Cygny's Six

And through it all, he’d felt more alone than he’d ever before.

He’d fallen in love.

Given his heart to a woman who disappeared just before the accusation had been made.

And when he’d thought about it, dug around in his mind, he’d realized that the two events had been linked.

They had to be.

What other conclusion could he come to?

Months he’d been under investigation by Homeland Security and his superiors.

Months he’d been under suspicion, until it came out that he had been framed.

Someone had gone through a shitload of work to make him look like a fucking traitor and when it came out that he’d just been a damn patsy, his life was still ruined.

His team had made some half-assed effort to take him back, but he couldn’t trust them.

And he was sure, most of them didn’t trust him either.

The accusation alone had brought a lot of nasty looks from the team.

And the stink of the investigation alone had made him a pariah.

A hard wind blew across the desert and Leo felt the sting as particles of dirt collided with his skin.

It felt like sandpaper.

Hurt like hell.

He was good with that.

At least he knew he could still feel pain.

His heart was cold.

Dead.

He huffed at himself.

That wasn’t the truth.

If it was dead, he wouldn’t feel the deep abiding hate he felt for the woman who’d ripped his life apart.

Elaine Miles.

Elaine.

Leo shut his eyes to push her out of his thoughts, but the darkness behind his eyelids only made it worse.

Damn it.

He could hear her breathing: deep, heavy breaths.

He could feel her arms around his neck, tightening as she rode him on his dining room chair.

Leo swore he could still feel her wrapped around his dick, her nipples dragging across his bare skin.

“Fuck.”

Yeah, he was fucked.

In the head.

Sitting out in the middle of nowhere, the blazing sun beating down, and just one thought brought him back to memories of her.

He was barely aware of a voice, almost yelling his name.

“Leo? Leo! You still there?”

Sighing, Leo answered his friend.