A traitor's fate

Ok, this girl Sharon, comes down to Florida for the first time from her hometown of Detroit to visit friends for the summer. She was here for like 2 days when we met. We totally hit it off and become best friends with benefits. 6 months in we are totally in love and I start a full thigh tattoo on her, my most ambitious project to date. A real masterpiece of a tattoo. Money was tight so I moved in with her, all good, and then she quits her job to come to work for me full time. So we're living together and working together, fucking like demons, bagging threesome after threesome with all the hottest chicks in town. we get mixed up in the scene and make tons of friends and everything is great. We fuck this girl named Heather and this bitch is like Satan incarnate. She befriends my ex and slowly worms her way into our lives by bringing us clients and such. My ex starts wanting to hang out with this bitch and instant message her instead of taking care of her work responsibilities. Money gets tight and she's goofing off half the time and I get pissed. We fight and who does she run to? That whore Heather. She blows a bunch of smoke up Sharon's ass and fixes her up with the sorriest little bitch punk in town. My girl then goes from being the closest and dearest friend to being the most cruel and hateful bitch alive pretty much overnight. As you can imagine, this is devastating. I got my heart trampled, those evil bitches laughed in my face while I felt like dirt. She was riding high on her "victory" and turned many of my client against me, so now I have a bunch of incomplete work "including her thigh which is 80% complete and never documented" roaming around because she fucked me over. So I missed out on a lot of money and a lot of opportunities to advance my rep, because she derailed my career. So I run into this new fucking bf of her's and tell thanks for taking her of my hands, he gets pissed and throws a fit. He call me in the middle of the night a few months later and threatens to break my hands. Can you believe that? This cowardly little turd doesn't scare me. I'll dissect that fuck. Now I'm back on the saddle, business is solid and I'll be damned if I'm not going to metaphorically kill everything in sight. This is my world and these hateful little fucks are going to be crushed under the weight of my rise. I can't wait to live so large that that bitch comes crawling back. I will have no sympathy or forgiveness for her. Fuck that whore, her's is a traitors fate and justice will fall on her like a guillotine.