Page 50 of Deadly Sins

29Ksenya

MY MIND COULDN’T STOP REPLAYING every second of my interaction with Grant. The only thing I could come up with was that he had seen my C-section scar.

But why would that bother him so much? Ksenya could’ve had a child before she’d met him.

It would only bother him if he knew…and if he knew, I was well and truly fucked.

I dismissed that thought.

Mitch greeted me at the door of Diamond after I sent him a text message. The cocky son of a bitch crossed his arms and thrust out his chest. “See? I knew he’d get bored with you.” Mitch rubbed his hand on my back.

Fuck. I didn’t want this. Especially after leaving Grant like I had. But I didn’t have a choice. I felt in my soul that I was supposed to be here.

Mitch led me to another room.

This room had no pole—just a plush bed. Fuck.

“I thought you wanted a dance. We could go to other room, and I can give to you on the pole?” My voice squeaked.

Mitch took my hand and let out a grunt. “You know what you came here for. You want my cock just as badly as I want to give it to you.”

I had to think fast and get the hell out of here. But before I could plot, his hand tugged down his pants, exposing his huge cock. I attempted to look away, but something besides his massive dick caught my eye.

A scar.

A deep mark, almost like a divot, dug into his waist, like someone had jabbed him with something sharp. Something like a stiletto hee—

Holy Fuck! It had been Mitch!

I gasped.

I stumbled, dizzy, disorientated.

It couldn’t have been him. After two years of wondering who had fucked up my life, ruined my relationship with Grant.

My mind flashed back to that night. Grant and Joaquín had been deployed. I’d been young and stupid. It was just a regular party on campus, right? Nothing could go wrong. Didn’t I deserve to have some fun?

Tori begged us not to go, but Dara, April, and I wanted to have a girls’ night before our men came home. The night started out great—music, beer, dancing, a typical frat party. But it quickly went downhill. I became nauseous as if I’d been drugged. I went into a room to lie down and passed out.

I’d woken up a few hours later. The room was dark, and I was unable to focus, a massive man on top of me, my panties pulled down to my feet. Drugged and powerless to scream, I made a quick decision. I grabbed my heel and thrust it into his flesh.

Left one lasting scar of his attack, something that one day would hopefully help me identify him, something that he would have to explain for the rest of his life, every time he had sex, a reminder that I would never go away.

No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t forget about him. Especially when he’d possibly left me with a tragic reminder of his violence. A reminder that I had loved even if he had been his instead of Grant’s, that I had even felt grateful for. A reminder that had given me a purpose in my life, a will to go on even without Grant.

But after that reminder was taken from me, in a cruel twist of fate, I’d become consumed with bitterness. I’d shed everything that was left of my life, except for my brother.

Now, I wanted revenge.

Mitch would not get away with what he’d done to me.

I hadn’t reinvented myself to seek revenge. My goal was to exonerate my brother. And I would spend my last breath working for his freedom.

But first, I would get mine. I had yet another mission. Mitch must pay. Especially now that I’d lost Grant.

Again.

I’d lost control, I’d snapped.

I was crazed.