Betrayed

by Jordan Silver

  Betrayed

  By

  Jordan Silver

  Smashwords Edition

  Copyright © 2014 Alison Jordan

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  Chapter 1

  Dominic please, you've got to hear me out."

  "Bitch which part of get the fuck out of my face don't you understand?"

  "Please we can't leave it like this."

  "Yes we can, now get your shit and get the fuck out my house."

  "If you really loved me you could never treat me this way."

  "Bitch are you mental, what the fuck would you know about love you fucked another dude, how's that for love?"

  "But I didn't not really, it never got that far."

  "Slut, I don't care if you sucked the tip of his dick but went no farther, you fucking cheated, if you held his fucking hand it was cheating, now get the fuck out; I hate you."

  "Where the fuck you going with my dog, uh-uh, he stays, now get the fuck on. Besides, Simon Shaw is a dog one dog should be enough for you. Don't give me that puppy dog look like I did something to you. Do you remember telling me I had to trust you? Well this is where that got me, trusting your lying ass; now get the fuck out so I can call up one of the many women who I passed up because I thought we meant something to each other."

  "Dominic, don't."

  "Doesn't feel good does it? Well fuck you, that's what you did to me, now you know how it feels."

  "Please..."

  "No, I wouldn't fuck you with a plastic dick so how the fuck can I take you back? Now for the last time, get...the…fuck...out...of...here."

  She's gone, I wish she'd taken this pain with her; how will I ever get over her, how did you live without your soul mate? But the anger was too strong, I've never been this fucking mad at anyone or anything in my life.

  She'd snuck out and went to see that fucking mutt behind my back. I believed her when she said that nothing happened, other than him stealing a kiss for which I had kicked the ever-living shit out of him. But the fact that she insisted on keeping up this friendship regardless of how I felt, no way. I'm a man fuck that shit. If my woman would rather please her friend than me well then, she could fucking have him, I'll get over the pain.

  "Yeah right Hearst, you know she's going to be back here before long and you know you're gonna buckle, pussy."

  No I’ll take her back because that's what real men do, they forgive and move the hell on, but first I had to make her pay. Besides I know enough to know I’ll never love another woman the way I love her, cheating bitch.

  I stomped around the house like a maniac, nowhere to go; you can’t outrun your own demons now can you? If I could gouge out the last few weeks of my life I would and start the fuck over, but that’s not an option either is it? Life doesn’t work that way, no instead it throws these fucked up situations in your lap and ask you to deal with them like civilized Homo sapiens. And the fuckers throw in the death penalty just for kicks. A man ought to be able to handle his shit without fear of retribution. Fuck!

  Chapter 2

  I'm not going to drink one drop of anything, I won't fuck myself up because of those two. I had shit to be doing anyway. I heard a car pull up outside and went to the window. Fucking chief Cooper; the fuck he want? I had nothing to say to him either. I opened the door before he reached the porch. "Something I can do for you officer?"

  "Yeah, you can tell me what the hell you did to my daughter."

  "She say I did something to her?"

  "Not in so many words but I know something's wrong when she asks to come back home and her eyes are red and swollen. Talk to me son, what's going on?"

  "Oh, so now I'm your son all of a sudden, what happened to all that shit you use to give me? You're here to plead your little girl's case, well turn your ass around and get the hell off my land."

  "Listen Hearst, you might want to watch how you talk to me."

  "Uh, Silas, fuck you, this is my place, no one invited your ass here. I didn't break any laws, this is a personal conversation so if I want to tell you to kiss my ass, I will. Kiss my fucking ass, now get the hell on." I turned and walked back into my house, the fuck. He came over here to threaten me? I ought to report his ass to somebody for this shit. I didn’t wait around to see if he left or not, I didn’t really care one way or the other. She was his problem for the next little while let him deal with her cheating ass. Right this minute I didn’t want to see or hear her fucking name, I wanted no reminders that she even existed.

  My dog was yipping and looking for his leash when I walked back inside, shit I forgot all about him.

  "Come on Butch, let's go for a walk." I put his leash on and headed for the woods in the back of my property. I had a lot of wide- open space in my mountains, no one around for miles, just how I liked it. I ought to set up at my vantage point with my rifle and shoot any other motherfucker that tried coming up here. I was feeling that mean, the skin on my back was itching like a bastard like I was trying to crawl out of that shit. Who knew relationships could be this fucked up? That someone else could have this kind of power over you? She’d almost brought me to murder, fucking twenty-five to life or worse.

  I had no doubt she would try getting my family involved but they could all suck it too. If I ever talked to that bitch again it would be on my terms. I'm a Seal we're men, we don't put our lives on the line for our country so we could come back here and punk out like some bitch. Shaw's lucky all he got was an ass whipping, my boys would bury his ass at sea never to be heard from again.

  I'm the leader of my platoon, I work with the same men on each run we make, can't really discuss what the fuck it is I do, people talk too damn much. That's why the fuckers tried fucking with us, what I do is top secret, it's dangerous and stressful as fuck. So I need to know that my woman is gonna be here for me when I come back, keeping those fires burning. I don't care if I'm gone for a whole fucking year, you wait your ass until I get home, not have some fucker sniffing around my pussy, what the fuck!

  I needed to calm the fuck down, a nice walk in the woods would do me good, save me going down the mountain and breaking my foot off in her ass. 'It didn't go that far', what the fuck does that mean? He put it in but didn't move? That’s like saying I didn't inhale. What the fuck you putting a blunt in your mouth for if you're not gonna inhale that shit? Fucking lying ass. Same goes for her and her fuckery.

  Come to think of it I shoulda killed his ass and thrown that bitch off the cliff. If she'd listened to me none of this would've happened. We've been together six years, married five, she was eighteen when we started I'd just turned twenty-six. It was one of those ‘love at first sight’ kind of things and we've always been tight. Our love was concrete I had no doubt about that but this shit was something I wouldn't put up with.

  My wife does not end up in another man's arms, I don't care how she got there, whether he did it or she did it, I don't give a fuck. She had no business in that position in the first damn place. If she'd stayed her ass on the mountain where I left her she wouldn't be out in the cold now.

  I'm gone for long periods of time this is true. Madelyn is a writer so she works from home. I'm sure she gets bored and lonely and what the fuck ever, what the fuck, it's not like I'm off having fun with the boys. I'm out there putting my nuts on the line everyday and she decides she wants to go partying with the girls. That would
n't have been a problem as such though I told her before to stay away from that Brenda skank; that bitch was always on the prowl, she’s even tried getting on my dick a time or two so I know the bitch is open. I don’t want my wife around that shit, which I’ve told her a hundred fucking times.

  So she goes out with her girls, have one too many and end up in a lip lock with that fuck. If that wasn’t bad enough, apparently there was some heavy petting involved too. How do I know this? The fucking bartender is a friend, an old army guy who didn't like what the fuck he saw. I've been home four days, but I only found out about this shit yesterday. I didn’t wait to confront her with the shit, I couldn’t. Just hearing the words had gutted me like I never believed possible, not my Maddy, no fucking way in hell.

  She’d tried to play that shit off but I knew when she was lying, and that just made the shit worst. I'd jumped in my Rover and headed to the next town over for Shaw. I hadn’t listened to her pleas to come back or her bullshit explanation that it had been a mistake. I knew that much, a big one on their part, somebody was going to pay for the hole in my gut. Since she was a female it was hard for me to see myself wrapping my hands around her neck and squeezing the fucking life out of her, but I wanted to. Oh how I wanted to. In the first few minutes after I asked her about it I thought I would kill her where she stood, that shit scared me more than the battlefield. No man wants to know he has that in him; so instead of killing my wife with one blow to her fucking larynx I hopped in my ride and went on the hunt for the other player.

  I got to the street where he lived in ten minutes instead it the twenty it should’ve taken. I saw him outside working on his truck like there wasn’t shit wrong in his world, like he hadn’t fucked my shit up royally. I slammed out of my truck and headed for him on the run with pure murder in my heart, this was it. I hadn’t been sure what I was going to do when I saw him, but seeing him looking so nonchalant while my world was in tatters at my fucking feet was the last straw.

  The fuck saw me coming and some sixth sense must've warned him because he tried to run. Either that or my wife had called and warned him. That thought just enraged me even more, if she had spoken to him again after what the fuck they had done I would kill her ass no joke. “Hey let me explain…” he tried evading me but he was no match for my anger.

  “Save your fucking breath asshole, you put hands on what’s mine, now you fucking die.” I collared his ass and gave him a beat down. His pleas fell on death ears, and of he threw a punch I never felt it. The neighbors came running when they heard all the noise and pulled me off him. I left him slumped over the open hood of his truck and headed for my jeep.

  Then I went back and dealt with her cheating ass. I barely controlled myself, she only got a hand around the throat while I told her what the fuck I thought of her ass. Then I threw the bitch out of my house. I wasn't done with her ass though, not by a long shot. For as long as I felt this pain she was going to pay and if I ever saw his ass again I’ll be sure to finish the job.

  Chapter 3

  It's fucked that I have to come home to this. I’d been looking forward to being with my girl after the team and I got back from Central America where we had to rescue the ambassador’s daughter from guerrillas who were looking for a trade. It was a land and sea effort that took days of planning and weeks to carry out since the fuckers changed location every day or so. In the end we'd got the girl, and they'd traded their lives for their greed and stupidity.

  I'd been looking forward to some home cooking and some loving Hearst style. My girl and I could get pretty wild, especially when I had just returned after a long haul. When I thought of her letting him touch her I wanted to throw up and kill them both all at the same time. I'm the only man to ever have her, at least that's what she would have me believe but I no longer knew what to believe. I'd trusted her, all those times I’d been gone I’d always believed my baby would never do me wrong; looks like I was a fool.

  I let Butch run around and do his thing while I tried to get my head clear. No one trained me for this shit, when I was in the zone my heart wasn’t in that shit. I was on the job taking care of business, it’s what I was trained to do. This shit was a whole different story; I didn’t know what the fuck to do with myself. It’s not like I could call up the guys and have a little pow wow and defuse the situation. This shit was some homegrown bullshit that no amount of combat training is going to solve.

  “Let’s go pooch.” The sun was way down in the sky and the night was coming in. My gut reminded me that I hadn’t eaten and I found myself wondering at the absurdity of life. How can a man think of such banal things as food when his world had been fucked? Nevertheless I headed back down the mountain determined to put one foot in front of the other and deal.

  I put a steak on the grill and tossed a salad after throwing a couple potatoes in the oven. Thank God I knew how to take care of myself. I'd been a grown man when I met and married Maddy; she was in her first year of college. We'd met when I first moved here, sick and tired of big city life I had bought a couple hundred acres in the mountains to get the hell away from my fellow man, sick fucks.

  She was coming out of the supermarket while I was about to go in, I'd taken one look and fallen hard. At first I took a jolt to my ego, after all she looks like a high school kid, that was so not my style; but she smiled at me and I'd thought, fuck it. We'd introduced ourselves to each other and that first night we had talked on the phone for hours about any and everything.

  We had absolutely nothing in common, well except for some types of music, but where I was a rough and ready athletic type, Maddy was a self confessed clucks, who fell over her own feet and hated the very idea of anything to do with sports. I took her virginity two months after we met. I would've married her then and there but she wanted to wait at least until after her first year of college. I gave in because I knew she wasn’t going anywhere,

  From that moment on married or not she was mine, and I treated her as such. She was wearing my ring on her finger so all the other fucks would know that she belonged to me. This Simon dude had always been a part of her life since their fathers were best pals. In fact I think part of the reason her old man had never warmed to me was because he had expected those two to get together. But nothing and no one was going to stop me from having my girl and months later we were married.

  We had been so happy together, like nothing I ever knew I could have. She was my one constant in a world that I knew was fucked; the world that I fought to protect her from. Everything I did was for her, every decision I made revolved around her and what was best for her. When I went out in the field on a mission I took her with me in my heart, I didn’t take the risk I once did, because I wanted to come back home to my Madelyn. Now she’d fucked me over but good and I couldn’t see anyway out of this shit.

  I slept fitfully that night on the couch I couldn’t bear to sleep in our bed where her scent was sure to haunt me. The damn dog was giving me looks like he was sorry for me one minute and then questioning where the fuck his mama was the next. I turned my aback on him after the third whine and tried to get some sleep. No dice, every time I closed my eyes I kept picturing them together. When will this shit end?

  It’s two days since she’s been gone and there was no relief in sight. I ate sparingly when my guts got too loud for me to ignore and I wasn’t sleeping for shit. Even Butch had given up on me and went about his day ignoring my sorry ass. I was at a lost for something to do. Anything to make this throbbing pain in my chest go away. Everywhere I turned I saw her, she hadn’t taken all her shit and there were little pieces of her all over the place. I should start a bonfire; that would give me something to do. At least the days seemed to be flying by because it was night again. Great, another miserable night to look forward to where I would be climbing the fucking walls.

  I heard a car door slam as I was getting a beer from the kitchen to go with my nightly dinner of meat and potatoes. "I wonder who the fuck that is." I didn't want any company, I knew i
t wouldn't be one of my men as they were all home with their families for a little R and R. Hopefully theirs was going better than mine. She was standing on the porch when I walked out the front door. The sight of her pleased and infuriated me in equal measure. Is she trying to get me to commit murder or some shit? I was in no way ready to see her cheating ass on my doorstep, it was going to take a long time if ever for me to be ready to even talk to her ass like she was human.

  "What are you doing here Madelyn? I thought I made myself clear, I don't want to see you right now." She was fidgeting from foot to foot and not looking at me, head bowed. I wonder what game she’s playing now? Whatever it is I wasn't in the mood for it. "Well, why are you here you traitorous bitch?" I saw her flinch at that and squelched the short flash of guilt that pierced my conscience. I had nothing to feel guilty about I wasn't the one who had semi cheated.

  "I'm pregnant..." The fuck!

  "You're what?" I felt my knees grow weak, fuck me. "Whose is it?" Another flinch followed by teary eyes. Somehow I knew that that was a bit harsh but I couldn't find it in me to care.

  "I never cheated on you Dominic..."

  "Yeah, well that’s not what the people in that bar thinks, it's not what they saw. They saw my wife in another mans arms, all close and shit, so exactly what would you call that if not cheating?"

  "It wasn't like that, it was just a silly mistake from too much drinking, but nothing happened I swear."

  "I think the only reason you're sorry is because you were found out, I think if nothing had been said you two would probably still be carrying on behind my back." The thought of it churned my stomach. I was never so pissed in my fucking life. After all this time now she tells me she's pregnant, now in the midst of this shit storm? When there was doubt? How could there not be? As much as I wanted to believe that the child was mine how was I to know?