Lisa Lisbon.
It’s always about that b***h.
From the very first night when Roan went to sleep with her, I was in the VIP lounge when I overheard Daryl, slurring his words over a bottle of Dom Pérignon and bragging about the "special aphrodisiac" he gave Roan.
I ran like my life depended on it to stop him, but it was too late. He was already in her room and the worst part was listening to the sound of his voice. A husky grunt I'd never heard before, groaning things I couldn't make out. And her sounds… they weren't screams like they should have been knowing Roan’s anger. They were breathy moans, little pleas that got swallowed by his growls.
I wanted to tear my ears off.
That b***h. That b***h!
It’s a mantra in my head as I collapse onto my knees by the bed, sobbing so violently I can
