What's up, folks?! I hope you guys are doing well because this Corona is making many people panic! Please remember to STAY INSIDE! It helps tremendously! #readtogether

Anyway...

Churches, right? Just goes to show that ya just can't trust every place you go to. No matter how holy it is.

ANYWAY, do you think Tiffany has finally cracked?! Has Bryce finally torn down that wall that Tiffany's held up for the longest time? 

Well, we are back with a new chapter for Screw Me Over! It's Jessica's time to...uh....decorate with her wrath. 😁

Anyway, please see the triggers that are in the summary of this story!

Alright, y'all! That's all I have! You may continue! 💜🤫
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"FUCK!" I cried as the art easels flew around the bright red ass apartment from my fingertips as my anger got the best of me again. Hundred dollars' worth of painted and non-painted canvases were torn apart, ripped into to shreds to fall all over the black fluffed carpet due to my cat claws and sharp teeth. The metallic taste fell over my tongue as my hands grabbed tubes of paint and squeezed them, making them burst throughout the condo. Colors of blue, pink, yellow, and green splat from the tops of these tubes just to redecorate Leo's red condominium. Brushes snapped at my hands' command and the pieces were thrown all over the place.

"NOT AGAIN!" Those dark thoughts fell through my mind, but they were not of my mother. Those were long gone.

The person that bought me all of these things, the person that was supposed to be in my arms right now, the person that so-called loved me...she crept into my mind and haunted me like a fucking ghost.

Cold tears fell down my hot cheeks as memories of my once future wife meandered through my mind. Thoughts of what we could have been swam through my mind like an angry jellyfish.

This bitch didn't even know the whole damn story and why? Because her sorry ass decided to run out of the hospital when I needed her the most. Then, she has the nerve-

No, she felt that she had the RIGHT to say that I was being vindictive towards my Mama! I'm the bad person here for pulling the plug on my already dead Mama! She couldn't stay alive. She was already dying. Why make my Mama stay in a world that was so cruel any longer? Why make her suffer in this place anymore than she needed to?

She treated me like a stone-cold killer that was out to kill her next. I know I can be crazy and shit, but FUCK! I'm not psychotic! There were plenty of chances where I could have slit her throat and possibly sold her organs on Ebay. But there were those fucking morals again.

Something just told me that it was still there. That fire and passion in our relationship. That tough love stopped me from giving her the ten-finger combo to that beautiful freckled face of hers. That spark stopped me from throwing some of our laundry bleach into her beers just to see her die a slow death.

And to top all of this shit off, she tries to make a compromise or some shit. Saying that she wanted a break to get her thoughts together. She tried to persuade me to do the same and wanted to see other people.

FUCK THAT SHIT! It's all or nothing when you're in love with someone! I gave up so much shit for this whore only for her to sleep around on me and lie on me. Only for her to cheat on me and make me feel so little about myself. Make me feel as though I just wasn't enough to her.

We were supposed to be significant others, lovers, partners in crime, the rainbow in a world filled of black and white. That's not what she wanted. She wanted to be free. She wanted her fucking freedom, to fuck around, to go out and get sloppy drunk still. She did that during our relationship only to come back home to kiss me on the lips as if nothing happened.

And I'm the bad person here? How backwards does that fucking sound?

She made me sick to my fucking stomach but I'd rather have a lifelong stomach ache than see myself without her in my life. I'd rather drown in this never-ending sea of problems than stand on the shore without the one person that makes me whole.

FUCK!

As my temper tantrum slowed down and my body fell onto the now abstract painted carpet, my ears heard a "Oh hell naw! Hey, hey, hey! I know you're an artist and all, but you can't just come in my condo redecorating shit because you're pissed. Calm the fuck down."

My eyes landed on a tall and tanned Leo marching out from his room with the top part of his dark blue business suit on. His bottoms consisted of Calvin Klein briefs. He had to have been in a little mafia meeting going on through Skype and my loud art supplies had to be interrupting him.

Sitting up to wipe the paint and tears from my cheeks, I looked up at him to say "Do you see this face? Does it look like I fucking care right now?" My eyes squinted at him as my index finger pointed at my wet and messy face unamused.

"Jess, you're gonna have to listen if you-"

"If I want to stay in this so-called 'home', Leo? Is that what you're going to tell me again? If you have any plans of kicking me out, please tell me now and just do it. Save us both the fucking time."

This is the headache that makes me the way I am today. Meet Leo, everyone. The man that I was sold to. Well, his family was who I was sold to for a couple of years. He helped me escape somehow.

He's done this before when I ran away to stay over here for a minute. Every time I don't listen to him or 'follow his rules like a good little girl', he threatens to kick me out. Somehow, I haven't been kicked out yet and, I won't lie, I've gotten scared from time to time. He's tried to throw hands and kick me out of the house, but something makes him change his mind every time.

Talk about your bad guy. He has to be the softest mafia member I've ever seen.

"You know I don't like seeing you out on the streets, Jess," he said with those crocodile eyes. He tried this every time I came over here.

"Yet you threaten to kick me out? It's not like I haven't roamed the streets before. At least when I get kicked out this time, I'll be able to kick ass. So please, Leo. Kick me out," I teased as my feet kicked the debris that lied around the house.

He was one of those guys that expected his girls to bow down to him and most of them did. Besides one and he just couldn't take it. He treated that one differently, tried to break her for years until he realized he couldn't. She had already been tired of bowing down.

"Don't do that, Jess. You're pissing me off."

"Or what, Leo? You won't do-"

Suddenly, his strong long fingers wrapped around my arms and pulled me into him with my back against his torso. I wriggled and tried to release myself from his hold but he slammed me into the wall. My face fell into the strong smelling red paint and I growled against it. How the hell did this bastard become so strong?

"You are so fucking stubborn! You ever think that's the reason why Jana left you? And then you come over to my house talking shit as if you wouldn't get manhandled. You just don't listen," he whispered into my ear as the anger boiled inside me and he wrapped rope tightly around my wrists. If there was one thing this guy was good at, it was locking his victims.

He tied my legs together with a second rope and stood back up against me with his junk against my ass. That set me over the fucking edge. He was using this moment to take advantage of me and I wasn't having it. The back of my head slammed against his face with a hard impact and I groaned in pain, but it was well worth it.

"Fuck!" he screamed as he grabbed my arm and turned me to face him only to be spat in his face. Good call, Jess.

Breathing heavily with a busted lip, he looked at me angrily and said "THAT'S IT! Jess, I can't put you back on the streets, but I can get you some professional help. This art shit isn't helping. How does Jana deal with you?"

"You should know. You had me before," I chuckled as he snatched me away from the wall and placed a tight grip on my arm. He dragged me out of the condo and a random thought frightened the shit out of me.

This mother fucker was about to send me to his uncle! His uncle was way worse than his father. If his uncle got ahold to one of his girls, he didn't play. Uncle Black would kill his girls if they even thought to be stubborn and not listen to him. Shit! I was not about to have my blood all over his hands!

"LEO! Let me fucking go-" My words were interrupted with him throwing me into the backseat of his car and hovering over me just to throw some strong duct tape over my lips.

"Sorry, Jess. It's for your own good," he said as he closed the car door. What good was tying me up and sending me to his uncle going to do?! This man was about to chop me up and have me in his next sushi dinner!

My burning eyes watched as Leo stood outside the car and spoke on the phone with someone else. My feet kicked the car door signaling for him to let me out of this smelly ass car! I screamed through the tape wrapped around my lips but he wasn't listening of course. My kicks fell on deaf ears.

I wouldn't give up for anything though. I was getting out of this mess whether he liked it or not. With one more kick to the door and scream into the duct tape, I finally got the car door unlocked. Unfortunately, this newly mafia-smart asshole knew just what to do to knock me the fuck out.

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"Bro, you getting your sister or what?"

"She's coming, alright? I forgot how impatient you and the Black family are. Don't tell her you're part of that family by the way. She'd kill you if she found out."

My ears overheard a conversation between what sounded like Leo and some other guy. My eyes slowly opened at the mention of the Black family's gang. They landed on a pacing Leo looking worried and some guy that looked around my age. His hair was dark and looked as if he just work up from the bed. He had a strong jawline though and his dark chocolate eyes looked to me.

Who the hell was I looking at and where the hell was I at?

"Hey, your girl's awake," the guy mentioned to Leo as he tapped Leo's shoulder. Yeah, Leo better had been worried because, once I got out of this chair...

He's gonna wish he never had a ball sack. Those shits were about to be my new punching bag.

My eyes looked around in confusion and it looked like I was tied up to a chair that sat in the middle of a boxing ring. What kind of professional help was this?

"Good morning, sun-"

"Where. The. Fuck. Am. I. AT?!" I screamed in anger as the other guy widened his eyes at my response.

"Is she always this feisty?" the guy asked. Oh yeah, ding dong. I'm as hot as the Carolina Reaper. Not feisty. Just ruthless when pissed the fuck off.

"Bro, not at all. She's a fucking killer. She packs a mean punch like your sister. All bark, all bite my guy," Leo talked me up as he watched me squirm in my chair. Eventually, the rope started to hurt my skin so I stopped moving and just sat there.

"Perfect place for her to be at, right?" the one guy said jokingly. His voice made me want to slap the shit out of him. How funny would it be if his teeth were knocked out of that pretty little mouth of his? I bet he wouldn't want a black eye on that cute little face of his.

How the hell did I go from being pissed at the supposed love of my life to being pissed at a random wavy-headed bozo? Am I really that crazy? The things Leo makes me pissed about.

Random footsteps took me out of my thoughts and it had me flipping the hell out. Squirming in my chair and closing my eyes tightly, I thought I was about to shit my pants because it sounded like Leo's uncle was coming.

My damn hair fell over my eyes partly, but I could still see through those little bothersome strands. My eyes fell on a short-haired pale lady. She looked like a skinnier, shorter-haired version of Carmon...

Except, for some reason, she was a lot hotter.

Her soft eyes looked into mine as she studied my angered look and I wanted to bite her fucking face off...in two ways.

Why the hell did she still have me tied up in here? We were supposed to stick together as women and she was supposed to let me out so we could kill these chumps.

Soon, she turned to a dying-of-laughter Leo and punched the life out of him, making him fall to the ground. That made me like her even more. I was impressed. That's what I'm talking about!

"Baby sis-"

"You want to tell me why Leonardo's son in in here?! You act as if he didn't work with-"

She paused all of the sudden and watched me with fury in his face. Like she wanted to kick my ass. First of all, I didn't work with his family. I was sold to his family. Second, if anyone was going down in here, it surely wouldn't be me.

"This is his son! Yes, you're right. But he's not really the bad guy. He doesn't harm the females. He saves them. That's why he's here," the random language guy said arguing with the pale girl.

Oh! They must have been talking about Leonardo's best man. Leo's father worked beside a man named Sylvester and I met this creep one good time. When I was sold to this family, his ass wanted the first taste of me. Luckily, Leo protected me and about five other girls from this crazed pervert sticking his weak little carrot in us. This girl must have had a thing with him.

"Fuck, Nico. I see what you mean. Your sister is vicious in the ring. Hopefully, she can get Jess the same way...except only in the ring," Leo chuckled as he was helped up by that one guy and wiped his bloody mouth.

Chuckling to myself, that girl's eyes snatched back at me and said "You're name's Jess? I'm Xiomara. How do you know this guy?"

Did I ask for her name? Why did she...you know what? This lady was trying to be nice and I shouldn't refuse her help. Now I know why Leo brought me here. He wanted me to fight in the ring instead of on the streets. That's smart, Leo. Very smart.

"Jessica. No relation or affiliation to the Black family besides being kidnapped," my lips finally opened and lied forgetting that I was in a whole relationship with the son of the worst man alive.

This Xiomara woman studied me hard and untied me from the chair without me even knowing it. Her face looked so doll-like...but she was hardcore. We were alike in a way and I liked it.

Once I realized I was free, I smiled at my newly found freedom and attacked the first person that had it coming. My ass jumped Leo and went in on the punches to his handsome face. I sat on his legs as my hands grabbed his hair just to slam his head against the hard surface so many times. My hands slapped him so hard that his cheeks fell red.

I wanted to stomp on his dick but Xiomara and Nico pulled my hot-headed ass off him as I shouted "Don't EVER in your fucking life tie me up again, you little bitch! LET ME FUCKING GO!"

At my impolite request, they let me go and I straightened myself up to turn and look at them. I closed my eyes and took in a few deep breaths so that they didn't think I was a wildebeest, in Tiffany's words.

Turning to the surprised brother and sister duo, Nico opened up with "He was not kidding. She practically knocked him unconscious."

"I like her already," Xiomara said as she smiled at me and a small smile fell over my lips as we watched Leo roll on the floor in pain. After that moment, I found a new love for boxing and a new way to get my anger out. If anything, I had to thank Leo for that moment but I was still too pissed at how he got me down there.

This took me a while to get used to and I wasn't done getting my anger out. There was one other person that needed to feel my wrath before I completely gave up the street fighting life.