Descent (Black Heart Romance presents Heaven & Hell)

stand up for this part.
She eyes my hand warily, then decides to get up on her own rather than accept my help.
Such a brat. I’m going to enjoy punishing her tonight.
Anticipation and pleasure mingle together at the knowledge that she’s mine now, she’s here, and I
can have her anytime I want starting tonight. Everything will be better now. I should have just done
this from the start.
I open the folder which is labeled, “Charity.”
“Remember the night we met at Purgatory?”
Frowning as her gaze rakes over the contents, she says sourly, “How could I forget?”
“Your friend Charity had quite a bit to drink that night.” I lift the top page filled with printed out
text messages she doesn’t have time to read so she can see a timestamped photo showing that while
Hallie was at home in bed recovering from the pussy pounding I gave her, Charity was back at the
club leaving with the bartender. I pull back another page of them outside his apartment, liplocked with
their hands all over each other. The last one is a much lighter black and white photo that shows her
leaving his apartment early the next morning—her wedding day, to be more precise.
“Now, I don’t have pictures of them in the act, but I believe these provide a pretty adequate
sketch of what happened that night, and the text messages on the first page fill in the gaps.”
Hallie sinks back a step, stunned.
“I’m guessing your friend’s new husband wouldn’t be thrilled to find out she fucked someone
else the night before they got married.”
She brings a hand to her forehead, reeling. “That can’t possibly be… There’s no way…”
“She did.” I flip to the very back of the folder where a thumb drive is taped down. “For a
nominal fee, the bartender was even kind enough to describe their night together in explicit detail.
That’s all right here.” I close the folder. “Now, should it ever cross your mind to tell on me or appeal
to someone for help in one of the rare moments I allow you out into the world on your own, Arson has
a duplicate of this file and orders to deliver it to Tyler should things here go awry.”
Hallie shakes her head, looking a little lost. I don’t get the impression it’s from the words I’ve
just said, though. She’s reeling from the information I’ve dropped on her regarding her friend’s
fidelity. “But she loves him.”
“She was drunk. It was probably a mistake. One that would likely end her marriage, though,
so…”
She swallows and crosses her arms over her chest in an unconscious gesture of self-comfort.
“How long?”
“How long?” I repeat, unsure of her question.