Page 81 of Sinister Legacy
“Yes, sweetheart.”
“Will I be okay?”
“You’ll be fine.”
I nod, swiping at my wet cheeks with the denim sleeve. It comes away black with mascara.
“As long as you don’t feed the monster.”
Staring at our hands on the glass, I let my heart bleed for the young girl who lost her father.
For the lost teenager who has done unspeakable things.
“Before I go,” I start, locking my gaze on my father. “I need you to tell me how to beat the killer at his own game. You know how he thinks, Dad. Only you can help me.”
The heating blasts straight at my face as the rock music blares through the car. I glance at the time on the dashboard. Keira has been in there for over an hour now, and I’m getting fucking tired of waiting. Besides, why wouldn’t she let me come with her?
When will she let me in?
Okay, so maybe I went too far when I locked her in the trunk and forced her to dig her own grave, but she fucking cheated on me. And sure, I cheat on her too, but it’s not the same thing. I only let Cassie into my bed because Keira fails to see me.
For as long as I have known Keira, she has only given me crumbs. I thought that maybe with time, she would open up and let me in.
I’m the star quarterback, for fuck’s sake, but that means jack squat to Keira. Everyone worships at my feet except for her.
Leaning forward, I turn off the heating and straighten back up. I don’t even know why I switched it on in the first place, when the sun outside is beaming through the windshield.
I do a double take when I glance in the rearview mirror, but before I can react, a broad arm wraps around my throat from behind and begins to choke me. I’m assaulted with the smell of leather and peppermint. The horn blares, but there’s no one around to watch me struggle.
“Did you think you got rid of me, quarterback?” King taunts in my ear. His hot breath is deceptively calm despite his effort to choke me. “You were wrong when you said you always win.”
I let go of his forearm and stretch my jerking arm out in front of me to grab hold of something,anything, I can use to beat him over the head. But we’re in my car, and there’s nothing here.
“I always win, quarterback. When you’re rotting in a cold grave tonight, I will ram my cock so far down Keira’s throat that she’ll gag and choke while making a mess of the sheets, and then I’ll fuck her sweet pussy.”
The sick fucker breathes me in as if he savors the stench of death. I’m weakening, and the agonizing urge to breathe burns my lungs as my feet kick out in the footwell. I’m back to clawing at his arms, but my movements are sluggish now.
“Do you have any idea how much I love her tight cunt? The great lengths I will go to ensure no one takes her from me?” His lips spread into a smile against my temple as he tightens his grip around my neck. “I think you do, quarterback.” He slides his arm from around my throat and pistol-whips me.
Keira’s reaction when she walks out of the prison doesn’t disappoint. She slows to a halt and stares at me for a beat, where I sit in the front seat with a small smirk and my hand hanging over the steering wheel.
Come to me, baby.
And then—while Liam struggles, bound and duct-taped in the backseat—she sets off running toward the car, her blonde hair flying behind her.
Wrenching open the passenger door, she climbs inside and throws herself at me, crushing her lips to mine. “King!” Her arms wrap around my neck as she straddles my lap behind the steering wheel. Despite the loud groans, Keira doesn’t even look at Liam in the backseat. “You’re okay.”
With my hands in her soft hair and on her hip, I tongue-fuck her mouth until she’s a panting, writhing mess in my arms.
Breaking the kiss, she moves back and skates her eyes over my face as if to reassure herself that I’m alive. Aside from the faint bruising on my left cheekbone and the cut on my lip, I’m almost fully healed.
“Hey, baby.” I reach up to slide a few strands of hair away from her moist lip before slipping my hand behind her neck and braiding my fingers in the cascading hair. As I pull on it sharply, the harsh breath that slips from her tempting mouth has my hard cock twitching inside my black jeans. “You didn’t think you could get rid of me that easily, did you?”
I’m aching to be balls deep in her now, but we’re outside the prison. Liam’s muffled scream behind the duct tape could draw attention if anyone entered the parking lot.
With a tap to her sweet ass, I tell her without words that it’s time to get the show on the road.
She climbs off and straps herself in, taking a quick peek into the backseat. Her eyes sparkle with something heady and delicious when she looks at me again.
