Chapter 3
The Montgomery family’s been in business for generations. We’ve always had organized crime breathing down our necks.
Six years ago, Mom and I were vacationing overseas when some criminals grabbed her.
They had a gun pressed to her temple.
I was screaming my head off, thought I was about to lose
my
mother.
Right at the last second, I heard this crack in the air.
The gunman dropped dead.
Blake was holding a smoking gun, decked out in full military gear–broad shoulders, narrow waist, moving like he owned the world. He saved both our lives.
I saw his face properly in the Army jeep afterward. Perfect features, this incredible strong jawline.
It was love at first sight.
I chased after him for a whole year before he finally agreed to date me.
Five years together, and I did everything he asked.
All that devotion, and this is what he really thought of me.
What a joke.
The bathroom door swung open.
Blake saw me hunched on the floor, looking pale as hell, and yanked me up with an annoyed look.
“I told you to wash some clothes. What’s with the pity party?”
Bile rose in my throat.
I forced it down and started looking for Mom’s things, fighting the urge to throw up.
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The pocket watch was completely destroyed.
Just fragments everywhere.
I picked up the pieces one by one.
Blake’s voice came from behind me:
“Once Hannah’s recovered, we’re getting married. After the wedding, Hannah and the baby are moving in with us.”
Hannah shot me this grateful look.
“Charlotte, thank you so much for accepting me and the baby. I’ll never forget this…”
I didn’t have time for her bullshit. Turned to Blake.
“Won’t be necessary. We’re not living together anymore. I’m taking Mom’s stuff. Give me the door
code so I can get movers.”
Blake rattled off some numbers, looking at me like I was pathetic.
“All this drama, but you’ll be back.”
Hannah tugged on his sleeve, voice all timid: “Blake, about the apartment…”
Something flashed in Blake’s eyes. He steered Hannah toward my car.
“I’m coming with you. Make sure you don’t take anything that’s not yours.”
When we got back to the apartment, I understood why Blake insisted on tagging along.
Sex toys scattered all over the couch.
Kinky candles on the dining table.
The bedroom reeked of sex, with handcuffs attached to both ends of the bed,
While I’d been dealing with Mom’s funeral arrangements these past weeks, barely coming home, Blake and Hannah had been going at it like rabbits.
I walked into the closet to find jewelry scattered on the floor.
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Several of my Hermès bags were missing too.
Hannah followed me in, smirking.
“Missing anything, Charlotte?”
She was dying to see me lose it.
Too bad. I just smiled back.
“A mistress is still a mistress. Only good for stealing.”
“You-!”
Hannah’s face twisted with rage. Something vicious flashed in her eyes.
She cried out suddenly, clutching her stomach as she fell to the floor.
“Charlotte, I’m still recovering from childbirth… how could you hit me…”
Blake charged in and helped Hannah up.
He was furious. Backhanded me hard across the face.
“Charlotte, being a spoiled brat has made you completely ruthless!”
Blake didn’t hold back. My cheek swelled up immediately.
My temples were pounding with rage. I almost lost it completely.
“I didn’t touch her!”
He didn’t believe me. Dragged me out of the closet and threw me to the floor.
“Get out! Go back to your family’s house and don’t come back until you’ve learned your lesson!”
All that anger turned into bitter rage. I was so pissed I got up and actually slapped Hannah hard across the face.
SMACK!
Blake went ballistic, raising his hand to hit me.
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I gritted my teeth and stared him down.
“That’s what me hitting her looks like.”
I turned and walked out, pathetically tearing up again despite myself.
Outside, it was pouring rain, soaking me to the bone.
I collapsed on the ground, sobbing.
After what felt like forever, I realized I wasn’t getting wet anymore. Looked up to see Lucas standing there with an umbrella, protecting me from the rain.
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