Page 57 of Brandishing Betrayals

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 frontof 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 notmyenemy.” 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.

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