Page 119 of The Betrayal You Serve

He was right all those weeks ago. We had to experience the bad to know just how freaking good it could be. And I just know, I'm going to appreciate the hell out of it for years to come.

Because this is it.

I've officially been owned, claimed, and ruined by a Legend.

And I couldn't imagine it any other way.

Extended Epilogue

Luca

It's Christmas Eve, I should be at home in Rosewood with Mom and Lee. It's where I said I'd be. Yet, I find myself still in Maddison in The Locker Room. Not the one at college, but the exclusive sports bar across town.

It's the only place in this town where men are really able to hide. There's a strict members-only policy that ensures that any paps are left out in the cold on the sidewalk so that we can all drown our sorrows and indulge in our wildest fantasies without a camera in our faces.

Lee and I only turned twenty-one a few weeks ago, but we've both been coming here for years, thanks to its owner. Our father.

A bitter taste fills my mouth at the thought of him.

We've not spoken since the Panthers failed to make it to the playoffs this year.

He's pissed, I get it. I'm fucking livid after last year's success. This season it was like we'd forgotten how to hold a fucking football let alone how to throw one.

I scrub my hand down my face and rub at my stubble-covered chin. I can't remember the last time I shaved, I can't remember the last time I cared about much, to be honest. Everything is falling apart around me and every move I make only seems to make it worse.

I slide down on the leather couch I'm sitting on and gesture to the bartender for another when he looks over before tipping what remains of the amber liquid down my throat and slamming the glass back down on the table.

Resting my head back, I allow the alcohol to warm my belly as I watch one particular waitress walk around collecting up empties in a tiny pair of booty shorts and a crop top that shows off the slim curve of her waist. Her legs seem to go on forever before they meet sky-high heels.

I readjust myself as my cock begins to react to her curves as I drag my eyes over her ass once more and up to her soft pink hair.

I track her movements, trying not to get ideas about a member of staff who works for my cunt of a father, not that he has any input on staffing of his beloved empire.

She moves from table to table, smiling and flirting with every man who looks her way. It's her job, I get that, but despite the fact I haven’t so much as caught a glimpse of her face yet, I only want her eyes on me.

Finally, she heads back to the bar and I watch as the bartender slides my scotch over to her and nods toward my table.

Holding the tray over her shoulder she spins around and walks my way.

My heart jumps into my throat as I stare at her face, at the silver eyes I remember so well.

The second she registers who she's about to deliver a drink to, her steps falter and her tray slides from her hand sending my drink crashing to the floor.

"L-Luca?"

Sitting forward, I hold her eyes for a beat, a wicked smile pulling at the corner of my lips at the fear in her eyes.

Ripping my gaze away, I run my eyes over her body, taking in the front view of her. My cock swells more as ideas begin to swirl around my scotch-fueled brain.

"I-I need to go." She takes a hesitant step back as if she's unsure I'll even let her run.

"That's it, little girl. Run away," I snarl.

She swallows nervously as she continues to back away.

"Peyton," I call when she's almost out of hearing distance. Her entire body freezes. "You're not getting away this time."

She's gone before I can blink, leaving me with a sense that tonight might just have turned around.

I look at the bartender once more and hold up two fingers. It seems I'm going to be hanging around a while because Peyton isn't going to be leaving here alone.

Merry Christmas, Luca. Your new toy has arrived.