Author Billiejo Priestley
Bio
Indie author of hot fiction, and taboo subjects. You can find my on all social medias and my books on Amazon.
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Stories (73/0)
The Cities Mafia Queen. PT 11
Emmi: Issues This morning was awkward. Weird and fucking awkward. I hadn’t even considered when I was due on. No, I just forgot, as if it no longer existed. Dante looked at me, waiting for me to go get in the bath. There was no way in hell I was going to stand naked and walk through knowing I had blood on me. So, I waited for him to leave then ran to the bathroom. When I emerged, the bed was sorted, and a box was on the bed. Inside were pads, tampons, tablets for the pain, everything I would have thought of, even chocolate! Someone had put chocolate in it.
By Author Billiejo Priestley7 months ago in Filthy
The Cities Mafia Queen. PT 5
Emmi: Secret Admissions I sit in front of Zane, his eyes avoiding me. He seems different, I know he said no, but his knuckles are bleeding and need sorting. I sit and wipe them, waiting for them to explain why they killed Paul. He was trying to help me. To them, though, they thought it was payback.
By Author Billiejo Priestley7 months ago in Filthy
The Cities Mafia Queen. PT 2
Bear: Meeting Little Lamb I stand before her, peering into her eyes. She’s scared for Ethan, which is sweet but unneeded. His fate will be far worse than Mich’s. I look across her body. Fucking perfection, her dress purposely smaller than needed to cause her breasts to flood out of the top. Her hips are perfect for grasping and god, those lips… Tainted red and plump, perfect fucking lips and all I can think about is kissing them, kissing them while my hands devour her entire body.
By Author Billiejo Priestley7 months ago in Filthy
The Cities Mafia Queen. PT 1
I smile as I dance, the mask firmly in place, sealing my identity and hopefully helping me with my conquest. I turned eighteen today, not that you would think it by looking at my life and how I spent today. People will look at me and see freedom, a city to explore and enjoy. That, though, is a shocking lie. I’m in prison. This city is my prison, and I have no way of escaping and no way of changing things.
By Author Billiejo Priestley7 months ago in Filthy
The Cities Mafia Queen. PT 6
Gunner: New Toy It’s been a long day. Me and Dante have found a few guys so far involved with Paul and one who stupidly left evidence of his involvement. I sit in the corner and watch as Dante talks to him, asking questions. This is just a warm-up. That’s how I see it, anyway. Dante asks questions, trying to find more links and anyone else involved. Then they go to my room.
By Author Billiejo Priestley7 months ago in Filthy
The Cities Mafia Queen. PT 7
Dante: Solace Betrayal I spend the day working, although my mind can’t focus on it. How could it? Emmi went with Gunner into that room, and every part of me wants to go and check she is okay. I can’t though, it would be like saying I don’t trust him. If it got too much, surely, she would walk out? But I can’t stop the worry, the fact it is nearly midnight, and there has been no sound. She isn’t meant to do this. I was expecting a woman who was weak, afraid, and hiding away.
By Author Billiejo Priestley7 months ago in Filthy
The Cities Mafia Queen. PT 4
Dante: The Giving I rejected this over and over. I don’t want a woman in our place. I don’t want a woman to come into our lives. I know, though, that people will have questions even without us telling people that they are only giving us Emmi because they see her as a burden. I look at my brothers; the last woman who was close to us was our sister. That ended awfully. We failed her. We didn’t see the enemies in disguise who used her. Maybe if we had done, she would still be here?
By Author Billiejo Priestley7 months ago in Filthy
The Cities Mafia Queen. PT 8
Emmi: Gifts I watch Dante storm out the room, knocking things out of the way as he does. I shouldn’t have touched him. I know I shouldn’t have. He’s going to take longer to get over things. I know he will, and he will take longer to open up to me.
By Author Billiejo Priestley7 months ago in Filthy
The Devil's Game
The usual routine, as soon as my foot crosses the threshold, I run to the safe haven of my bedroom. My mind tries to block out every sound from them. The violent laughter and shouts roam the house so freely. As I hide away I pretend they don't exist, my mind makes up a fake reality one that is easier to live with. Too afraid to accept the truth I hide in a dream world and wait for the silence to ring through.
By Author Billiejo Priestley8 months ago in Chapters