"There are men who make you want to rescue them, protect them, save them - he was one of them.”
Diablo - he hated me. Enough to want to shoot me. And he did.
Furious, and sick of his beastly ways, I slapped him, told him to go **** himself and braced myself for the bullets. He could shoot me again, I no longer cared.
To my absolute surprise, he became fascinated with me. See, no one had ever stood up to him like I had. He blackmailed me into becoming his woman, threatening to slay the entire village if I rejected him.
He was hairy, tattooed, with piercings, and above all, he had tried to murder me, yet, to save a village, I had to accept his ‘proposal’.
I despised the ******* and did not try to hide it. As a result, sparks flew. Fists too.
When the FBI came on the scene and...