The Wife Breaker (Dark Vows Duet 1)

“Trust me,” he chuckles darkly. “The less you know, the better. Otherwise you’ll worry yourself into an early grave.”

“That bad?” I whisper.

“Let’s just say dear Heath has no problem starting a war over you.”

“Me?”

My eyes widen in surprise.

“Why me?”

“Haven’t you noticed?” he laughs. “Heath’s pretty much decided to keep you.”

My cheeks flush and I shake my head vehemently, saying, “I can’t stay here.”

“I don’t think you have a choice.”

Lips tightening into a line, I glare at Liberato as he walks out again.

“I’m out, I’ve been here while you were naked long enough. Don’t want any more shit.”

“Don’t!” I cry out. “Please. Help me.”

“Fine, but I’m not looking at you.”

He leans against the wall, facing away from me. It would almost be funny if I wasn’t so desperate to find somebody to help me get the hell out of here. I want to be free. Free like I’ve never been in my whole life.

“I need you to help me because Heath won’t,” I mutter. “What can you do?”

“Nothing?”

I watch him shrugging from behind.

“Heath will kill me if I’m around you too much. He’s weirdly possessive about you.”

“You don’t say,” I mutter. “Give me something, anything.”

“Like what?”

“Can you teach me how to shoot?”

“I... shouldn’t.”

His shoulders tense this time.

“Please, Liberato. I need some training if I want to survive Xavier Gunn.”

“Heath won’t allow it.”

“Then we’ll tell him you’re teaching me something else,” I plead. “Please. We’ll say... we’ll say you’re teaching me Spanish. Okay?”

He hesitates before his shoulders finally sink and he says, “Yes, okay.”

“Oh, thank you, Liberato. Thank you so much.”

“I’m sure I’ll pay for this, eventually. In fact, I’m already regretting it,” he sighs, pushing himself away from the wall. “See you later, Rain.”

He leaves the door open on his way out, and I can hear Heath’s heated phone call down the hallway. My heart pounds as I wait for him in my compromising position, knowing when he returns, he’ll show me no mercy.

But something about this situation excites me. My pussy is getting wet, desperately leaking between my legs. My nipples have hardened in the cool night air.

Finally, I hear footsteps in the hallway. I remain frozen until I see a figure appear on the doorstep of my room.

“I’ve been waiting for you,” I whisper.

“Oh, have you?”

He pulls himself forward, which is when I realize the man isn’t Heath. He’s one guard I’ve seen before, with light brown hair and a tanned complexion.

“I-I...” I manage. “Heath’s about to come back here.”

“I don’t see him here right now,” the guard smirks. “Meanwhile, you’re just lying here waiting to be used, aren’t you?”

“Don’t,” I hiss as he reaches for me, thrashing against my restraints. “Heath will kill you.”

“I’m not afraid of him,” he laughs. “Now let me see that pretty body.”

Chapter 10

HEATH

Walking away from Rain in her bedroom is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do.

I’ve had a rough fucking day and I’m tired as fuck. Certainly not in the mood to deal with Rain’s husband demanding she come back.

Diego’s crestfallen face keeps coming back to me. He accepted his death, which was brave of him. But I wasn’t brave then. I killed an innocent man. I took a life to make an example. I’ve become just like the man I don’t want to turn into.

I want to fucking kill L for calling me away from Rain, but the moment I pick up the phone and bark a hello into it, my spine catches a chill as the man I hate most in the world picks up.

“So you’re The Wife Breaker.”

I can practically feel Xavier smirking on the other end.

“At your service.”

I’m struggling not to hiss my answers, but I know full well I can’t blow my cover right now. Xavier can’t suspect who I am, otherwise Rain will be taken from me sooner than I’d expected.

“I heard you were the best at what I just hired you to do. So tell me, are you?”

“I guess you’ll find out.”

My hand forms a fist, and I force myself to calm down before I scream at him. The man has got me pissed off and we’ve barely spent a minute talking.

“Thing is, Mr. Wife Breaker,” my uncle goes on lazily. “My wife is really fucking pretty, and I’m really fucking bored without her. So I’m going to need you to hurry the fuck up and bring her back, broken in or not, in a month.”

I feel sweat erupting on my forehead, my jaw setting as I realize he won’t budge on this.

“I’m afraid that’s impossible,” I say. “She’s... a complicated case and we’ll need more time with her.”

“I can assure you, anything you’re doing to her, I’ve already tried,” Xavier hisses. “It’s best to just return her to me and let me do the hard work.”

“No offense, signore, but you haven’t done that so far. So please trust the process and let us finish what we’ve already started. We only want the best for you and your wife, of course.”