Page 14 of Sinister Legacy
Shoving me away, he zips his jeans back up before picking up the knife off the floor. He must have dropped it when he painted me in cum.
Without another word, he walks out.
The little whore in me has found another plaything.
We’re seated on the grass, watching the football practice. The bitterly cold wind seeps through my clothing. I pull my coat tighter around me, peering at Keira. She’s distracted by her phone. When she notices me looking, she dims the screen and slides it back into her jeans pocket.
“It’s not like you to be so engrossed in your phone.”
The tips of her ears burn, but she shrugs her shoulders carelessly and looks out over the field. “Just checking something.”
“Right.” I stare at Liam’s broad shoulders and blinding smile when he pulls his helmet off to slide a hand through his sweaty hair.
It pisses me off sometimes that Keira gets all of him while I get crumbs. And she doesn’t even appreciate him.
“Do you believe the rumors?” she asks, tearing off a blade of grass.
I drag my eyes away and study her side profile, the way the breeze moves her blonde hair across her cheek. Tucking it behind her ears, she looks at me. Her cheeks are rosy from the cold, and her bottom lip is chapped from her constant biting.
“I don’t know what to believe.”
Tearing off another blade of grass, she nods. How she’s not frozen to the bone in her denim jacket is beyond me.
“It’s just…” I drift off.
“Just what?” Her eyes are intent on mine.
“The anniversary and the execution date… The timing is perfect, you know? Why a home invasion in Blackwoods, of all places? And why now?”
“Yeah,” she agrees, worrying her bottom lip. “What are the odds?”
“Here in Blackwoods? Not high.”
We stare at each other until I release a sigh and slide my gaze to Liam. He’s running with the ball, his shoulders hunched protectively.
Last night he fucked me, then left to go be with her.
It never stops hurting.
I study her again when she brings her phone back out. What is it about her, aside from the allure of her notorious legacy? She’s nothing special. I would even go so far as to call her dull. But Liam has some strange obsession with her, even when she treats him like shit.
I don’t treat him like shit.
And what do I get for it?
Sex.
But that’s where it ends.
Maybe I should ignore him and only throw him a bone every once in a while. Maybe then he would develop an obsession with me, too.
Even now, waiting for her boyfriend to finish football practice, she ignores him completely. He’s the star quarterback, for fuck’s sake. Girls line up to date him.
Maybe that’s the secret.
Maybe his obsession with her has little to do with her father, after all.
I catch a glimpse of her phone and frown. “Is that King?”
