couldn’t live without him. He became her coach, advisor, mentor and supporter in her struggle to stop drinking and whoring. Although she never did fess up to the whoring part.
He had known everything about her, and soon controlled everything about her. He made sure she got pregnant, so that she would do as he wanted and marry him. Cassie had been the perfect wife, in his control until the very moment she left him.
Cassie had done the unthinkable, unacceptable, inexcusable act of leaving him. She’d run off to her even more slut of a sister. Taking his son with her. She’d been planning it for a year he found out later. She’d contacted a lawyer, and kept strict track of him, documenting his movements and actions like he was the criminal. Instead of her. Kelly had footed the bill.
She’d taken him to court for full custody of his son, claiming he was an unfit parent. Him! She’d been a drunken whore when he’d mercifully taken her and shown her some self-control and discipline. Then she turned all of it against him. Right there in court, saying awful things about him and revealing secrets of their life. Cassie’s betrayal had roared between his ear drums. But he’d sat there calmly, stoically, and shown the judge she was the crazy one, not him.
But unbelievably the judge hadn’t seen the truth in Cassie. He’d lost. He, Marcus Leary, had lost to her, and with her slutty, bitch of a rich sister smirking at him from Cassie’s side.
Cassie had driven him to violence. Never in his life had he had to resort to that to get what he wanted. In the past his intelligence, patience and talents for manipulation had gotten him what he wanted. But she’d caused him to have to do what he’d done to her that day she was awarded Tim. The day he went to prison.
Everything that had happened had been Cassie’s fault. All of it was at Cassie’s doorstep.
And he’d been willing to forgive her, after the right punishment of course, and he had intended to do just that. Until she had once again betrayed him.
He’d been watching Kelly for over a week. There was no sign of his wife. Kelly didn’t do anything out of the ordinary. He’d wasted too much time as it was. His wife had found someone else to help her, now all he had to do was find out who.
That’s the thing his wife seemed to have forgotten, he knew everything about her. And there was no place she could hide from him. He’d find her. Cassie would make a mistake. Cassie Reeves was always her own worst enemy. She was a poison to herself and to him.
Chapter Seven
“Let’s go do something fun.”
Luke stood in her doorway the next weekend. A long week of nearly silence from John, and even louder silence from Marcus Leary had finally passed. Where was Marcus? No one knew. Marcus had dropped off the radar and was no doubt in search of where she and Tim had disappeared to. He was probably, right now, watching her sister Kelly. Not so close that he’d get caught, but close enough to determine whether or not Kelly was helping Cassie. Cassie knew in her gut that was the route Marcus would take to find her, and that’s why Kelly’s ignorance of her situation, was what would keep her safe.
Cassie missed Kelly with each day that went by. She had told Kelly she and Tim were taking a long overdue vacation. She had called her sister a few times. But each time she called she felt worse than before she called; she hated lying to Kelly.
She glared at Luke. “Fun? Doing what? Counting sea shells in the yard?”
“I see your mood has improved. Feeling a little housebound?”
“You can’t even imagine.”
“Okay, so let’s go to the park.”
“Park? And do what? Play on the swings? No, thank you.”
“It’s a little more than that kind of park. It’s a very popular tourist destination, and we’re taking your son to see it.”
“All right,” Cassie said, feeling a flicker of interest at getting out of the house.
Cassie followed Luke downstairs and bundled
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