Page 58 of Brandishing Betrayals
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.”
Maya
Twentyminutesbefore.
I was reading a book and dozing on and off on the couch Sunday afternoon while I waited for Luke to get home from his guys’ trip with Marcos and Jason. I had enjoyed the weekend with Nico and had been surprised when my mother didn’t give me much flack about being gone two weekends in a row.
There was a quiet knock on the front door before it opened. My head whipped over in surprise and then relaxed a bit when I saw Nico walking in the house. “Hey, Little Dreamer,” he greeted me with a smile.
“Hey.”
Nico doesn’t say anything until he’s standing before me, then he crouches down before the couch. “Why’d you take off this morning?” He’s direct, as usual, and it makes my heart skip a beat.
“I got scared,” I answered honestly.
Nico’s mouth opened then closed quickly, as if he wasn’t expecting my honest answer. “Scared,” he repeated.
I sat up, turning to face him head on, my legs slotting between his squatted thighs. “Yes.” I nodded. “I woke up at four this morning and got so overwhelmed. I needed to get away.”
