Page 68 of Deadly Sins

39Mitch

WHAT THE FUCK DID THAT psychotic bitch just say?

“No fucking way you’re Mia. Are you insane? Put down the goddamn gun.”

“No, jackass. You don’t get to make demands. I’m in control now. You’re going to pay for what you fucking did to me. I know it was you, you motherfucker! I stabbed you with my fucking heel—I saw the scar the other night. I was helpless, Mitch; I was your Teammate’s woman, your other Teammate’s sister. You ruined my fucking life!”

Oh fuck. Memories of that night flooded back into my already hazy brain. She must’ve drugged me tonight, and now I was handcuffed to a railing with a gun pointed at my head.

But I wasn’t scared; nothing fucking scared me. In fact, I was impressed.

I stared at this woman, who looked nothing like the Mia I’d lusted after. This chick in front of me had fake titties, puffy lips, and a too-tight face. Mia had been gorgeous, but there had been nothing fake about her. Naturally beautiful, not like the rest of the women in San Diego. Every guy on the Team wanted to bone her, but Grant scooped her up first. On deployments, I would steal a few of the pictures she’d sent Grant, use them for my spank shots.

Had she transformed herself just to trap me?

What a fucking waste. In my life, I’d done so many shitty things—I’d cheated on my wife, I’d killed a few men, but I’d never violated a woman.

“Babe, please put down the gun.” I had to change my tone, smooth talk her, or she could kill me. In an unaltered state, I could rip the railing out of the wall and take her down, but I was too fucked up to move.

She paced around, pulling out her hair, her eyes crazy.

I remained silent, my eyes pleading for mercy.

She finally lowered the gun. Her shoulders caved, and she collapsed in the corner, tears streaming down her face.

Her chest heaved. I’d get her to calm down first, then figure out what the fuck was going on. “Listen to me. I swear to God I didn’t touch you.”

“You’re fucking lying to me! I remember. I remember you on top of me.”

I put my toe on her leg, the only part of her body I could reach since my wrists were still restrained. She flinched back. “No, you don’t. You remember waking up with me there. I was checking to see if you were okay. I was looking for April that night, and the guy saw me and bolted. I didn’t rape you, I fucking saved you. I may be an asshole, but I’m a goddamn Navy SEAL—I would never hurt you, Mia. I swear on my Budweiser.” As a SEAL sister and former girlfriend, she should know we didn’t fuck around when talking about our trident, our code.

“No, no… It was you, it had to be you. You raped me, you got me pregnant, you ruined my life!”

Pregnant? When did she have a baby? Neither Grant nor Joaquín ever mentioned that she had a kid. “Where’s the baby? Do a fucking DNA test—swab my goddamn cheek or test the glass of vodka you just poisoned me with.”

She didn’t answer me, more tears welled in her eyes.

“Look, I opened the fucking door. The room was dark and smelled like weed and vomit. Everything was hazy, and I couldn’t see anyone at first, but then I saw some jerk with a hoodie jump off the bed and sprint past me. I was going to run after the guy and fuck him up, but I wanted to make sure the girl was okay. I didn’t even have a clue it was you until I saw your face. I was about to call 911—I sure as hell wasn’t going to leave you there drugged up, so someone else could attack you. But then you fucking slammed your heel into my groin. I got the fuck out of there so I wouldn’t get arrested.”

She shook her head repeatedly. “Why the fuck were you at the party? You were all supposed to be deployed.”

“We were in country. They always fly us into an undisclosed location to detox after a mission before we’re allowed to see family. It’s called third-location decompression.”

“So Grant was in town? Joaquín too?”

“We were all in Arizona, Grant was being transferred to the hospital here. April and I got into a huge fight, she’d told me she was going to that party with you. I was so fucking pissed off, I drove straight to San Diego. But when I got there, I couldn’t find her. I went door to door, and that’s when I found you. I would never rape you or any woman. I’m not that man.”

She exhaled, her lip trembling.

“Try to remember, Mia. You just drugged me, right? I’m fucked up, but I know what’s true. What do you remember about that night?”

“I—I…I remember pain. Hand around my throat, my panties ripped off, blood between my legs…then I remember you.”

I locked eyes with her. “When I entered the room, he was pulling up his pants. You have to believe me. Look at me! I’m not lying to you.”

She remained silent. Well, that was better than her pointing a gun at my head.

“Uncuff me.”