Betrayed: A Bad Boy Military Romance by Penelope Marshall

Author:Penelope Marshall [Marshall, Penelope]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2016-08-31T04:00:00+00:00

GONE, GONE

SIERRA

My ears perked up as the door creaked open behind me, followed by a pair of slow footsteps over the old wooden floor.

"Good morning, or should I say afternoon, Sierra," the man's voice said.

My head sunk as far between my shoulders as my restrained wrists would let it. His rough finger slid under my chin, lifting my face toward the ceiling.

"You're gonna respect me enough to answer when I speak to you," he said, his dark black eyes glaring at me with all the evil the world had to offer.

I ripped my chin away from his finger, shifting my gaze toward the floor. He chuckled, stepping toward me just as his phone rang.

"Hello?"

"The guys said there were three punk ass Americans downstairs and one of 'em was a gringo. I have a big shipment coming in soon and I don't need this extra aggravation. How much longer do I have to hold on to this bitch?" he asked the person on the other line as I listened intently, hoping to gain insight on who had ordered my capture.

"Listen. It wasn't just the bar, Oscar said he thought he saw your gringo on 24th street," he said, pacing back and forth.

"I'm doing you this favor. Don't forget what you promised me in return…once she's gone."

She's gone? Where was I going? Does he mean gone, gone?

"Fine, I'll keep her alive, but yes, I'll do the other thing."

What other thing?

My stomach began to churn with worry, hoping beyond hope Chance had figured out my message. I was banking on the fact he knew me well enough to know I was in distress, and I would never take the baby…his baby… away from him.

The man hung up the phone, slipped it into his blazer pocket, and paced around me. His movements were slow, like an animal stalking its prey. His finger slid down the length of my arm, then back up, resting his palm on my shoulder.

"You have such pretty skin. Smooth. Not too light, not too dark. Just right. You're like fuckin' Goldilocks," he said, massaging my neck.

I didn't reply.

"Has anyone told you how beautiful you are?"

He moved in front of me and took hold of my chin, positioning his face not even one inch from mine. "I'm fuckin' talkin' to you!" he yelled, his spit splattering on my face.

I closed my eyes.

"Answer me!" he yelled again, slapping me on the cheek with all his might.

My head jerked to the side, the bitter taste of blood filled my mouth, and I could feel the inkling of a cramp on the right sight of my lower abdomen.

Please Lord, please protect my baby.

Another slap to the same cheek forced blood to spill from my mouth.

"You think you're slick, huh? Just 'cause I can't kill you, doesn't mean I can't touch you here and there. It's up to you if you wanna make them soft or hard."

He crouched down in front of me. "You like it hard or soft, mija?"

I shifted my gaze from the floor, wanting to tell him he had fucked up and stolen the wrong woman.

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