73. Rivalry

REBECCA

As sweet as his words were, melting my heart like butter and filling me up with butterflies, I knew I couldn't fall into it. He sounded sincere as he begged, pleading unashamedly for me to go home with him.

At that moment he was a vulnerable man seeking my acceptance but I've long been fooled that I didn't think I wanted to play the part again.

I shook my head as a frown furrowed on my brows and whispered, “No, no.”

He was only telling me what I wanted to hear, he knew how to manipulate his way into my head and my heart again and it hurt that I was already falling for it. I was softening and opening up, I hated how weak I was around him.

I already got myself into a lot of mess and almost died. One wrong move, one fleeting moment of anger and frustration from them and they could've killed me.

I was at the mercy of their deal, of their mood and my life felt like an insignificant thing in the hands of powerful men.

What did he have to give up to set me for or what did he ha