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Dad and Keziah cried fat tears. I had no fucks to give.
It was funny to me. “Who knew I was a plastic surgeon? Once I’m done carving you bitches up, I’ll let you see what you look like. Then tell me who’s the ugly duckling.” Dark laughter poured from my throat as I slashed Isadora’s face.
I moved over to Keziah. Gripping her hair, I slid the blade along her eyelid, slicing off the fake eyelashes.
She cried like her world was ending. Oh, wait it was.
“If you keep moving, I might make a mistake and stab you in the eye.”
Keziah wiggled her head. Bonnie held her head tighter. “You know what? Fuck it.” I reared my arm back, then brought the blade down with great force, stabbing her eyeball again and again.
“Ah,” Keziah shrilled.
“Damn, you might not want to stare at yourself now.”
“Kitura, mirror please.” I halted my movements.
She placed the compact mirror in my hand. I held it up in front of Keziah’s face. “Look at you now. That face is a showstopper.”
Her one working eye widened and tears streamed down her face.
I placed the mirror in Isadora’s view. “Wow, that nose job is top notch. Not to mention those red slivered cheeks.
“You horrible bitch,” Isadora gritted out.
“Paybacks a motherfucker.” I cocked a brow. “Isn’t it?"
“Who are you?” Dad asked. Shock and surprise hung on his words.
I moved in front of him. “Well, I guess I’m you,” Evil laughter erupted in my chest.
My laugh reminded me of the Evil Queen’s laugh from ‘Once Upon a Time.’
Yup, my dark side had returned.
“My team and I didn’t get our reputation by passing out flowers to our enemies. No, we gained respect because we were ruthless motherfuckers. That won’t stop now.”
I raised my arm, then brought the bloody blade down with precision, striking each of his cheeks in a perfect line.
He groaned and whimpered as I sliced his skin.
“One more time. I’m excellent with a knife,” I purred.
An hour later, Franco wrapped his arms around my waist. I immediately stopped swinging the knife.
His soft lips pressed against my shoulder. “That’s enough, baby. There’s nothing left.”
My heart raced in my chest at the speed of light. And my arms felt like twenty pound weights hanging at my sides.
Tears clouded my view. It was over. All the torment I suffered at the hands of my half-sisters was over. Dad couldn’t control me ever again.
“Franco, take me home.”
“Gladly, baby.”
Franco raised a hand. “Vigo and Bonnie, light them up.”
“Yes boss,” they said, one after the other.
