Page 34 of Brandishing Betrayals (Devil’s Psychos MC #2)

Jason

I looked over at a sleeping Luke and smiled wide.

The kid had fallen asleep at the dinner table, his head resting on the table with his fork halfway to his mouth.

We had spent the day fishing for salmon on a rental boat out on Lake White Buffalo.

The weather had been fantastic, Luke had listened to everything Marcos and I had taught him, and our guide had been right on the fish all day.

We each had caught several keepers and after wrestling with the massive fish we caught, the three of us were exhausted. Marcos hadn’t stopped smiling all day though. And every time Luke laughed or yelled with excitement, I laughed and smiled. It made me wish that Nico had been with us.

I had almost missed Maya at one point, too. Almost.

It had felt almost wrong to be enjoying such a beautiful and memorable day without her there.

Especially when Luke started asking Marcos to take pictures to send to his mom.

Or how Luke mentioned how much Maya loved to eat Salmon, something I hadn’t known about her.

It was a slap in the face of how much time had passed and how little I knew her anymore.

My heart hurt thinking about her and what could have been.

God, I hoped Nico was finding out the truth from her this weekend. We desperately needed answers, and I hoped Nico could get them through his own gentle ways versus anything Marcos or I would come up.

I could finally admit that there was something more to the story when it came to Maya.

Things didn’t add up. The Maya we knew back then was very head over heels in love with us and I didn’t believe that night was the catalyst for her leaving.

It may have played into her emotions, but there was some deeper reasoning behind her taking off the way she did.

If she wasn’t being threatened and she felt the scene had gone too far, she would have kicked our asses to high heaven in the days that followed. She wasn’t one to not speak her mind, despite having issues opening up. She would very much tell us off if she felt she was wronged.

It’s why none of it made any sense. For as much as she had problems opening up about things, she also didn’t have that problem with the three of us.

She told us how she felt about anything and everything.

They often spoke at length about scenes they were interested in, then planned them out, discussing at length—sometimes for hours—about safety or emotional issues that might arise.

Maya was not a meek or silent partner in our relationship. She had been the driving force of our relationship and her submission had been hard earned. Earned, not freely given. Maya had made us work for her submission every damn day and it had been glorious.

The more I thought about the past and how things ended, the less sense it made. Nico’s reasoning that Maya being threatened back then was looking more and more plausible. Luke practically confirmed it when he mentioned someone was leaving her flowers that would make her upset.

Jason

“This weekend was so much fun guy! Thank you so much!” Luke grinned brightly from the back seat as Marcos pulled the truck into the driveway at Maya’s parent’s place.

My instincts kicked up at the sight of an unusual blacked-out dodge charger at the end of the driveway. I frowned, while staring at the vehicle, it was looked oddly familiar—eerily so—and not very street legal. It had to be a gang-banger's car.

Unease settled within me as I glanced at Marcos to see him point subtly to under his seat—where we had both stored our guns. Not wanting Luke to know that we were carrying—because we were always carrying—we had hid our weapons under the seats.

“You’re welcome, buddy,” Marcos answered Luke. “I had fun too!” His voice was even as he smiled into the rearview mirror.

“Do you think mom could come next time? She’d love that boat!”

My heart clenched with Luke’s plea. He just wanted to have a normal childhood with both parents involved on a family vacation. The way things should have been if we had been in his life since the beginning—if Maya hadn’t left.

“Yeah maybe,” Marcos said distractedly, as he put the truck in park. “Listen, Luke, buddy.”

“Yeah, dad?”

“I need you to listen to me carefully, ok?”

“Yeah.” Worry edged into Luke’s voice.

“There’s a stranger in the house and it’s not safe for you right now. I need you to stay here and lock the doors. I’ll come get you when it’s safe to come inside, ok?”

“Is mom safe?”

“I’m not sure, but we’re going to check on her.”

I kept my eyes on the house, watching intently while Marcos gave Luke instructions. There was no movement from the house. Unease rankled me.

Marcos nodded to me and we both got out of the truck and reached under the seat to pull out our weapons.

We closed the truck door behind us and waited for Luke to hit the lock button.

Holding our Glocks down by our thighs, we moved quickly toward the house when it was clear that Luke was locked in tight.

I followed Marcos up the driveway and onto the front porch. Glancing in the window, I saw two bodies pressed against the wall by the hallway leading to Maya and Luke’s bedroom. It appeared to be a man pressed against a woman.

Marcos paused to take in the scene before he threw open the front door. I followed behind him, taking in the scene in front of me. Dax Hillcrest had Maya pressed against the wall, in what looked to be an intimate encounter.

“What the fuck is this?” Marcos’s voice boomed in the small living room.

Maya jerked in Hillcrest’s hold, looking over his shoulder to see both Marcos and I standing in the doorway, our Glocks raised and pointed at the two of them. Maya gasped.

Hillcrest murmured something softly into Maya’s ear, and I watched as her eyes fluttered closed in response.

As he slid his hand from around her throat to cup her face, Dax had the audacity to glance over his shoulder to smirk at Marcos and me before he turned back around and slammed his lips against Maya’s and kissed her roughly, like he was claiming her.

He lifted her chin and angled her head so he could deepen the kiss.

Maya wrapped her arms around Hillcrest, digging her fingers into his back. She kissed him just as passionately, holding him close as she moaned into the kiss.

“What the fuck is this?” I growled, shifting my weight on my feet, in an attempt to not storm across the room and rip them apart. Anger roiled through me, and I was a hair-trigger away from popping the safety off my Glock and firing my entire clip into Hillcrest’s back.

Maya broke off the kiss. “What do you think it looks like Jason?” she asked rolling her eyes. Her fucking attitude pissed me off.

“It looks like you’re fucking the enemy,” Marcos growled, shifting beside me.

Maya laughed, “Guess, I am. But he’s not my enemy.” She smirked at Marcos and me, and licked her fucking lips before she tilted her head back against the wall and pressed her tits against Hillcrest’s chest.

I saw red.

Hillcrest laughed deeply, his nasally voice sounded more like a wheeze than a laugh.

I was going to kill him. Kill her. The betrayal of all betrayals. Of anyone she could have fucking been with, she had to choose our fucking enemy. She was dead to me.

“You lost your chance with her,” Dax goaded. “She’s mine now.”

“They just can’t seem to get over the fact that I left them years ago,” Maya drawled, rubbing her hands over Dax’s back. “They’re still holding a flame for me.”

“Trust me, we’re not,” I growled. Not anymore.

“You’re not bringing this piece of shit around my son,” Marcos snapped.

She eyed us both warily, at least she still had some smarts about her. And she wouldn’t be getting her son back, not if I had anything to do with it.

Marcos and I still had our guns held out in front of us, neither one of us were interested in putting down the weapon, not while our enemy was in sight.

Dax’s hand left Maya’s jaw and slid down her chest to grope her breast, while the other pulled her hair, yanking her head back farther. She moaned loudly.

“For fucks sake,” I snapped, fed up with the bullshit. I wasn’t going to stand here and watch this shit. “Come on, Killer. Leave the whore, we don’t need her.”

I walked out the front door, leaving Marcos inside. Marcos followed me out a moment later and we both booked it for the truck. I heard the lock click before I opened the door and climbed in.

“What happened?” Luke asked, as Marcos climbed in and slammed his door. He started the truck a moment later and was backing down the driveway before he answered Luke.

“Your mom had a friend over, someone not safe for you to be around. So you’re gonna come back to my place for the night.”

“What?” Luke asked, clearly confused.

I took a deep breath before I turned around in my seat to face Luke. “Hey, it’s ok. Your mom is safe; she just has a man over that we don’t really want you around.”

“If he’s not safe for me, then why is my mom hanging around him?” Luke asked.

Marcos pulled out of the driveway and threw the transmission into drive, speeding off down the street. “I don’t know, buddy. Has your mom ever brought a man around the house before? Have you ever gone to dinner with her and another man?”

“Like a boyfriend? No. My mom doesn’t have time for dating. She goes to work or my practices and then takes care of my grandparents.”

I frowned and looked over at Marcos, he too looked just as confused as I felt.

“Alright, well for tonight you’re gonna spend the night at my apartment. I’ll bring you to summer camp in the morning, alright? What time is drop off?”

“Six-thirty,” Luke answered. “Guess it’s a good thing mom over packed my bag.”

I forced a laugh. “Yeah, that’s helpful.”