Beautiful Liar - Part One

Being a wh*re in a br*thel wasn’t what I wanted in life, but I figured out really f*cking fast that girls like me don’t get what they want. All I ever wanted was to own my sexuality and be in control of my life. I started working at The Range when I was eighteen because it gave me both of those things.

That is until some men came into my sanctuary and took from me the one sacred thing that all the women at The Range keep guarded: the right over their own body and the ability to tell a man no.

My best friend won’t allow me to be a victim to their actions, instead demanding we be seen as survivors of this depraved world. We learnt a long time ago that there are no heroes on white horses coming to save the day - we must save ourselves.

When some men show up in combat boots and accents that melt my f*cking panties off, things change. It’s just a shame that I’d like to bury one of their friends.

I wish my story was easy. I may come across as a woman who knows what she wants, but for the most part, I’m more of a feral cat. If you get too f*cking close, I will scratch your eyes out and hiss. Unfortunately, my claws won’t stop the Irish Mafia, who not only enjoy the chase but have me in their sights.