Page 1 of The Betrayal You Serve

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Kane

"She's fucking pregnant," Letty screams, her voice cracking with emotion as tears cascade down her cheeks. "She's fucking pregnant with your baby."

My world begins to spin, confusion fogging my brain as I stare back at her.

What the hell is she—

"Surprise, sweetie," Alana breathes as she wraps her hands around my upper arm, her presence startling me yet her voice turning my blood to lava.

Ripping my eyes from a shattering Letty, I stare down at her in disbelief.

My heartbeat pounds in my ears as I try to gain a grip on reality.

"I'm sorry, that wasn't how I intended on telling you. I wanted to surprise you with it on Wednesday night, but you know how things went," she says, lowering her voice and wiggling her brows.

My stomach churns at the reminder of the other night, threatening to expel its contents right here in the parking lot.

Looking away from her vindictive eyes for a beat, I find that Letty is gone. My body screams at me to run, to chase her, to tell her this is all one big joke and to pull her into my arms. But I have no idea if any of that would be true, because I have no fucking clue what is going on right now.

I turn back to Alana, the accomplished smirk on her face causes something to explode inside me.

Red hot fury replaces everything else as I grab her by the throat and pin her back against the side of my car.

A terrified gasp rips from her lips before I crowd her, staring down into her now tear-filled eyes.

"You're lying." I want to scream it in her face, but I don't. I don't need her to see how fast I'm losing control right now.

"N-no, I'm n-not," she stutters, her entire body trembling against my rough hold.

I stare down into her eyes, needing to know the truth.

I already know she's a lying, vindictive cunt. I have zero reason to trust a single word that comes out of her mouth.

The fact that Letty was the one to spill her supposed secret has alarm bells screaming in my head.

Why would Letty know first? How does Letty even know Alana?

I only have one answer.

Alana.

"Get in the car," I growl, ripping the back door open and damn near throwing her inside.

She squeals before scrambling across the back seat to sit up.

"What are you—"

I slam the door on her so I don't have to hear her fucking irritating voice for a second longer.

Locking the car to ensure she doesn't escape, I start pacing.

The parking lot is empty now and as far as I know, no one witnessed what just happened. Hell knows the team couldn't have because I guarantee if they'd had seen or heard anything right now then I probably wouldn't be standing.

"Fuck. FUCK," I bellow into the silent lot.

My hands tremble as I pull my cell from my pocket and find Letty's number.