Betrayed (The Worshipped Series Book 2) Read Online Free

forehead starts to sweat. I wipe it off with my shoulder on my shirt. I open the car door, and the heat from inside forces me back. I get in, and wish my seats weren’t leather. My ass is on fire, and I can barely touch the steering wheel to drive off. I suck it up, knowing I need to get back to the motel. Yes, I realize the motel I chose is a dump, but like I said before, it was the perfect location at the time. I drive back as quickly as I can. I pull in the lot and I park right by our door. I grab the shit and I pull out the room key. When I walk in, I am expecting to hear the shower still going, or at least see Karen on the bed waiting for me. What I see instead makes me fucking furious. 
    The room is untouched. If Dominic had broken into the room, he wouldn’t have left it looking like this. He isn’t the type to leave anything undisturbed. I know she fucking ran. I feel the rage coursing through my veins. My heart starts to pound, and I scan the parking lot seeing if she might still be here. I have no clue where she would go, and the thought of something happening to her sends emotions that I have never felt before all throughout my body. I get a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach, hoping she didn’t do anything stupid. If she fucking gets hurt or worse, I don’t think I could move on from that. And knowing she ran from me, makes the darkness inside of me fight and claw its way out. I try to fight it back down, but fuck, the urge to let go and let it out is stronger. Somehow, I manage to regain some sort of control. I have to be in full and complete control to be able to think. 
    Goddammit! I wasn’t gone more than thirty minutes. I toss the bags down and I walk back outside. There is no way she could’ve gotten far. I figure she only has about ten or fifteen minutes ahead of me, and she doesn’t know where we are. I hope some poor asshole doesn’t give her a ride, because I am in no mood to let anyone walk away untouched. 
    I can’t tell you why I turn right instead of left as I pull out of the motel’s parking lot. I am going on pure instinct, and something is telling me to go right. I drive around for a good twenty minutes before I see her. She is walking on the side of the road, trying to flag down someone to give her a ride. A black sedan pulls up beside her, and she gets in the damn car. Why would she get inside a strangers vehicle is beyond me. Does she not realize that stranger can take her anywhere and do anything they want? I might be a monster, but there are still worse monsters out there. 
    Breathing deeply does nothing to calm the seething, I’m trying to calm myself down enough to follow them. I notice the car isn’t going to the highway, but instead is taking Karen to a bad part of town. My anger turns to dread. This part of town is the worst part. And fuck, being a monster myself, it is telling me that this guy is just as bad as I am. 
    I make sure my 9mm is loaded and turn off the safety. When the car pulls in front of a crack house, I know why that bastard brings her here. There is a mark on the side of the house and I know all too well what that sign means. Karen, I am sure, is freaking out by now. The sedan parks and I jump out of my car in a flash.
    The driver doesn’t even see me coming to his side of the car. I take him by surprise when I jerk him out of the car. The asshole thinks he can wiggle his way out of my grasp, but I refuse to let him go. The things I know he would do to Karen just adds fuel to my rage. I hear her run to me, telling me to stop hitting him, to stop what I am doing. I have no control over my actions at this point. The monster within has broken free and it will not stop until it’s finished.
    Again I blame Karen for this fucking mess. I turn my gun to the bleeding bastard, and not even thinking twice of it, I pull the trigger. I fire four times before lowering my gun. His blood running down his chest, staining his shirt lets me know he’s dead. I