Property of Vendetta Construction: A Reverse Harem Erotic Romance Novella

By Jenna Bluestone

In this sexy reverse harem erotic romance novella, Emily Fox, starts over in a new town after breaking it off with her abusive ex in New York. Struggling to find her way, she stays with her friend, Shante, in Goldrush Valley Pennsylvania. The world she knows comes to a screeching halt when she meets the guys at Vendetta Construction. Carmine, Tyson, and Nico treat her like royalty and bring her into their steamy world of pleasure like she’s never known.

Emily quickly realizes that starting a new life from scratch is harder than it sounds. Her ex won’t leave her alone, she doesn’t know anyone other than Shante, and she is struggling to find a job so she can get on her feet.

Once the Vendettas decide to make her their own, she faces one of the hardest decisions of her life – which one to choose? Carmine, Nico, and Tyson are each so sexy and different with a lot to offer, but all equally a once in lifetime mate. How will she decide? Who will win her heart? How will she choose just one?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jenna Bluestone
• Release date: Mar 1, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005593971

Jenna Bluestone

Jenna lives in New York where she channels her characters and their tales of fate, connection, love, and passion. She stays warm inside during the New York winters to bring her stories to life. Her light hearted humor, love of food, character, salty spirit, and appreciation for lovestruck passion come out in every book she writes. Jenna holds a special place in her heart for all authors, writers, artists, chefs, and creatives of all kinds, as she values her bond in this kindred circle of fellow souls that make the world go round – adding their magic to make this world better than it would be without them.

Book preview

CHAPTER 1

I’ll hide my pain

And tuck it away

Until your spirit soaks me like rain

Lead me with your light to a new day

Hard to believe that it would be my last night in this house. I sighed, rolled onto my back and stared at the ceiling as all the memories flooded in. I should be sleeping, but my mind keeps reeling through where I’ve been, where I’m going, and how I got to this stagnant place of despair.

We built this damn house, I murmured through my tears as my anger shifted into some sort of self-pity.

I rolled onto my side and buried my face into the pillow, hoping I would miraculously fall asleep. I heard Wes in the hallway, walking to the bathroom. I held my breath as I followed his footsteps with my mind. I had the bedroom door locked, and for an added layer of protection, I had the desk chair propped up under the handle. I’m not sure that anything could help me feel safe in this house anymore, but it’s the best I could do. Just one more night. One more, and I’d be starting my new life.

There were parts of starting over that scared me more than staying in the hellish comforts that I have known so well in the past 3 years. It’s that weird part of me that felt better staying in a world that I knew, rather than throwing myself out into the world alone – even if it killed me.

I felt so weak and so fucking dumb. I sank my nails into the pillow and squeezed it as I listened to the sink faucet turn on and off. I was in the guest bedroom, just trying to ride out my last night in peace. I left Wes the master bedroom. It has a big beautiful bathroom, so there’s no reason he’s down here using the hallway bathroom – other than to mess with me.

Hey bitch, hope you choke in there, Wes said in a low voice through the door as he rattled the handle. Better sleep with one eye open in case the house burns down tonight – with you all barricaded in there and all, could be dangerous.

I had a million things to say, but I opted to stay frozen, continue my shallow breathing, even though my heart was pounding, and pretend to be asleep. I couldn’t tell if he was drinking or not tonight, but odds are that he was, so there was no point. Arguing with Wes was a straight up waste of breath.

I am not sure if he was always an abusive, narcissistic asshole, or if he slowly turned into one. Either way, I fell for the jerk in his sleek black suit – with his perfect haircut, and his stockbroker job with all the fancy strings attached. I was flattered when he pursued me. Little me with my tiny degree, limited life experience, and a rusty old car. The chameleon swept me off my feet. He took care of me in the beginning, but only financially. There is nothing more to Wes than that. I now realize that what I had thought was love, wasn’t really love at all. It was only me trying to create this fake picture-perfect life that felt stable. Ah yes, that stability was nice for the first time in my life. But what price did I have to pay for that morsel of stability?

You’re the stupidest person I know, Emily, he laughed through the door. You’re going to give all this up? Do you know how many women would kill to be in your shoes? To live your life? You fucking moron! You don’t even know where to live! Dumb bitch, you don’t even have a damn job either, he laughed. And you know, he whispered in a deep tone through the crack. Emily, nobody’s going to want you. Who on earth would want such a fat ass bitch with an attitude like yours?

With my eyes clenched tight, I knew that he was right. And really, that’s what kept me here for as long as I’ve stayed. Some women might like this lifestyle. Wes, not so much, but the house and stuff, yes. But he’s right, my ass could probably be considered fat to some, and if leaving a bad situation is what’s considered a bad attitude, then yes – yes, I have an attitude.

With three years of marriage, two of those years have been a living hell. But now I can see clearly that he only offers physical items and housing. That’s it. No love, no kindness, no romance, and barely any sex. All of this alone should be unacceptable, but the abuse is where I’ve had to draw the line. I am honestly disappointed in myself for tolerating it as long as I have, but I’ve finally reached my breaking point, and I’m done.

I have exactly $ 747.00 to my name and it’s in cash. I don’t trust Wes or his ability to access any account I open with one of the local banks, because this little chunk is what’s going to set me free. The movers will be here in the morning, and I’m leaving New York for good. I’m heading to my friend Shante’s house down in Pennsylvania. It’s a little over two hours away, and it should be far enough away from Wes to keep me safe. Shante and her husband have been kind enough to let me stay in their guest room for a few weeks until I find a job and a place of my own.

One too many of Wes’s jealous rampages, and I got fired from my job as a manager at Bonebluff X-ray and Imaging. I worked my way up to manager, and ran that whole practice with ease. They couldn’t take Wes’s constant dropping in and shouting at everyone about me not answering my phone or his texts in a timely fashion. It’s always been about control with him.

I realized how deep I was when our receptionist pulled me aside and talked to me about abusive relationships, and I denied it. Not only did I deny it, but I made excuses for him. I told her that he only gets worried about me, and he just cares too much. But as the words came out of my mouth, my brain knew it was all bullshit. I realized in an instant that I was done and had to get out of my marriage. Unfortunately, the owners of the practice also decided that day – they were done with me and my baggage.

Today I started sending out resumes and cover letters to a few posted jobs, and one that I submitted directly online from their website. Not a lot of openings in that area of Pennsylvania, but I applied for a barista position, a waitress, a front desk clerk, customer service, and a management position at a local hospital. I’m not sure what kind of reference the Bonebluff office will give me, but it’s worth a shot.

Hopefully someone calls soon, because the movers will take a few hundred from my nest egg, and that’s with Shante’s family discount. Her cousin Rafi works for the moving company and gave me a hefty discount after Shante told him about my situation. He was happy to hear that I was leaving. He was at Shante’s Christmas party last year, and tried to intervene when Wes started to ridicule the length of my party dress, and told me I was an embarrassment because I looked like a whore. Rafi and some of Shante’s other family members were appalled and stepped up to him, but I downplayed it and tried to smooth things over by saying that I probably shouldn’t have worn the dress. Honestly, I knew the dress was fine, and Wes was wrong, but I just wanted to diffuse it. The evening ended with Wes dragging me out by my arm in front of everyone.

Never again, I silently mouthed as I heard Wes stomp back down the hall towards the master bedroom.

Divorce proceedings have already started, and that’s when I started to feel like my life was in danger. I noticed a blue powder floating on top of the tea that I left on the table unattended, and last week, Wes thought it would be a good day to get his guns out and clean them all at the kitchen table while staring at me and letting me know he was doing his best to make sure they didn’t accidentally go off and take me out. Yeah, not exactly a direct threat, but I heard him loud and clear.

Wes didn’t know exactly what day I was leaving. I told him that I’d be moving out on Friday, but the truth is that the movers will be showing up when he’s at work tomorrow, on Wednesday. I just don’t want a whole scene, and I can guarantee that he will not only verbally assault me, but the movers as well, and I just wanted to avoid all of his crap once and for all and get the hell out. I wasn’t taking anything that didn’t belong to me. In fact, I’d probably be leaving some of my own belongings behind because time is of the essence.

CHAPTER 2

The stealth move out was a success, and we were on the road in less than two hours. It was nice, Rafi showed up in his car to oversee the movers just to make sure Wes didn’t get out of control. The guys were very respectful, courteous, and moved pretty quick. Rafi must’ve briefed them on the situation. I followed behind the moving truck in my car and didn’t even look back at the house.

Just