All Chapters of His Name Is Kenai: Now I Own You, Little Sister: Chapter 21 - Chapter 24

SHANNON.“One night,” he said, his voice dipping into something dark and deliberate. “You give me what you owe me, and your husband gets to live like this never happened.”The words wouldn’t stop replaying in my head, poisoning every breath I took.“Don’t look at me like I’m the monster,” he murmured. “You made me this way.”I agree... I made him this way. I deserved it.But I would never cheat on my husband. That's not the kind of woman I am. I'm faithful to the core, and I won't break that faithfulness now.The moment Kenai made his offer, he picked up his phone and texted someone, and in a few seconds, the door clicked open.He had left me with choices. He wasn't even going to impose any of the choices on me.That was his game. He'll never force you, always letting you walk right into the trap yourself. But this time, he had no other trap to set, I could swear on it. What else would he do? Kill me?I wasn't going to fall into any trap set by him anymore.When I turned around and wa

SHANNON. I was a living, breathing mess. The moment I got home, I didn’t bother taking off my clothes. I went straight into the bathroom, turned on the shower, sat on the cold tile floor, and let the water hammer down on me until everything felt numb.I hugged my knees to my chest and rested my chin on them, staring at the water swirling around the drain wishing it could somehow carry my fear with it.I thought about how my entire life had turned into something unrecognizable in just four days, I was terrified of the turn it events. But I was more terrified of Kenai.When we were younger, Kenai took the fall for me more times than I could ever count.If I broke something, he said he did it.If I mouthed off to my stepfather, he’d take the blame before I could even speak.My stepfather beat the hell out of him whenever I messed up — and Kenai never, not once, let me take the blame back.He’d come into my room at night, bruised, bleeding, and barely standing, and still whisper, “It’s