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Betrayed (Forbidden #3) Page 1
Author: Melody Anne

Prologue

McKenzie flipped off her blankets with an angry shove, thrust her feet into her slippers, and blindly reached for her robe. Then she stomped through her house until she made it to the front door. The loud pounding continued unabated. It was what had woken her up and put her in such a terrible mood.

“Go away!” she shouted through the door. She didn’t give a damn who was knocking. It was two in the morning, and she wasn’t about to invite the ill-mannered person in.

“I’m not leaving until we talk!” a man shouted right back at her.

She froze, suddenly almost overcome by fear. But no. She was McKenzie Beaumont, dammit, and she didn’t frighten easily.

“I’m calling the police,” she growled.

“Fine with me. The chief is a personal friend,” he said with just enough arrogance that he might be telling the truth.

“Who are you?” she asked, her voice much less angry. Despite her bravado, the fear had returned in spades, and a shiver ran down her spine.

“Byron Knight!” he shouted back.

“Byron?” She opened the small window that would show her who was standing on her doorstep. She was shocked to see that it was Byron, Blake Knight’s brother. “What in the world are you doing on my doorstep at this time of morning?” she asked.

Then she started to panic. What if something had happened to Blake? Or to Jewell? Without thinking, she unlocked the door and thrust it open. “What’s wrong? What’s going on?”

Though she’d seen the man only a few times before, he took her open door as an invitation and walked right inside.

“What’s wrong?” she asked again.

“I have a question for you, Ms. Beaumont,” he said, and that’s when she smelled the alcohol on his breath and noticed the narrowed eyes.

She never should have opened her door. She knew Blake, but that didn’t mean she knew his brother.

“Just ask your question and then get the hell out of my house,” she said, thrusting her shoulders back as she got ready to do battle. She had been to hell and back more than once. There was no way this man was going to intimidate her.

“Just who do you think you are?” he said menacingly.

“I’m sorry, Byron, but you’re going to have to be a little bit more specific than that,” she said, placing her hands on her hips.

“You think you can mess with people’s lives and get away with it. Well, I’m here to prove you wrong.”

McKenzie stumbled back a step when he started stalking her, and then she was up against a wall with his arms caging her in.

“If you touch me, I’ll press charges,” she warned him.

“Oh, McKenzie, you will soon learn I’m not one of the timid little men you’re used to dealing with.”

And then he lowered his head to meet hers.

Chapter One

Three Months Later

McKenzie locked the front door for the last time and took a deep breath. She wasn’t a weak woman or prone to tears — not ever — and closing this door meant opening another one. But … She was still walking away from a building and a career that had changed her life.

For the better.

Most people would say that career had been immoral, had enslaved women, and catered to the whims of the worst sort of men. She had to disagree. McKenzie had been on the wrong side of a sick man’s lust once, and she’d built her business on saving women, not enslaving them.

Her deep desire to rebuild herself had consumed her for years after what her first love had done to her. It was hard to shake the trauma of that time in her life. But…no. She shook her head to clear away the horrid thoughts of her past. She wouldn’t go there, wouldn’t think of those awful days, those days when she hadn’t been able to look in a mirror for fear of what she would see looking back at her.

Everyone thought she was experienced, a woman of the world, and that’s what she wanted them to see. Cool, calm, and collected, untouched by anything. But she’d truly been to hell and back. More importantly, she was still surviving the ride she’d been on for fifteen years. And now a new chapter in her life was opening.

She’d said her goodbye’s last week, and a part of her would mourn for a long time to come, but a part of her was now free. She tried to suppress the guilt that thought brought to her, but it had been fifteen years, and it was time to let go.

“It’s been a pleasure doing business with you, McKenzie. What’s your next adventure?”

McKenzie turned to look at the real estate agent who had helped her sell the building. She was a nice woman in her early thirties, a woman who’d never had a hard day in her life. But then again, how did McKenzie know that? Just because the woman wore a pale blue suit and a small silver barrette in her hair, that didn’t mean she was as nice or as happy or as innocent as she looked. She could have a drawer — or a toybox — full of whips and chains in her apartment, and her fantasies could be of tying men up like dogs and making them bark.

Everyone had secrets. It was only a matter of time before others discovered them.

“With the profit I’ve made from this sale, I’ll be able to complete setting up the accounting firm I’ve been wanting to open for the past three years, since I finished my degree,” McKenzie replied.

Shirley laughed. “Accounting, huh? I wouldn’t have taken you for the type to sit behind a desk and pore over numbers all day long. As busy as you always are, how did you manage to complete a degree?”

Nosy woman, McKenzie thought, but that’s not what she said. “I started by taking night classes, then when my work here was more busy in the evening, I took classes at the community college in the day. It took some extra time, but I discovered I have a real knack for numbers.”

“Well, I say that you’re far too beautiful to hide in a windowless room,” the agent said with another laugh.

“Ah, but looks can be deceiving,” McKenzie told her with a wink. “And trust me, I will have plenty of windows. I like the freedom of opening them and feeling a breeze, even in this rainy area.” She handed the woman the keys and turned to lead them both to the parking area behind the building.

“Yes, looks aren’t always what they appear,” Shirley said.

That laugh again. It was delicate but oddly pointed. McKenzie began to think she might be right about Shirley. Not so innocent at all.

The two women made it to their cars, shook hands, and parted ways. As McKenzie drove off, she knew she wouldn’t have contact with Shirley again. She wasn’t a girl-bonding kind of gal. As a matter of fact, the only woman she’d become close to since she was a teenager was Jewell Weston. Or Jewell Knight, to use her new name.

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