"You could say you miss all that we had, but I don't really care how bad it hurts"

~You Broke Me First (Tate McRae)

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Viola’s first thought had been to walk in right then and there with her camera still recording for the two to see, but she decided against that last minute. Her original idea was to try empty threats on her little visit to see her stepsister, to frame her with something that would tarnish her goody-two-shoes reputation, but walking on her giving head to an intersexed male was perfection. She would take full advantage of that, but she had to play smart.

So, this brought her to Giovanni the next morning. Clear disinterest on the man’s face as he laid in the hotel bed with his broken arm set in his lap as he watched the television screen, “I don’t understand why you’re here. I told you she took all the money and I can’t gain access to her accounts because she removed my name’s from them. Only Aiden can get in her accounts other than her.”

“I remember clearly.” She gave a sarcastic smile as she went and sat beside him on the bed either way.

Giovanni glared at her, the urge to kick her off the bed strong, “what the fuck do you want?”

“I’m over you, believe me.” She rolled her eyes as she pulled her phone out and began tapping at her screen, “what I’m not over is that bitch with my money. And since you’re not even trying to help me get it, this is a little booster.”

Tapping her screen one last time, she pushed the phone towards him and watched as the video played, the audio loud and bouncing off the room walls. Giovanni’s clenched tight as his expression went from nonchalant and annoyed to grim yet hurt, “I already knew about her and that.”

“He’s hot and has a bigger dick than you. I really don’t blame her.” She said honestly as she turned her gaze to Giovanni’s turned away face, “that’s not even the best part. You don’t have to look. Just listen.” She grinned as she skipped to the scene where Ken had Bernice by the hair as he inserted her from behind on her desk.

“Has your husband ever fucked you like me, Miss White?”

Bernice’s erotic moan mixed with her words as they came out as uneven as her breath, “n—no, Daddy. You… fuck… you fuck me better.”

“Tell me you love me again, baby.” He breathed in her ear as he finally inserted all his length into her, his lips sucking her earlobe followed with a sharp bite.

Giovanni could hear Niecy’s hand hit against her office desk and a few items being knocked off as Ken was clearly starting to make his strokes. Her voice was enough to tug at his own third leg and he hated it as she cried out in complete pleasure her confession, “I love you, baby! I love you so fucking much.”

“Are you done?” Giovanni asked, still not looking at the small device.

Viola shrugged as she paused the video, “I’m low-key jealous, you never had me going on like that and your foreplay is shit. Love really has people stupid and putting up with disappointments.”

That was how she knew she got on his last nerve for he knocked her flat on her ass and off his bed. The pain vibrated throughout her spine and her eyes widened in shock, if she had hit her tailbone she would’ve been fucked, “what the fuck is wrong with you!?”

“Get the fuck out! You don’t have to remind me I’ve lost Bernice! The fucking divorce papers on my fucking side table has been telling me that all fucking week!” he yelled as his tears pricked mercilessly at his eyes and rolled down his cheeks, his face turned red so fast, it almost seemed impossible.

Gio had been trying to hold himself together ever since he got the papers, he thought it was only a threat, to see if he’d get to acting right. Desperation had him finally tell Bernice about his sex addiction, but she didn’t care at that point, she only read his message and left it. No call, no text, nothing. At least she had unblocked him, right? But it got worse after that. Her WhatsApp profile photo consisted of her smiling from ear to ear with Ken laughing as he tried to shy away from the camera and Aiden stood between the two with his arms tossed over their shoulders, smashing their grinning faces together.

They looked happy. They were happy. It was as if he never existed at that point. He was just an imaginary borderline from giving Bernice complete freedom since he hadn’t signed the divorce papers yet, but even so his wife clearly wasn’t letting that stop her from a well deserved happiness.

He broke down in that moment. He lost her and at the way it seemed, this wasn’t something that would be fixed, no matter his efforts.

Viola didn’t care. Well, she did, but she wouldn’t let that block her from what she wanted now. Giovanni was a lost cause and would never love her the way he did Bernice, she finally understood that, she was just glad he lost his so called love in the process of their flings. It felt right having him hurt as much as she got hurt when he told her he was leaving her for good, when he told her he truly fell for Bernice.

But she wasn’t done with him yet.

Pushing herself off the floor, she gripped her phone tight in her hand as she looked down at his pathetic, sobbing form, “you say you love Bernice. Well, here is how you fucking prove it. If you can’t get me that two million plus a hundred percent interest? I’m releasing this fucking video to everyone as well as the videos I have with me and you. And I know that demon child of yours lives on the internet.”

“I can’t fucking touch any of the money! Are you deaf? Just leave her alone. She’s happier than she has ever been, she’s pregnant. She doesn’t need this kind of drama, Viola.” He begged her through his tears, “just leave Niecy out of this? I’ll do anything. Just leave her. Have a heart.”

“A heart?” she asked with a maniacal laugh, her own eyes beginning to form tears, “what fucking heart did you have towards me when I had a miscarriage? What fucking heart did you show to me when you married her and fell in love with her? I told you about her and her big heart, I told you she would help you and your cancerous mother if you played your cards right and you discarded me to the side as soon as you had your mother cured and even after you got the two million I originally wanted you fucking kept it and stayed with her! She gave you money, the luxurious lifestyle and you got happiness while I was left in a fucking million pieces. I begged you to at least give me the money, that was the only reason I stayed around.”

“Your father didn’t leave you empty handed you greedy bitch!” he exclaimed frustrated, “he left you money and a fucking business like he did the rest of his children. You allowed yourself to go bankrupt. Your brothers were fine with what they had, they took it and fucking left, but you? You just wanted everything. You didn’t deserve the fucking money, so yes I kept it and I was planning to tell Bernice everything, but obviously she fucking knew about the money I stole and she still loved me through it. I’m so fucking stupid. Fuck!”

Viola laughed and shook her head as she pointed down at him, “that was family money, blood money and businesses. The least our father could’ve done was leave everything to us!” tossing her hands up, she took a step back as her humourless laugh went to nothing, “I’m not changing my fucking mind. You get me four million or these videos go fucking viral!” lowering her face to his, her face scrunched with hate, “and you better not tell Bernice shit about me with this. Or this will end a lot worse than it needs to. Just get my money from that fucking bitch.”

“Viola—”

“No.” she cut him off, straightening her back again, “do what I fucking say or I’ll kill every last one of you and that’s a fucking promise.”

With that hanging in the air, Viola left the room and slammed the door hard behind her. The loud thud had Giovanni jolt then sink into the pillows of his bed as he facepalmed himself.

“I really fucked up “

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