Page 5 of The Betrayal You Serve
I should have seen it coming.
I knew he was playing me. I knew it was all too good to be true.
You don't go from hating someone as viciously as he did me to suddenly wanting something serious.
I was just too fucking stupid to see it.
Looking up, I find a flashing neon sign for a store.
Knowing my fake ID is in my purse, I swipe the backs of my hands across my cheeks and take off, needing something to numb the pain.
I swipe a bottle of vodka from the shelf and walk toward the register with as much confidence as I can muster. My fake is good, it's always worked before but today is not the day for it to fail me.
My heart jumps into my throat when the young guy looks between me and the card, but after a couple of seconds, he nods and hands it back to me before putting my bottle through.
The second I'm out of the store, I twist the top and allow the liquid to fill my mouth before swallowing down shot after shot until the burn becomes too much.
I stumble back against the side of the building, willing the nothingness of the alcohol to come faster but the warmth from my stomach doesn't fill my veins as quickly as I need it to.
With the bottle empty, I throw it down the alley behind me and revel in the sound of it shattering, much like the disaster that is my life.
That whore is carrying his baby. Kane's baby.
My arms wrap around my stomach as pain lashes at my insides. The memory of feeling him moving in my tummy hits me and my tears once again overflow.
I was supposed to have our baby. Not her.
Knowing that I can't lose myself alone in an alley, I push from the wall and make my way down the sidewalk as I call for an Uber.
I need to get away from here.
I need…
I need someone who can put me back together.
The second a car comes to a stop beside me, I pull the back door open, not even bothering to check that it's actually for me.
I repeat the address I want to go to and sit back.
The world is just starting to spin around me and I crave more.
"Can you go faster?" I ask, my voice starting to slur, knowing that when I get to the house, there will be more to drink.
My legs don't feel like they're attached to my body as I walk toward the front door. Hell, I don't feel like my entire body is my own as I swing the door open and scan the faces for the one—or two—that I want.
Everything moves around me in slow motion as I stumble through the crowd all here to commiserate the guys' loss tonight. They're so close to taking the lead. If only Kane had—a scream rips through my head at just thinking of his name.
"Letty?" I spin around but don't see who might have said my name.
I keep searching, stumbling my way toward the back of the house.
The deck. They'll be on the deck.
After what feels like an eternity, I get to the doorway and crash through, my eyes immediately landing on a pair of familiar green ones.
"Letty. Fuck."
In seconds, I'm wrapped in a pair of arms and I shatter.
