Page 60 of Brandishing Betrayals

“What the fuck is this?” Marcos’s voice boomed in the small living room.

I jerked in Hillcrest’s hold, looking over his shoulder I found both Marcos and Jason standing in the door way, Glocks raised and pointed at us. I gasped.

“Don’t you dare tell them,” Hillcrest muttered in my ear.

“Dax, please?” I begged quietly.

“Better sell it.” He slid his hand from around my throat to cup my face. Dax glanced over his shoulder to smirk at Marcosand Jason before he slammed his lips against mine and kissed me. His hand lifted my chin and angled my head so he could deepen the kiss, while the other wrapped around my hair, fisting it tightly, all while his fingers dug in painfully to my jaw, reminding me of my place.

Sell it, I told myself and wrapped my arms around his back, digging my fingers into his back, trying to stab him with my nails. Forcing myself to kiss the disgusting monster was something else though. I had to breathe through my nose and try not to gag. He tasted of stale cigarettes and whisky.

“What the fuck is this?” Jason growled.

I used his question to break off the kiss with Hillcrest. “What do you think it looks like Jason?” I asked, rolling my eyes.

“It looks like you’re fucking the enemy,” Marcos growled.

I laughed, “Guess, I am. But he’s not my enemy.” The words felt like ash in my mouth. I forced myself to smirk over at Marcos and Jason, forced myself to lick my lips and tilt my head back against the wall, and press my tits against Hillcrest’s chest.

Hillcrest laughed deeply, his nasally voice sounded more like a wheeze than a laugh.

It took everything in me not to cringe or wince under his hand. He was a disgusting man, and having him so close to me was making me sick.

Marcos and Jason looked devastated—utterly betrayed. I needed to brandish that betrayal like a weapon and use it, hone it. Drive home the lie and push them away. It was the only fucking way.

“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 years ago,” I drawled, rubbing my hands over Dax’s back. “They’re still holding a flame for me.”

“Trust me, we’re not,” Jason growled.

“You’re not bringing this piece of shit around my son,” Marcos growled.

I eyed them both warily. Marcos and Jason still had their guns held out in front of them, neither one of them looked interested in putting down the weapons.

Dax’s hand left my jaw and slid down my chest to grope my breast painfully, while the other pulled my hair, yanking my head back farther. I forced myself to moan instead of cry out as I wanted to. He was practically sexually assaulting me right in front of them and there was nothing I could say or do to stop it.

I needed Marcos and Jason to leave.

“For fucks sake,” Jason snapped. “Come on, Killer. Leave the whore, we don’t need her.”

Jason walked out the front door, leaving Marcos inside. “I should just kill you now and save everyone the hassle,” Marcos said.

My heart skipped a beat. Fuck, I wished he would. Killing Dax would solve most of my problems.

Dax laughed and pressed harder against me while looking back over his shoulder at Marcos. “Go head.” Dax said it so nonchalantly, even I was dumbfounded. When he captured my mouth in another kiss, it took everything in me to not gag and push him away.

Finally, I heard the door slam shut and I pulled away from Dax. Looking over Dax’s shoulder, I watched Marcos walk down the driveway toward the truck. I roughly pushed Dax away from me. “Get off me,” I growled.

I was shaking with rage that I had been put in this situation.

“Remember, Maya, don’t say a word, or all of your boys and your son are dead.” Dax threatened me for the hundredth time. “I’m losing my patience. I will kill every single person you care about.”

I watched out the front window as Marcos and Jason got back in the truck. Marcos started the engine and backed out the driveway immediately, taking Luke with him. My heart raced as it sunk into my belly. He was supposed to drop off Luke… where were they going?

“I get it! I won’t say anything!” I pleaded.

Dax took his fucking time stepping away from me and leaving my house. Only when he was out the door and down the driveway, did I slide down the wall and crumple onto the floor in a sobbing heap.

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