It had felt damn good standing up to Jackson and removing the power Amberleigh had allowed him to still have over her life even after all these years. She felt like she had just liberated herself, no longer a slave to the past or those unresolved feeling she had towards the father of her firstborn. Too long she had waited for an apology and some validation from that piece of shit that what he had done to her and their child was wrong. But it turned out she’d been wrong all along believing that she ever needed it from him in the first place.It had been Jackson’s loss, both losing her and a son he would never get the privilege to meet or watch grow up. If anyone was sorry it was her. She pitied Jackson for the sad, unloving and unfulfilling life he was living. He’d lost the best things that had ever happened to him. His priorities so fucked up. She felt bad for Jack for the rich life he could’ve had if he’d only manned up and accepted the responsibility of the life they’d created. Chi

Her father escorted her down to the basement to make sure Amberleigh made it there safely. She felt tired and wired at the same time and those steps were wicked steep. Giovanni made sure she was settled in a chair and hydrated before he kissed his daughter’s cheeks goodbye. He promised to check in on her and her men tomorrow. Tonight, his presence was needed back at The Rabbit Hole. Perhaps to help dispose of the bodies of the kidnappers or something, after he gave The Mad Hatter the ransom money as promised.Cori gave her an update on the boys since they’d last communicated. Grayson had continued to sleep like the dead, while she’d given Leo some more pain medicine as he had started to grow a bit restless again just before her arrival. He was now back to being chill again with his heart rate and blood pressure looking better than Amber’s no doubt.Amber allowed herself to sink back into the chair and begged Cori for another coffee. What Grayson didn’t know, wouldn’t kill him. Beside

Amberleigh stood corrected on that being the coldest thing the cold-blooded heiress could have said regarding the murder of her new husband. As Amber stared at the screen trying to recover herself and figure out the best way to respond, a new text from the cunt chimed through. And this one made her gasp by its brutality, I thought you all were going to cut off his head.She had to give that statement some time to sink in. The implications of it, the way Courtney wanted Grayson to die. It would imply a certain level of hate and suffering to cut off someone’s head. And Amber got the feeling these men weren’t exactly professionals and it would not have been a quick and clean cut to behead the billionaire. It seemed Courtney made this personal and wanted it to be a terrifying and painful experience for Grayson to die. Amber had to bring her alter ego Ivy to the surface to get through this. Ivy was her Cobra Club persona who could handle her shit without letting emotions ge

Amberleigh should have known that even after getting shot and nearly bleeding to death, Leo’s first concern would be for others. As tears slipped down her cheeks, Leo’s hand tightened even more around hers. And his first words were to try and sooth her distress. “Don’t…cry Love,” he rasped out. His voice was barely above a hoarse whisper, but Amber heard its message loud and clear. She only cried harder, but now her tears fell down over her smile. “It’s happy tears Leo. I’m so glad you came back to us. I love you so much Leo.” “I… love you too…”Amber brought his hand, still entwined in hers, up to her lips and kissed it. Leo’s fingers opened up to wipe away her tears. And naturally it only touched her heart even more. It certainly didn’t help stop her waterworks or snot. “You scared the hell out of us man. Don’t ever fucking do anything like that again!” said Grayson. His tone started out

Amberleigh knew it was in bad taste to fantasize about a three-way involving the father of your child and his best friend/your current boyfriend, especially while both of them were in the room with you engaged in playful banter back and forth from around your boyfriend’s sick bed. Real classy right there. But the guilt of it still couldn’t make those naughty images leave her head. Between her legs growing rather wetter by the minute as that delicious fantasy played out in her mind. Leo would be the one more open to trying new things, going with the love making flow, while Grayson would be the dominant one. The billionaire would be in command, claiming her pussy for himself. Leo would be up for experimentation, taking her up the ass if she asked him too, or taking something up his no doubt. He hadn’t shied away from their anal play in the past. He’d gotten off on it, while she had never repeated that route on Grayson. The billionaire clearly hadn’t liked