Revengeful Punks

REVENGEFUL PUNKS DOLLS AND DOUCHEBAGS PART FOUR MADELINE FAY To freaking Eddie Munson. Leader of Hellfire Club. Rock on lost soul. Sincerely, Obsessed fan of Stranger Things Season Four CONTENTS Blurb Trigger Warning Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Epilogue To be continued Author Note Stalking links for Madeline Fay About Madeline Fay Copyright @ 2023 Madeline Fay Revengeful Punks (Dolls and Douchebags Part Four) Dark, Bully, Why Choose Romance First Publication: January 6th, 2023 Formatting by Inked Imagination Author Services All rights reserved. Except for use in any review, the reproduction or utilization of this work, in whole or in part, in any form by any electronic, mechanical or other means now known or hereafter invented, is forbidden without the written permission of the publisher. Published by Madeline Fay The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of a copyrighted work is illegal. Criminal copyright infringement, including infringement without monetary gain, is investigated by the FBI and is punishable by fines and federal imprisonment. Please purchase only authorized electronic editions and do not participate in, or encourage, the electronic piracy of copyrighted materials. Your support of the author’s rights is appreciated. This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, brands, and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. This is a Dark, Bully, Why Choose Romance. BLURB Have you ever had the breath knocked out of you? A gasping breath stuck in your throat, tightness growing so thick that you think this might be it? I’m going to lay down and maybe never get back up. Blending into the darkness, wanting to disappear because the one thing that scares you the most comes knocking right at your door. I’ve come this far and survived, but how much more can I take? With Logan, Nicky, Tey, Dalton, and Dom at my side, can I find the strength to stand up again and fight back? The men surrounding me aren’t good guys. They hurt without remorse, but I’m coming to realize, I don’t want the good guy who comes riding on a white horse to rescue me. I want my villains to corrupt my soul until I’m standing on top with my hands drowning in blood and jewels dripping from my fingertips. Gone is the innocent, scared girl who ran and ran. In her place is a woman taking control of her life. Tillie is no more. My life ended the moment I met my psycho guys, and I was reborn with revenge in my veins. I became very, very bad, and it feels really, really good. TRIGGER WARNING This is a dark, bully, enemies-to-lovers romance story ending with a cliffhanger. A why choose romance where the heroine won’t have to choose between her different love interests. This book contains graphic and violent scenes, including rape, physical and emotional violence, child abuse, swearing, sexual scenes, PTSD, and MM. Suitable only for readers aged 18+. Chapter Fourteen contains light MM. Spoiler: This series does NOT contain cheating. Please do not take this warning lightly if you are sensitive to any of the triggers listed above. This is Part Four of Dolls and Douchebags, which does end with a HEA eventually, you will just need to wait until the next book. If you have any issues regarding this book, please reach out to the author using one of the links on the contact the author page. Cruz “I’ve never seen your face before, Cholo. My dealing goes through Payne only. You wear his prez patch, so I’m going to go out on a limb and guess you killed him?” Carlos gestures to my new patch, not taking his stare off me as he leans back on his beat-up couch and turns his attention to the whore in his lap, ignoring me now. My gaze roams around the living room of the leader of the Los Muerte gang, taking in the dirty carpet with cigarette burns, the walls with holes the size of a fist, and the stolen products scattered across the floor. I expected nothing less, knowing he runs a small gang. He’s trying to take the other gangs off the streets, but in order to do that, he needs to make friends in higher places. Everything this guy represents makes me grind my teeth. If you want others to respect you, then fucking make it to the top by yourself. Killing, maiming, beating the shit out of someone, that’s how you instill fear and make sure no one stabs you in the back. Worthless piece of trash. Loud bass music from the speaker makes the floor vibrate, the overly obnoxious rap annoying me and loud laughter from his gang members littering around the house. I want respect, and Carlos is obviously throwing disrespect in my face, acting like I’m not the president of my charter, which starts to piss me off. He thinks I’m just some other club member, a fill-in for Payne until someone else comes along. I can see he thinks he’s the bigger threat by the way his posture is relaxed into the couch cushions as he smokes a joint, his brown eyes flicking over my dirty biker boots, all the way up to my faded jeans, the vest with my new position on the patch, and my long, blond hair slicked back. Fuck him. I’ll rip out his right eyeball and the teardrop tattoo he has under the left corner of his other eye. That will teach him thinking he can dismiss me as not a threat. I want his fear. He’s nothing, just another rat that follows the rest of the colony, and that’s why he’ll die in this fucking trash hole of a house. “No. That honor has to go to whoever