Page 13 of The Betrayal You Serve

I pause, listening to it ring out, praying that it means she's a lying cunt and is about to get everything that's coming to her.

I'm fucking desperate to reach up into his liquor cabinet and grab something stronger, but I know I can't. The second he confirms what I knew from the moment Alana opened her mouth in that parking lot, I'm going for Letty.

I'm still pacing back and forth with the half-empty bottle of beer in my hand when the door slams closed once more and he appears in front of me.

His torso is speckled with blood and he's got a satisfied, evil smirk playing on his lips.

"So?"

Without saying a word, he pulls out a bottle of whiskey and a glass, pouring himself a generous measure before throwing it back.

"How much do you know about that bitch?"

"Nothing."

He nods as he pours another drink.

"She was abused as a kid."

"From watching how she stood her ground with you, that doesn't surprise me."

"It was so bad that she was admitted to a hospital with serious internal damage."

"Right?" I ask, not understanding where he's going with this.

"She's infertile, Kane. There are no records of her being pregnant or ever being pregnant. The damage was so severe that she's unable to conceive."

"Fuck," I breathe, relief filling me. "So why?"

"I don't know. She still refused to talk. But I'll find out."

"She's still alive?"

"Of course. What do you think of me? There's no way I'd kill her without enjoying her first."

"You're fucking sick, you know that?"

He throws back one more measure of whiskey. "You wouldn't have me any other way. Now what the fuck are you still doing here? Go get your girl."

"Call me when you find out."

"Sure thing. It might not be quick though. Something tells me she's going to make me work for it." His smile is wicked as his eyes focus on a spot over my shoulder as he imagines all the things he's going to do with her.

"Well, enjoy that, you twisted motherfucker."

He belts out a laugh as I place the bottle on his counter and head for the door.

"You said that like you're a fucking saint, Legend."

"Angel fucking Gabriel, bro."

He's still laughing when I get to the front door and slip through it, leaving him to his evening of torture.

I rev my engine and floor it down Reid's long driveway, more than happy to get away from that lying bitch and leave her toplaywith the Devil and discover where her limits really lie and what makes her finally confess.

I knew something was up the second she looked at me.

She's always got a conniving look in her eye. I had a feeling from day one that she was up to something. I mostly assumed that she wanted me to fall in love with her and take her away from her sham of a marriage, but she never once said anything about us being together. Well, until she claimed to be carrying my child.