer. I had Nicole distract her all day while I was busy setting everything up, with

VioletToday was the day. The day I’ve been waiting for since I can remember. After everything we’ve been through, we finally made it to our big day. I was standing in front of the floor-length mirror as Nicole adjusted my veil. I look at myself, taking in how much weight I’ve put on since returning. I was eating better, sleeping better, and getting ‘exercise’ daily. As I looked at how my dress hugged all my curves, I couldn’t help but to think back to last week.FlashbackI woke up feeling sick for the third day in a row. I tried to keep it from Mike since he was busy with things, but I didn’t do a good job when I ran into the bathroom door on my way in. As I was acquainting myself with the toilet for the third day, Mike came in behind me and pulled my hair back.“Angel…” I could hear the concern in his tone, and it was killing me. I never wanted him to be concerned again. Wiping the back of my hand over my mouth, I looked up and mumbled, “I’m alright.” I tried to stand but was hit