Maybe I’d been a naive idiot, but I’d honestly believed Kiera loved me,thatwe were going to get married, have a family, and grow old together. I would have givenher everything she wanted: safety, security, stability. Love. We had our whole lives planned out, only for her to take a sledgehammer to my heart and break it beyond repair.
My hand clenched around my glass as I recalled her on her knees; only this time, she wasfifteen, a torrent of tears falling down her cheeks as she said she was sorry and begged for my forgiveness. But how could I forgive her when she not only fucked someone else behind my back, but was pregnant by him?
To make matters worse, she refused to tell me who the cunt was, knowing full damn wellI’d have hunted him down and beaten the living shit out of him. In fact, with how angry I was at the time, I probably would have killed the prick with a smile on my face.
But she refused to tell anyone, including James. Itseemedit was a secret she’d be takingto the grave with her.
When she refused to abort the baby, her father had ostracized her from the family, butJames refused to turn his back on his sister. I never wanted to see her again, yet I still had to listen to James go on about her for years. How he was helping her restart her life, how Billie was the cutest baby he’d ever seen. How Kiera had met Alec.
The whole time, he was completely oblivious to the pain searing me every time her namewas mentioned. She went on with her life, acting as if what we had was never real; meanwhile, I was stuck in my own personal hell.
It might not have been real for her, but it was damn fucking real for me, and after learning of her betrayal, I refused to let myself fall for anyone again, unable to handle getting my heart broken for a second time.
Spurred on by a new wave of hatred toward Kiera, I clicked out of the text messages,refilled my vodka, and headed to my office, where my computer was, determined to put my new plan into motion.
It took me less than five minutes to hack into the camera feed of the house where theparty had been held, and it took me less than two minutes to find the camerathatcovered the grounds where Kiera had sucked my cock.
She may not have been aware of the security cameras around the house, but I was. It wasmy job to scope out locations and make sure I had control of any security features whenever James and I had a contract. Without me, James couldn’t do his job.
We’d always worked together. In the public eye, we both owned a mobile phonecompany calledSmarttech, which was how we’d made our fortune. It wasn’t a complete lie; the company did make us millions, but we also made a tidy sum through our contracts with Legion.
Legion rules statedthatmembers of the society were required to possess a skill or aconnection to an outside organization in which they held influence. These skills or connections could be called upon at any time by other Legion members.
Both James and I had been trained to kill; the difference between us wasthathe enjoyedit. While I had lost count of how many people I’d murdered over the years, it wasn’t something I particularly enjoyed. I wasn’t as sadistic as James. Instead, he focused on the killing, and I made surethatmy buddy didn’t get caught.
We came as a team, and we were both excellent at our jobs, which was why we wereoften sought after within the world of Legion.
My phone buzzed with another incoming text, and I glanced down at it to find another message from Carolina. Ignoring it, I focused on the task at hand: finding the footage of Kiera on her knees.
A malicious grin spread across my lips when the footage showed Kiera tugging me offthe garden path and into the small, secluded space. The Little General twitched as I watched the scene unfold; her falling onto her ass andthengetting to her knees. Me, pulling my cock out before she took my length into her mouth.
As I watched the video, my cock hardened, pressing against my pants, desperate to feelKiera’s mouth around it again. Clicking a few buttons, the video saved to my computer, and I moved it to an encrypted folder, along with the photos I’d emailed to myself earlier, before heading to take a cold shower.
Kiera had a shock coming to her. She had broken my heart. Now, it was time to break her.
Chapter 5
Kiera
By the time I arrived home from the party, I was riddled with a mix of shame and guilt,made worse by the ache between my thighs, which had been a constant presence from the minute I took Jackson’s cock to the back of my throat.
In a bid to drown out every emotion racing through me, I cracked open a bottle of wineafter I’d showered and cleaned myself up. Within an hour, the bottle was empty, and the ache in my pussy had intensified.
Giving in, I lay back on the couch and fingered myself until I came all over my handwith the images of Jackson fucking my face playing in my head. Cue a fresh wave of guilt and shame, and once my orgasm subsided, I grabbed another bottle of wine from the fridge and headed to the bedroom I shared with Alec.
My fiancè.
The only man I should have thought about when I made myself come.
I had no recollection of what happened afterthat, but when I woke the following morningwith the worst hangover known to man and the empty bottle of wine next to me, nausea bubbled up my throat, and the room spun.
Jumping out of bed, confused as to why the hell I was wearing a sexy nightdressthatAlec had bought me last Christmas, I staggered to the bathroom and ejected the contents of my stomach.
My throat burned after I brought the last of the bile up, and I silently vowed to myselfthatI would stop drinking—a regular lie I told myself.
On shaky legs, I stood and crossed to the medicine cabinet, digging out the Tylenol andwashing down two tablets with a glass of water before swirling mouthwash to rid the yucky taste left over in my mouth from vomiting.
At least I could spend the day on the couch feeling sorry for myself.
