Chapter 8.-Ride Or Die: The President’s Regret- Ringdom

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Courtney POV.

“Not my circus.”

“Not my circus.” I mumble to myself as I walk away, massaging my temples. If this is what it is going to be like going forward, I would rather take my chances with whoever is after me or until I get to the Devil’s Warriors.

I enter my bedroom and close the door, and lock it behind me. I waddle to the bathroom and just sigh, looking in the mirror. I look like s**t.

“Momma, I know the other reason you ran with me.” I chuckle as I shake my head.

“Far too much drama. Seriously, momma how the hell did you put up with all of this? I’ve been here a few hours and I’m ready to throat punch a b***h. That b***h being Wolf and his precious daughter. Jesus wept, this is a whole different kinda crazy.” I say as I blow out an exhausted sigh.

“Momma, give me streng……

Chapter 8.

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