The Dividing Line: ABSOLUTION #COMPLETED (Book 3)

40 ѱ DECEPTION (BWWM)

FRIEND OR FOE

The onslaught caught Berg off guard. Therefore, he had no idea where he'd been taken as the men wreaked havoc in their efforts to extinguish his life. Because his people understood he was uncommonly strong from years of combat training, with that reasoning in mind, no one had ever emboldened themselves enough to challenge Berg or his command. Until now.

Broken skin gaped open allowing a stream of blood to drip from the gash on his head down to his face. The same blood pooled briefly on his cheek where multicolored bruises littered his skin. Luckily for him, the beatings came to an end, giving him the chance to focus on the steps he should take to secure his survival.

It wasn't until the black figure, standing away from the group of men, came into view that the scene began to unfold. It was then that he understood why the bonds affixed around his legs and upper torso offered him no hope for escape.

"You are one selfish motherfucker. How could you betray your family this way?" The grief in the familiar voice was so thick it filled the room smothering its occupants with the weight of her words.

She placed one foot in front of the other in a controlled, repetitious nature as if her life would cease should she make one misstep. Daggers aimed at him conveyed that he was no longer welcome. In her eyes, he identified enough hate to end the lives of a thousand men, and she aimed every bit of he resentment at the enemy right in front of her. The very nature of their meeting and her words laced reminded him of the many times over the years that she'd previously hurled icy accusations at him. Berg managed to skillfully deflect all attempts to oust him for his secrets, but his current state of detention convinced him that his deflections were moot, at this point. As she stalked around his bound form, Berg new his words would never dissuade her suspicions again.

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The briefing she had received upon her arrival dissolved as her eyes took him in. She had given him her life, and in return, he treated her like a piece of tissue he would gladly use to wipe his dirty ass on whenever he felt like it.

Every time he disappeared, she trusted that he was taking care of business to foster the strength and survival of their kind.

For many years, she was unaware of his hidden activities. The information she had acquired assured her that he had never truly been concerned with the survival of those who looked up to him and followed his lead. She was furious to learn that the only thing he was concerned about was hiding his soldier.

The sight of him deleted every meticulously choreographed syllable she had rehearsed as she made her way to the shack. When finally confronted with the miserable asshole responsible for all the pain she had recently suffered, the woman who once held him in the highest regard accepted that their bond was forever destroyed.

Though she never truly loved him, she adored the figurehead that he was in her life. She had grown to feel a certain type of love for him over the years, but it wasn't the same as a deep, profound romantic love enjoyed by others. No. What she felt was akin to a specific kind of respect.

She respected his ideas about white people and how they were to lead and rule over others. And yes, she adored the attention they shared as a power couple. But now, of course, she saw him as a good-looking adulterer. He lost his value in her eyes because as far as she was concerned, Igor Berg was tainted.

How she would find someone to take his place was a huge problem she was desperate to solve.

In truth, when she first met Igor, Kara needed someone to take care of her and the child she already suspected she was carrying. There was no doubt in her mind what would've happened had she shown up to her family home pregnant and unwed. The community would have branded her a loose woman and promptly exiled her, so she did what she needed to do.