Fucked around now you’re gonna find the fuck out

Most people get a second chance after a mistake.
Joanna doesn’t believe in those.

They call her The Madonna—not because she’s merciful, but because everything under her control is absolute. Every move calculated. Every outcome decided long before anyone else realizes they’re playing her game.

Seven months ago, she made the only mistake of her life.

One night. One lapse in control. One person she didn’t account for.

Now?

Now she’s fixed the problem.

You don’t find Joanna—she finds you. And when she does, there’s no running, no negotiating, no pretending it didn’t happen. She already knows everything about you. Your habits. Your past. Your weaknesses.

And now, she’s standing in front of you—gun steady, gaze colder than steel, carrying a future that ties you to her whether you like it or not.

This isn’t love.
This isn’t a choice.

This is consequence.

You had your fun.

Now you’re going to live with it.