Betrayed A Bad BoyMilitaryR

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BETRAYED

PROLOGUE

"Look at me and tell me what you see." "Anger," I whispered. "Are you scared of me?" I nodded. "Do you think I'm going to hurt you?" he asked, pacing around me. "Yes." "You're right," he said smugly. My eyes glistened with tears, as anxiety began to fill every cell in my body. "Don't worry. I won't hurt you…just yet. Someone wants me to do certain things to you first. Things you won't soon forget." "Who?" I asked as a tear cascaded down my cheek. "It doesn't matter really. Just know you pissed this person off enough to be handcuffed to that chair." I struggled against the cold steel of my restraints, but it was no use. I was nowhere near strong enough to break free. "Do what you wish, but be swift about it. Once he finds you, you won't live long enough to regret this." "Who?" he asked, his imposing body blocking my view of the window.

"It doesn't matter since you'll be dead," I whispered.

DEBAUCHERY

CHANCE A year ago… I walked into my apartment to the sound of moaning layered with the heavy grunting of a man. I glanced over my shoulder to the metal numbers nailed to my door. "434," I read under my breath. Yup, this is my apartment. Another squeal filtered in from the bedroom. I know this bitch ain't fuckin' up in here. Rushing into the room, my body hot from anger, I laid eyes on the debauchery taking place on my six-hundred-dollar Serta mattress. "What the fuck are you doing, Nicole?" I yelled from the bedroom door. She squealed in shock, pushing the naked man off her. "Chance, what are you doing home so early?" "Is that really what you're gonna ask me right now?" I asked, shifting my gaze over to the asshole she was cheating with. My eyes widened, and my jaw dropped when I realized who was lying butt-naked

next to her. "Sebastian?" He smiled awkwardly and waved. "Hey, Chance." "Hey, Chance?" I echoed, jumping onto the bed with my first hurling toward his jaw. "Backstabbing son-of-a-bitch," I yelled, repeatedly pounding my fist into his cheek. "Stop it, Chance. Leave him alone," her irritating voice filtered through my anger. My face whipped to the side; my vision red with fury. "Are you kidding me, Nicole?" I asked as I got off the bed. "Get the fuck outta my house!" "Your house?" she asked with an attitude. "Yeah, my fuckin' house. Do you pay rent?" Sebastian got up, still holding onto his jaw. "Let's go, baby," he said, holding out his hand for her to grab. She looked at me with her wide blue eyes, scanning my face for something. Forgiveness maybe. Forgiveness my ass. I stepped back to let them walk by, annoyed they were taking the time to put on their clothes right in front of me. "Do that shit outside!" I hollered. Sebastian shot me a glance as he walked out of the bedroom door. "See you at work

tomorrow," he said, with a bloody smile. Resentment washed over me, realizing I would have to see this asshole every day at work and save his life if he needed me to. Brotherhood. I shook my head, wondering what that word must have meant to him because it certainly didn't mean the same thing to me. What kind of asshole fucks his brother's girl? Following them out of the room to make sure they left, I worked hard to keep myself from slamming him up against the wall. "What about my stuff, Chance?" she asked, holding on to Sebastian's hand at the front door. Is she fuckin' serious? "Text me your new address, and I'll drop your dirty ass underwear off at the curb," I said, pushing the door closed. "Stop being mean, Chance," she whined. A smile washed over my face. "Good luck with her, Sebastian," I said, slamming the door in their face.

PERKS

RICARDO Four months later… "I want you," I whispered in her ear, grazing past her in the tight hallway. "I know you do. A lot of people do," she replied with a sass that made my dick hard. "Is that so?" "Do you even think you can handle me?" I smiled. "How much?" "I didn't think you had to pay. Isn't that the perk of owning me?" "I don't have to pay, but I'll throw you a little something for that pretty little face of yours." "A hundred." I chuckled. "A hundred?" "I'm worth it," she said confidently. "And what if I'm disappointed after—then what?" She shrugged her shoulders. "I guess I'll owe you." "But you already owe me. I took you off the streets and gave you a place to stay.

You're living like a queen if you ask me," I said, moving toward her. "Then I guess I'll owe you more," she whispered, looking at the floor. I slid my hand down the length of her arm, resting it on the thickness of her ass. "Get in the room, baby girl," I said, giving her a good squeeze. I watched her hips sway as she sauntered into one of the back rooms, unbuckling my belt as I followed. I closed the door behind me, resting my hand on her shoulder, pushing her to her knees. I stood in front of her, letting my pants drop around my ankles. I pressed my palm to the back of her head. "Give me a hundred dollars' worth." Separating her lips, she took me into the warmth of her mouth. My tip rested at the back of her throat as she sucked on my throbbing dick, my hand guiding her in the speed I liked. The speed that would make me cum the fastest. She did good work, and I immediately felt the overwhelming heat of a climax wash over me, but I wasn't ready to finish yet. I wanted more of her, and I wanted my hundred dollars' worth. I slipped myself out of her mouth. "Lay face down on the bed." Raking my fingertips up her tight miniskirt, I shifted the lace material of her panties to the side, sliding my fingers into her already hot entrance. "Don't stop," she exhaled. Her words made me harder than usual, and I didn't want to waste any more time with the bullshit foreplay. I didn't need it, and I didn't care if she did. With one fluid motion, I ripped the seams of her panties and threw them across the room.

"I'll get you a new pair." Clamping my hand around the base of my shaft, I laid on top of her, sliding my dick into her slick pussy, her moans growing louder the harder I thrust. I've had hundreds of women, but there was something about this one that tantalized me, and against my better judgment, I let my guard down with her. I ran my fingers down the open back of her dress, noting how perfect her skin felt. "Just fuck me," she gasped I pulled out and flipped her over, pushing myself up onto my knees. I parted her knees, exposing her, taunting her with the steady tap of my tip on her clit. She licked her bottom lip, as she cradled both breasts in her hands. Leaning over, I slid my tongue between her crease, roving over the soft flesh while my hands roamed her body. Her slight squeals egged me on to pleasure her further. "More," she growled, raking her fingernails over the flesh of my arm. "Can you handle it?" I asked, seizing her vulnerable neck and squeezing it with just enough force to lessen the blood flow. "Yes, pàpi." "Call me papi again," I demanded as I lined my dick up with her hot pussy, and slid in the tip. "All of it, papi," she begged, biting her bottom lip. "Don't you tell me how to fuck you!" I warned in a tight voice as I slammed in to

the hilt. "Don't ever tell me how to fuck you." She nodded, biting her lip while digging her nails into my back. I fucked her like it was the last time I was ever going to have the chance, but I knew I would have her again. And again. "You like that, mija?" I whispered in her ear, squeezing her neck a little tighter. "Do you?" she asked coyly. This woman is gonna be the death of me. I continued to ravage her as the familiarity of a climax grew ever-present, every cell in my body exploding with heat. Seizing a fistful of her hair, I broke our kiss, too consumed by her tight pussy to be bothered with anything else. It didn't take too much longer after that. She was right—she was worth it. Tilting my head to the sky, I exploded, filling her with all I had to offer, the excess flowing out and onto the sheets. Laying claim to her body just as nature intended— she was mine now. I laid there for a while, trailing my lips over her velvety neck and shoulder, still throbbing inside of her. I tried my best not to fall for her wiles, but it was too late for all of that. I didn't want any other man to touch her—ever. "You're gonna be my number one girl from now on. I'm moving you out of this place and into my house for safe keeping."

"Should I be grateful," she asked, looking straight into my eyes. "Have you seen my house?"



BLACKHAWK

CHANCE Three months after that… "Blackhawk main, this is Blackhawk actual. Do you read?" I yelled into my com as the second hummer in our convoy exploded. "Oh, shit!" Sebastian yelled, grabbing onto his crucifix, closing his eyes while he mumbled something about "god" and "strength". "Blackhawk main, this is Blackhawk actual. Do you read?" I yelled again. There was a brief static, then came a muffled voice. "Blackhawk actual, this is Blackhawk main. What is your position?" My motherfuckin' position? "I'm about knee deep is some horse shit. That's my position. We're getting blown up out here." "Blackhawk actual, we have your position." "Well that's fuckin' great now isn't it?" I asked sarcastically as the sheer force of the explosion smashed through the window, ripping the com from my hand. "Fuck!" I yelled, looking at the others who had already unbuckled their belts to get out.

"Better get yo' shit, LT!" Evan yelled, jumping out of the doomed pile of metal. I nodded, quickly grabbing what I could. "Let's go. Let's go!" I yelled to the driver. Unfortunately, he was already dead, a piece of shrapnel had gotten him in the head. Sebastian jumped out, and I followed closely behind as a bullet zipped by my head. We took cover behind the Hummer, but there was nowhere else to hide. All my training told me we were doomed, but we were out of options, and it was either die trying or die like a huddled coward, and I'd be damned if I was going to die like a coward. The debris whipped over my face, into my eyes and mouth, making it hard to see and breathe. As soon as I saw a clear path to an adjacent building maybe a half a klick away, I yanked on Sebastian's arm and started a full sprint to what I thought to be safety. With only a few more feet to go a sense of relief washed over me. Unfortunately, the relief was short lived. Sebastian's voice zipped into my ears. "LT. LT. Watch out…" he yelled before a sudden jolt hit my back. He had been shot, and the sheer velocity of the bullet sent his body careening into mine. "Geezus!" I yelled as we tumbled to the ground. Sebastian's dead eyes staring into mine was the last thing I saw before another explosion sent a shock wave over the flat terrain, knocking me unconscious when it

hit…then it was just black. A clanging sound of metal against metal woke me up. The ache was immense, and the salty taste of blood in my mouth was overpowering. My lids fluttered open to darkness. Where the fuck am I? First thing I tried to do—push myself off the ground. Mistake. Big mistake. The pain was excruciating, every bone in my body felt like it was broken. "Sebastian. Where are you, man?" I called out into the dark. He didn't respond. I knew he was dead, but I didn't want to admit it. "Evan," I called out, wiping the sweat from my forehead. "Evan!" A sinking feeling overtook me. I knew he wasn't going to answer, either. Fuck. "Sebastian," I echoed one last time, hoping beyond hope he would answer. I'd have given anything to see that backstabbing bastard's face lying across from me. My eyes began to adjust to the darkness, and the silhouette of a table and chair situated in the middle of the room began to peek through. Suddenly, a barrage of men speaking Spanish rushed into the room, grabbing at my body. "Stop! What the fuck. Stop!" I yelled, trying to struggle against their attack, but it

was no use. A cloth sack was shoved over my head as they dragged me out of the cell. "Where am I?" I yelled as the sun filtered through the black material, shining brightly in my eyes. "Shut up!" a man's voice yelled before kicking me in the ribs. I had never felt so much pain in my life. Even my arduous training through BUD/s hadn't been this painful. "Motherfuckers…" I mumbled before passing out again. My eyes fluttered open to a dingy room with blood spatters covering every inch of available wall. It looked like a room used for slaughtering livestock, but I had the distinct impression I was looking at human blood and human blood alone. My hands had been handcuffed behind my back, and I was lying on my stomach in the middle of the floor breathing in dirt and what I could only assume was rat shit. A heavy boot pressed against my back followed by a deep Spanish accent. "Hablas Espanol?" I didn't reply. The boot kicked the side of my rib. "Ay! Hablas Espanol?" "Fuck you!" I yelled, cringing from the pain. "Ah…an American!" he said with a slight chuckle.

"Ah…a fuckin' asshole!" I said, right before he kicked my leg. "Flattery will get you everywhere," he said, pacing around my body.

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