Page 113 of Be My Brayshaw (Brayshaw High 4)

“See what?”

“Reality, so you can leave this place without question,” he whispers, lowering to his knees. “I told you, I’m giving you everything you need to be happy, baby, so there’ll be nothing left for you here.”

Tension pulls in my gut, my eyes bouncing between his. “Mike...”

“Shh.” He pushes my hair back, setting a water bottle in my lap. “The seal’s not broken on this one. No more meds.”

There’s a sound in the background, and a voice follows, but sleep calls.

“I’ll be back soon, Tor, and with a surprise.”A loud ring has my eyes opening, a clinking sound following and I push into a sitting position.

“Hi.”

My muscles tense, but I focus on the voices.

“You got here fast.”

Mallory.

My eyes fly around the room, landing on the monitor Mike turned on and I pull myself up, squinting at the tiny screen.

Several small squares make up the monitor, a live stream surveillance system like the one Mero had.

“You asked me to come see you today, and here I am.”

A sting shoots through my body, making my feet throb.

Captain?

Mallory is hesitant with her backward steps, but just then he slips inside with confidence.

He’s with her right now?

My hand flies to my chest as he wastes no time pushing against her, his hand grabbing at a piece of her blonde hair he seems to love so much.

“Now I want to hear you beg.” He leans in and as his mouth slides across hers, a metal taste coats mine. His hands slide along her collarbone as he tips his head. “You know how much I loved that… you begging.”

Oh my god.

I try to look away but can’t.

My eyes refuse to leave the pair who match so perfectly, a cloud slipping over my sight as Captain lifts her chin, his strong gaze holding hers.

The mother of his child.

The girl he believed over me.

He leans down, placing his lips on hers, in a slow, gentle kiss that turns the blood in my organs to acid, burning my soul as it eats away at my insides.

Her hand comes up, her fingers lacing into his on her face.

“I need to feel you, Mallory. Show me how bad you want me, remind me what it’s like to have a girl like you.”

As if a blow from a world-class boxer slams into my chest, all the air in my lungs is forced out with a single, harsh, burning breath, leaving me gasping.

You really do want her.

He wastes no time, tugging his shirt from his body, and walking her backward.

They disappear from the screen, showing up in the next little box as they make their way through what must be her house.

“Where are we going?” she asks him.

“Outside, on the patio.”

She attempts to stop his forward advance. “Why?”

“So your neighbors can see what I’m about to do to you.”

Mallory gives a hasty nod, but then her eyes cut left, and suddenly they’re staring right into mine through the monitor.

My muscles freeze as my head tugs back as I realize she knows I’m fucking watching.

You little bitch.

She’s in with Mike, but who manipulated who?

“Wait,” she suddenly whispers, pulling away, and then she grips his hands, shifting and leading him to the right. “I have a surprise for you, Captain.”

He yanks her into him. “You’re the only prize I want.”

Hot, angry, dumb girl devastated, tears fill my eyes, but still I can’t look away.

“Trust me,” she dares to say, and I want to strangle her where she stands.

But the anger is nothing compared to the rip of my organs as he places his lips on hers, and whispers back, “I do.”

I fall onto my ass, staring at the stupid black and white screen and wishing for a sudden power outage, because there’s no way I can turn it off.

As her dress slips from her arms, my tears follow, falling with the same amount of ease.

She kicks the fancy material to the side, left standing in nothing but a matching bra and panties, and soft pink heels to match.

“Open the door, Captain. Take me inside, and then we can go outside if you’d like.”

He makes no move at first, and then a tight nod follows, his eyes closing as his hand comes around her waist, pulling her closer, his other wrapping around the door handle.

I squeeze my eyes closed.

And then a lock turns.

It happens so fast.

The sound of a door clicking open hits, but I realize it’s not coming from in front of me, but behind me.

My eyes fly open, my body leaping upright in the same second as my attention stays glued to the wreckage.

Cap and Mallory stumble inside the room I’m locked inside.

I shuffle back, the lack of air in my lungs forcing me to bend at the ache’s will.

Something behind me falls, crashing to the floor, but the impact is nothing compared to when his eyes lift, locking with mine.