From Princess to Queen: Dark Hearts Mafia by D. E. Bartley

Author:D. E. Bartley [Bartley, D. E.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-07-26T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

Gabby

I walk into my apartment and fall onto the sofa, trying desperately not to cry. After a year of crying non-stop, I swore four years ago that I would never shed another tear over Daniel Sullivan. I will not let him break me again.

Did I really believe that he would pick me when he could have any woman he wanted? Was I still that love-sick child who thought he loved her more than anyone else? I’m a fucking idiot.

I’d been fast asleep when that woman barged into the room and demanded to know where he was. I took one look and recognised her as his date. She was furious that he had left her there and that I was in his bed. I’ve been through enough tonight; I didn’t need her shouting at me. I jumped from the bed, grabbed some sweatpants and a T-shirt from the chair in his room, pulled them on and left. I had no idea how I was going to get home. I had no money, no purse or phone, but then I found my clutch handbag by the front door and grabbed it before leaving. Luckily a taxi drove past as I reached the road, and I flagged it down.

I wanted to call Oli, but he would have gone berserk if he had seen me with this many bruises and cuts on my face. Plus, I figured he would be cross at me for being around Daniel, considering he hid that he was back. I know Oli is just being a protective big brother. He hated how I reacted to Daniel leaving. But I’m a big girl now; I can make a fool of myself on my own. Tonight is a prime example of that.

I hear my phone ringing, and I look into the clutch and pull it out. A number I don’t recognise flashes on the screen. I quickly end the call and throw my phone onto the other sofa. I can guess who it is and don’t want to hear from him. I don’t give a shit whether he has a reason why that woman was able to storm into his house, and I hadn’t even known where he lived.

I pick my phone up and turn it off. It’s not the first time that number has called since I left his place, and I can’t handle the hassle right now.

I stand up from the sofa, my whole body protesting from head to toe. Heading to the cabinet where I keep my drink, I pour myself a considerable measure of vodka and neck it. My throat burns as the liquid rushes down it, and I start coughing, which hurts my already aching throat and chest. My whole body hurts after tonight. I took more of a beating than I realised. I guess I had been so frightened and purely focused on surviving that I hadn’t registered half my injuries.

I walk into the bathroom and switch the light on before stepping in front of the mirror.

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