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He cheered, “Noooope!”
Mid-cringe, I froze in place when he suddenly leaned down and whispered in my ear, “I am his best-kept secret. You can call me Sting.”
Air was sucked from my lungs like a backdraft waiting to explode as soon as it gained the environment needed. Legend had asked if Stain had a twin. Clueless, I had told him no.
Oh my God. Legend! I was wrong!
Discreetly, this secret twin licked my cheek. “Can you feel the ‘sting’, Tierney, my brother’s fuck toy?”
I was much more than that to Stain, but this man, who was never around to witness our relationship, had been told a different version.
Cackling, and sounding deranged, ‘Sting’ sat next to me as if invited. “I do believe you feel it!”
I was feeling violently ill. That’s what I was feeling.
I have to warn Legend.
As soon as I tried to stand to, I don’t know, maybe run to a payphone booth, Sting’s arm rested over my shoulder. “We don’t want to make a scene and get innocent civilians killed, do we?”
My mouth fell open when I saw him gesture to a gun tucked in his pants, right above his belly button. Instantly, I wanted to blame security for allowing the weapon past them, but Sting explained, “Private jets sometimes get special treatment. You’ll see because you will be on it as soon as it’s refueled.”
Stain was very resourceful. I should’ve suspected he’d have flights to Ireland monitored.
His insane twin to my right, I looked below his short dark hair and stared at the scar on his left cheek, identical to his brother’s.
Not a care in the world, Sting made fish lips in the air before telling me, “Nope. Your eyes aren’t playing tricks on you. It’s a replica of the scar Stain received from that Stallion bitch we killed.” He winked at me. “She put up quite a fight before bleeding to death.”
My eyes watered for a few reasons: I now knew who killed Legend’s wife. As Legend had, Sting was telling me intel I wouldn’t live to speak about. Most of all, though, I fought tears because my baby would never see the light of day. I would be dead long before he or she had a chance at a life of their own.
“Shall we get some snacks for the long hike home?” Sting happily asked me.
“No,” I whispered, even though my wants were most definitely a moot point.
“Great!” He stood, holding out his hand. “Someone is thrilled you are coming back to Nebraska.”
I wish someone would blow that compound back to hell where it belongs.
Hand in hand with Sting, I dared to glance at strangers, silently asking for help, but every time I attempted, his hand rested on his gun. If this man was half as crazy as Stain, innocent blood would be spilled because of me.
Oh, Da, why didn’t I listen to you?
All the years of searching were for nothing—
A leftover scent of Legend found its way to my nose, having me sniff my shoulder. Instantly, I grabbed my stomach, our baby, and silently prayed, ‘Let my life not have been for nothing.’
In the Scorpions’ basement, where I’d been held captive before winning over Stain’s affections, I stood with my back to a corner. It was so dark, someone could sneak up on me without me seeing them at all. That’s why I begged my eyes not to close when the door opened and the stair-hallway light temporarily blinded me.
Pressing my back to the corner, I gasped for air while holding out my hands, hoping I’d feel any person trying to get too close.
By the time my eyes reopened from the painful light, the cold and damp basement was pitch black again. I kept my hands out in an attempt to protect myself but soon felt his chest—his cut‚ the muscles tense with rage.
Immediately, I started crying, “Stain, I’m so sorry, but you refused to understand how much she means to me—”
Eyes opened or closed, I only saw stars after the back of my head slammed into the block walls I had hoped would help guard me.
My body went limp, but I never hit the concrete floor. I was instead being held up by the hair Legend liked to play with or hold tightly yet gently while he made love to me.
A flashlight shone in my face. The light beamed off my own skin to illuminate Stain’s manic dark eyes. “What did I tell you?”
