His Love - Cassandra Dee Page 0,39

his eyes even scarier.

“Tell her,” he rasped once more. “Don’t make me say it again.”

And Miss Lane opened her mouth then, revealing broken, jagged teeth and a mouthful of blood.

“I love you Luke!” she wailed. “I love you soooo much!” It was like a scene from a horror movie where a zombie rises from the dead, red liquid dripping from its mouth.

Luke shook his head in rage, this time stepping near to push the gun against her temple.

“Tell her,” he threatened. “Tell her what you’ve done.”

And with that, Miss Lane caved. The words came out in a babble, a rush that I almost couldn’t understand. But the main part was clear.

“I set you up!” she screamed at me while looking at Luke. “I set that slut up! She wasn’t worth it! She’s not good enough for you, only I’m good enough for you!”

Luke’s finger pressed menacingly on the trigger.

“What did you do?” he rasped. “What exactly did you do?”

“I had sex with a man in your spare bedroom!” she screamed. “All those bedrooms for banging different girls! I hate them! I hate you!” she shrieked.

Luke cocked the gun this time, the barrel pressed tight to her temple.

“What else?” he ground out, the look on his face ferocious. “What else?”

“I waited until Kitty was in your apartment, and then had sex with a man inside! So she could hear what a disgusting, trashy manwhore you are!” Miss Lane screamed. “It’s not fair, it’s not fair! You want me, you need me!” she shrieked to the heavens. “I’m the only one who can make you happy Luke Lyons, mark my words!”

I stared wide-eyed at the scene before me. Because was it true? Had Miss Lane set the whole thing up? She’d known I was going over to Luke’s apartment that night, so she’d had sex with a man in the red bedroom, to trick me into thinking that it was Luke himself? It was so twisted. Who would do something like that?

But the answer was right in front of me because at this point, Miss Lane began thrashing wildly on the ground, skinny limbs flailing, literally frothing at the mouth.

“I’m the only person who can make you happy!” she screamed through the spittle, banging her face against the ground, blood flowing from her nose and mouth. “Only me!”

And at that, Luke’s bodyguard hauled her to her feet, pinning her arms behind her back so that she could no longer hurt herself.

“Let’s go,” was all he said before dragging the woman off, still screaming and squealing.

“Only meeeee!” she wailed. “Only meeeeee!”

As the door slammed, the three of us turned to stare at each other.

“Is it true?” I whispered, frozen with shock. “Was that her in the bedroom or was it you?”

The alpha lowered the gun, looking at his palm like he didn’t recognize his own hand.

“It’s true,” he rasped, swinging bright blue eyes to me. “There’s been no one but you,” he added. “No one Kitty, no one.”

I nodded.

“But what was this all about?” I said weakly, gesturing to the broken furniture, the blood on the carpet. “What happened?”

Luke shook his head.

“Baby, I don’t know everything yet. But Serena is certifiably off her rocker, bound for the insane asylum. Because after you left, she confronted me, saying that you were a slut. And I knew something was off. I could smell it in the air. So I had my PI get on it, and after we realized she’d followed you here …” his voice trailed off.

But I shook my head.

“But why?” I asked, voice trembling. “Why was she saying all that stuff about how only she’s good enough for you?”

Luke’s expression grew grim then.

“A long time ago, Serena and I dated,” he spat, like the words were pure crud. “Over a decade ago. And I guess she was carrying some kind of torch for me. She still thinks that she and I are a match, even though I haven’t touched her in a decade, she’s so crazy.”

I shook my head.

“But why would she act like that?” I asked. “I mean, all that stuff about me being a slut? About outing you as well, calling you a … what was it she said? A manwhore?”

Here, Luke grew silent, face shuttered.

“It’s not like that,” was all he bit out. “It’s not.”

But I couldn’t be stopped, the last fifteen minutes had been so insane that the words tumbled out.

“But what did she mean?” I pressed. “What was she talking about?”

The billionaire took a deep breath, that