His Word...Destiny ~ Book Three in the Trusted Saga ~ (excerpt)

His Word...Destiny

Book Three in the Trusted Saga

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EXCERPT ...

“You didn’t know you were being filmed, did you, Angelica?” Holy fuck. I suddenly felt numb all over, like I’d been hit by a truck. His penetrating gaze demanded an answer from me, but I couldn’t find my voice, so I shook my head, while my eyes stretched wide open in bewilderment. How the fuck does he know about the film? “I didn’t think so---when did you find out about the movies?” Movies? Plural---Jesus Christ---there’s more than one? I felt sick to my stomach, but I lifted my glass up with a shaking hand to my lips, and took a long healthy gulp of the Jacks.

“My eighteenth birthday,” I finally whispered despondently. I saw the furious clenching of his jaw at my quiet answer.

“You were seventeen when you were filmed?”

I knew the icy anger I heard in his tight voice wasn’t directed at me, but I still shrunk back in fear from his unwavering gaze. His question seemed to be forced---like he guessed what the answer was going to be, but didn’t want to hear me confirming it in any way.

I just nodded.

He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his bent knees, and clasped his hands together, lacing his fingers around the pile of photographs still in his hand, curling the images up into the shape of a cylinder. The sides of his jaw flexed, like he was grinding his teeth in an effort to contain his building fury. It wasn’t until I heard Chase utter an expletive, that I remembered Levi and I weren’t alone in our discussion.

“What fucking movies are you talking about?” he queried angrily. His normally laid-back country tone dripped with confused suspicion. I closed my eyes, and silently wished I was on a beach somewhere, and didn’t have to have the gut-wrenching conversation that was about to take place. I had purposefully kept a lot of what took place during my relationship with Nathan from Chase. Toni was the one who tried to delicately, tactfully, and diplomatically, answer him.

“That fucking asshole drugged her, and filmed people doing unspeakable things to her.” Now Chase was looking as infuriated as Levi.

“What things?” he asked tightly. Toni glanced over at me, biting nervously on her lower lip, unsure whether or not she should elaborate on my behalf. Toni, just like Elaine, knew almost everything---but there was thing I’ve never told either of them. And that will remain my secret.

Chase moved forward on his arm chair, precariously perched on the edge of the seat, waiting patiently for someone to answer his question, while he balanced his elbows on his knees, and nursed his drink between both hands. I closed my eyes, while I drew in a deep breath, and slowly exhaled, before I opened them, and focused on Chase. There was no easy way to tell him what my role in the film I saw was.

“I was apparently used as some sort of fuck toy,” I said quietly. I thought Chase’s head was going to explode. He turned all red, and angry, and started to rise up out of his seat.

“Motherfucking son of a bitch----are you talking about a porno? Is that what sort of film you’re talking about---he made a fucking porno with you?”

Chase was so upset, he started pacing across the room, and raised his voice at me. I craned my neck to look up at him, but before I could say anything at all, Levi interjected.

“Anderson---I fully understand your fury---believe me---but using an accusatory tone toward Angelica is not warranted. None of what happened to her, is her fault.” Chase stopped his pacing long enough to digest what Levi said, and ruefully lifted one hand up, raking his fingers through his blonde locks, while he sighed heavily.

No-one, not even me, corrected Chase’s assumptions regarding the content of the movie. His conclusion was more palatable than the truth.

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