Bully

<p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>My Pretty Little Rainbow was all thunder and lightning with hair like a damn neon dream and a mouth that didn't know when to quit.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>I bought a club in Boston to start over to drown out the screams of my past with thumping bass and dim-lit pleasures. It was supposed to be simple-remodel the mess retrain the staff and open the doors.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Then </span><em style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>she</em><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)> took the stage.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Now we're locked in a battle of wills and I can't decide if I want to pin her against the nearest wall or make her beg for mercy. Either way she's under my skin. Every time she flashes that defiant smile I feel the world tilt on its axis and I'm not sure if I'm falling for her-or falling apart.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>The more I push the more she pulls. Into my club. Into my family. Into my life.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>She didn't just torment me; she wormed her way into places I swore I'd let no one go. And damn it she made me </span><em style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>feel</em><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)> things I don't have a name for.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>I didn't deserve her; I knew that much. But when it came to Sloane? I had never been good at playing fair.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Enemies. Lovers. Or something far more dangerous. When you dance with the devil you don't walk away unscathed. And if she isn't careful she'll find herself tangled in the darkness I've tried so hard to hide.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Because maniacs like me didn't get to bask in the pretty rainbows of life. Did they?</span></p>