Frankie’s eyes hardened. “You try to con us? Get her.”
They threw me on the floor, fists flying. My
phone fell out of my pocket.
When the screen lit up, Frankie saw my wallpaper.
Her face changed in an instant.
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“Wait!”
It was a picture of Tony and me.
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Frankie trembled as she picked it up. “This your phone?”
I nodded so hard I thought my head would fall off. Brittany rolled her eyes.
“It’s just a picture. She probably photoshopped it, trying to fool us!”
I tried to show Frankie my texts.
She unlocked my phone with my face, opening my texts with Tony.
“Her contact name for Tony is “Bro“!” Frankie exclaimed, shocked. Brittany grabbed my
phone.
“Every tart calls the big guy ‘Bro‘ to get in his
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wallet! Don’t believe her!”
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She scrolled again, and her face turned red with rage.
“He bought you a mansion? He calls you Baby? He says he never wants to be apart from you?”
“Like I said, a good little whore, but she doesn’t know her place!”
Tony loved me. Since the attack, he never wanted me to go overseas again.
Ever since, no one touched me, but here I was
being beaten by his fiance, unable to call for help.
My heart broke, and I sobbed, and Frankie frowned.
“She’s got the princess thing down.”
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“Let’s double check, maybe? He’s nuts about
his sister. If this is her, we are screwed!”
Brittany agreed. “Fine. I’ll call him.”
“If she is Tony’s sister, fine. But if she ain’t…” Her face went ugly.
“She’s gonna regret the day she was born!”
She ordered her goons to gag me and called Tony.
“Hey, babe. You said your sister was coming for
the wedding? What day is she flying in?”
“I wanna get her a present, so I can welcome her.”
Tony answered, “She’s flying in tomorrow night.”
A chill ran down my spine.
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I changed my flight to surprise Tony and I was
here now.
Brittany glared at me. If she hung up, it was over!
I bit down on my gag as hard as I could. The goon yelped and let go.
“TONY, HELP ME!”
I screamed at the top of my lungs.
Brittany’s face went white. She kicked me,
putting her heel on my mouth.
“That’s just the TV, my love. Amy comes tomorrow night.”
The phone went dead, and I felt hope fade.
Her heel ground into my mouth harder and
harder.
