Chapter 6 #2
I slammed my hand down on the steering wheel, the thud making her flinch. “Don’t tell me you’re sorry, Kiera. It’s too fucking late for that.”
A deathly silence filled the car, and as I stared at the road ahead, a war raged in my head. One half told me to throw her out of the car and forget the fucked up plan I’d concocted, the other half telling me to drive the car to our destination so I could get on with breaking her.
But I didn’t move.
After a long minute, I looked over to her, finding her eyes brimming with unshed tears. “Who was it?” I asked for the thousandth time in my life.
I didn’t know why I needed to find out the name of the cunt she’d cheated on me with. Maybe it was the only thing stopping me from getting closure.
She sighed again. “It was ten years ago-”
“I don’t give a fuck how long ago it was. I want to know who was so fucking important to you that you were prepared to destroy everything we were building.”
A tear slid down her cheek, which she quickly brushed away. “I can’t tell you.”
“Can’t or won’t?”
She tore her gaze away, chewing on her bottom lip as she stared out the window ahead. My mind churned as I glowered at her. I didn’t understand why she wouldn’t tell me. It was as if she enjoyed using her secret to torment me more than I already was.
I twisted the key to start the ignition again, a fresh resolve washing through me.
She’d learn.
She’d learn the hard fucking way.
“You know what, Kiki?” She glanced over at me, her eyes still filled with tears.
“You want to know how to make this all go away?” She swallowed, her nervous gaze holding mine.
“Give me his name. It’s as simple as that.
Tell me who knocked you up, and this all goes away.
Don’t tell me, and things are about to get a whole lot worse for you. ”
Her eyes closed as a single tear spilled out, sliding gracefully down her cheek. When she opened them again after an eternity had passed, they were filled with determination. “Do your worst, Jackson.”
A malevolent grin pulled at my mouth as I hit the gas. “Oh, believe me, Kiki. I plan to.”
Kiera kept her mouth shut until I pulled the car into the driveway of our destination. “Where are we?” she asked, staring wide-eyed at the huge white house in front of us.
“You’ll see. Come on.”
Huffing, she joined me, and we walked up the garden path as the front door opened.
Dr. Paul Andrews appeared in the doorway with his usual emotionless look on his face.
I’d been coming to see him for the past several years; he wasn’t Legion, but his silence was easily bought. The perfect man for the job.
“Mr. Rivers, good to see you,” Paul said, offering his hand as usual.
“You too. This is Kiera Carter,” I replied, shaking his hand before nodding to my reluctant guest.
“Pleasure. Shall we?”
He indicated for us to follow, and I guided Kiera along the hallway I’d walked many times, leading to the examination room at the rear of the property.
Her eyes darted around, taking in her surroundings, her arm tense in my hand.
I knew she was desperate to ask why we were here, but she kept her question to herself.
She’d find out soon enough.
Reaching the examination room, I closed the door behind us and released Kiera.
“Well, Ms. Carter. I have a few questions before we make a start,” Paul said, sitting at his desk, and hitting buttons on his computer keyboard.
“Start what?” Kiera asked, the color draining from her face.
“The examination,” Paul replied nonchalantly. “It won’t take long. I’ll just need to take a bit of blood and do a vaginal swab, but it doesn’t hurt. Once we’ve done with that, we can discuss birth control.”
I kept my gaze fixed on her, watching for the moment she realized why I’d brought her to the doctor. Her gaze darted between Paul and me before her jaw dropped open. “You…you want to test me for STDs?”
I couldn’t stop the grin from spreading across my lips at her outrage, my earlier fury forgotten. “Yep. Or have you forgotten where we recently became reacquainted?”
“I remember perfectly well, thank you,” she hissed, folding her arms across her chest. “But I assure you, the test isn’t necessary. The only person I’ve been with for the last six years is Alec, and he always wears a condom.”
“More lies?” I asked, raising a brow.
“Believe what you want. It’s the truth. Besides, what about you? How do I know you’re clean, or have you forgotten where we met?”
“Care to share, Doc?” I grinned at Paul, who was watching the two of us with a confused expression etched into his face.
“Um… Mr. Rivers submits to a test once a month. In the five years he’s been coming to see me, he’s never tested positive for any sexually transmitted diseases.”
“Clean as a whistle,” I beamed. “Plus, I never go in without a condom, either.”
Yet, the reason we were here was so I could break my own damn rule.
The two of us entered into a competition to see who could glare harder at the other, only to be interrupted by Paul clearing his throat. “Um… Ms. Carter, I need you to consent.”
“She consents,” I replied on her behalf, not taking my gaze from her, and silently offering her to challenge me.
Her shoulders eventually slumped. “Fine,” she gritted out through clenched teeth, turning to face Paul. “I consent. But we don’t need to discuss birth control. I have a coil fitted.”
“You expect me to believe that?” I gripped her chin, tugging it so she looked back at me. “You have a coil fitted, yet your fiancé always wears a condom? Why?”
She pulled her face away. “Yes. And the why is none of your business.”
More secrets I’d get to the bottom of one way or another.
Smirking, I rammed my hands into my pockets to stop myself from wrapping them around her throat and squeezing until she spilled all her secrets. “You can check that, right, Doc? When you do the internal exam?”
“Yes, of course.”
A flash of panic lit up Kiera’s eyes, telling me what I already knew. She was full of shit.
“Excellent,” I replied, rubbing my hands together. “Well then, I’ve got a call to make. I’ll wait outside.”
The last thing I saw before I stepped out of the office and closed the door was Kiera’s furious face. She was cute when she was pissed. I had a feeling I’d be seeing a lot more of her anger for what I had planned.
Fishing my phone out of my pocket, I scrolled through my contacts before selecting the number I needed. It answered after one ring.
“Dude, long time, no speak,” Zayden said. “What do we owe the pleasure?”
“Are you with Brody?”
“Yeah, I’m here,” the unmistakable voice of Brody echoed down the phone.
While Zayden and Brody Evans weren’t identical twins, they were inseparable, including when it came to fucking women. They were the youngest of our group, and despite Zayden being slightly unhinged and Brody being a brooding bastard, they were good guys.
Well, as good as any kid born to a founding Legion member could be.
“I’ve got a job for my favorite cat burglars.” I stared at a painting hanging on Paul’s wall, trying to figure out what the splodges of paint were meant to be. “You up for it?”
In the public eye, Zayden was known for being undefeated in illegal street races, while Brody was undefeated in an underground fighting ring.
What most didn’t know about them, though, was that they were excellent thieves, and if given the challenge, they’d probably be able to break into Buckingham Palace without getting caught.
“What are we stealing?” Zayden asked, his tone laced with amusement.
“Nothing,” I replied, tearing my gaze away from the ridiculous painting to fix on the door of the examination room. “I don’t need you to steal anything from the target house. I need you to put something in it.”