Don Vincent made no secret of not wanting us.
What if Janet's refusal to f**k is the straw that breaks the camel's back?
What if humiliating the Russos wasn't reason enough to keep us on anymore?
What if they actually throw us out?
Think, Candice.
Fucking do something.
“Please, don’t stop. I need your c**k, brother. f**k my throat again. Or my p***y. Just claim me. Daddy, f**k me too. Janet doesn't have to—" Candice tried to do damage control, choosing to believe lust could trump pride as she panicked, the tension in the room thick enough to cut with a knife.
A foolish belief indeed.
"No?" Don Vincent cut Candice's pleading off, his voice razor sharp.
Candice bored him. All the sisters did. With their begging and people pleasing. That is to say all but Janet.
What else
