Page 3 of The Betrayal You Serve
"Holy shit," Alana gasps as the house finally comes into view.
I understand her reaction. The building is hauntingly beautiful.
Harrow Creek manor house sits high up overlooking the shithole town beneath. Its Victorian-style has had a complete overhaul in recent years, only adding to its sinister look. Everything is dark and twisted. Much like the person who lives inside.
Killing the engine, I climb out, ripping her door open and wrapping my fingers around her upper arm to haul her out.
She stumbles as she tries to find her footing, but I don't wait for her, instead just drag her to the front door as it magically opens for us.
"I'd have dressed up if I knew we were going to have a party," Reid says, taking in the woman trailing behind me.
He's standing in only a pair of gray sweats, his hair disheveled like he's either just woken up or thrown a woman or two out.
"You look perfectly fine to me," Alana purrs.
"Shut the fuck up," I bark, all but throwing the traitorous whore at Reid.
"Hey, darlin'. Looks like we're going to have some fun with you."
From the way Alana's eyes darken as she stares up at him, it's obvious she has no fucking clue what he means.
Gripping the back of her neck harshly, he steers her into the hallway as I trail behind.
He goes straight to the door I was expecting him to and pulls it open.
"You hungry, darlin'?"
"Y-yes."
"Great," he breathes, his voice full of evil intent.
He pushes her through the door before he looks back at me and nods, an understanding passing between us.
"Beers are in the fridge. I'll only be a few minutes." He continues forward before the heavy door falls back into place with a chilling bang.
Smiling to myself, I make my way to his kitchen and pull out two bottles before dropping onto one of the couches at the other side of the room.
As promised, he's two minutes tops.
"What'd she do?" he asks, knocking the top off his beer and downing half in one go before falling onto the opposite couch as if it's normal to lock a woman in your basement before even asking why.
I sit forward, resting my elbows on my knees and drop my head into my hands.
"She showed up after the game."
"Sorry about your loss, man. Coach fucked up not letting you start."
I nod at him, appreciating his comment and support.
"Yeah, well. Letty was waiting for me but before she got to me, that bitch barreled through her. She's claiming she’s fucking pregnant with my kid."
"What the fuck?" he balks. "Alana?"
"And Letty already knew."
His eyes widen. "They know each other?"
"Not from the way Letty was shooting death stares at her, no."
