Page 142 of Sinister Legacy
A sea of pictures documenting my life.
In the middle is a handwritten note.
After looking around the kitchen to ensure I’m alone, I bend at the waist to collect the note. I straighten up, reading the scrawled words.
Round two. Let’s play another game. No one is who they seem. Call out King’s name, and watch his face change when he enters the kitchen.
Hands trembling almost violently, I breathe out a shaky sigh and blink down at the letter. ‘Watch his face change when he enters the kitchen.’I look up at the door and back. “King?” My voice is too weak. I call out again, louder this time. “King!”
His heavy footsteps thud on the floor, and then he opens the door and enters the room. His concerned eyes follow my gaze, sweeping across the floor, and he stiffens.
“What’s this, King?” I watch him closely. The way his throat jumps. The look of terror on his face. Not surprise.
Guilt.
“What’s this, King?” I all but shout, causing him to jerk his eyes to mine. I don’t have to ask him if he took these pictures. Not when the truth is written all over his face.
In a quick move, I bend and pick up a picture of me in bed with Liam. I’m riding him cowgirl, head thrown back, my peaked nipples on full display, and Liam’s cock between my legs. “You spied on me? Watched me fuck him?”
I toss the picture like I’ve been stung. Betrayal burns through my veins and coils around my heart like barbed wire. “Say something, for fuck’s sake. How do you explain this?”
“He can’t,” Madison says as she enters behind King. “He’s been obsessed with you for a very long time, and the dare was the catalyst that finally made him act on his urges.”
“Shut up,” King grinds out.
“Are you denying it?” Madison challenges him while I blink back tears at the fucking mess that’s my life.
King says nothing, his dark, intense gaze sliding my way.
“What the fuck is real?” I ask, pleading with him to tell me he didn’t spy on me for years. That he didn’t photograph me fucking Liam.
He stays quiet, and it pisses me off enough to shout, “What the fuck did you do with the pictures, King? Did you jerk off to them?”
Looking away, he works his jaw.
My hand flies up to my mouth, and my eyes water. “You did.” I stare at him as the seconds tick by, vaguely aware that Madison walks up to me and pulls me into her arms. I whisper, “But Liam… He’s… We…”
“It’s okay,” Madison whispers, tucking my hair behind my ear with fingers that smell of tangy copper.
“You planned it all.”
King’s eyes darken and he takes a step closer, but I scream, surprising us all, “YOU PLANNED IT! EVERYTHING!” Then quieter, “Liam is dead, King. You planned it. YOU FUCKING PLANNED IT!”
“Shh.” Madison tucks me into her embrace, and I let her hold me. “Calm down, Keira. We’ll figure it out.”
“And you’re going to listen to her?” King growls. “A conniving bitch who’s been after you this whole time, pretending to be your friend?”
“Fuck you!” Madison hisses over my head, her pulse fluttering against my lips at the crook of her neck. “Don’t you think she’s suffered enough?” Waving a hand at the sea of photographs between us, she continues, “Do you think she wants to be with you after you have stalked her for years? Do you think she wants to be with a sociopath?”
King’s responding chuckle raises the hairs on my arms and neck. “You’re good, Madison. I’ll give you that. This is what you do; you play people against each other.”
“Just leave,” I whisper, unable to look at him.
Ignoring me, he directs his next question to Madison. “What are you gonna do? You haven’t got a fucking clue what Keira needs. What she craves. She’s complex. You know nothing about her darkness. But I do. Call it crazy. Call it whatever the fuck you want. But I know what she needsbecauseI’ve watched her for so long. I never turned away. Never denied her. Instead, her darkness lured me in. How are you gonna wrangle it? You don’t even have a fucking cock.”
“I don’t need a dick to pleasure a woman, you asshole!”
“If you think she’s gonna fall for you, you’re fucking naive.”
