Warning: the following excerpt from Reason to Believe contains mild abuse ...don't Saint for hitting Agent


"Slut!"

That word rumbled out of Saint's mouth like mighty thunder followed by a stinging backhand slap across her face. The brute act was so sudden that she was caught off guard nearly falling backwards onto the bed. The next slap was far worse than the first one. Luckily the music was blasting so loud no one could hear the deafening thud of her body slamming hard against the wall. She was dazed a bit but winced in silence from the pain of hurting her left wrist. As he stood towering over her, Agent tried her best to protect her baby from his abusive attack. She screamed in terror when Saint reached down and yanked the pregnant off the floor. Then he viciously tossed her onto the bed which had her landing with a hard bounce. Instantly she cowered like a frightened kitten as he stood poised to strike her battered body again.

"Look ...look at what your infidelity has made me do to you!" Saint's voice seethed harshly as his eyes glared angrily at his wife, "I don't care if that ...that thing is Blue's however your affair shall not ruin this deal for me!"

Agent was too terrified to utter a sound while laying there motionless. She would be lying if it was said that she wasn't scared of Saint ...actually it was the direct opposite. Ever since the famed news conference which broke up the band, she lived in terrifying fear of his domineering and sadistic persona. And this wasn't a publicity stunt for tabloid press either. It was meant to be taken seriously. Saint personified this well-crafted image by living the role constantly thus becoming the ultimate vampire. The adoring fans and hardcore groupies religiously worshipped it at every show. Without his money-making rock image and him, S.I.N. was nothing but an ordinary band.

"I have other guests who require your personal attention too, my dear," Saint rasped while pacing around the room. Still Agent remained speechless as he continued, "It would be devastating for your reputation if anyone knew why ...why you were neglecting them for..."

Agent automatically knew to take his words literally and seriously ...and her husband was being very serious just now. Her heart rate instantly shot up two notches on the panic meter when her eyes expressed her protests to him. That juicy tidbit would be perfect in generating his "I'm the victim here" with the tabloid papers and entertainment news. He enjoyed watching how his deception and lies destroyed lives and ruined careers of others. He was an expert at fooling the press and fans by toying with their sympathies to work in his favor and didn't care whom he was hurting in the process.

"Saint ...please ...don't..." she begged quietly out of shear panic after seeing his devious plan hatching behind the dazzling sparkle of his greyish-blue eyes. Her body trembled knowing once again her husband trapped her helplessly into a corner with no other plausible means of escape. "Please ...please ...don't ...I'm sorry..."

She held back the tears swelling in her eyes as she endured another severe slap to her face. This blow had Agent fearing that the next one could seriously harm the baby. She turned her head away when hearing Saint mumble furiously under his breath while gazing sternly. However this was merely the beginning to making her suffer though praying his anger didn't become any worse later.

"Then behave like a good wife should for her husband and not the whoring slut she wants to be, my dear Agent," his voice sharply growled in her ear making her body quiver as he leaned over to kiss her forehead. Another ploy used to get Agent to forgive him for hurting her out of anger. The kiss alone was her only reassurance that her secret was safe ...for now.


to be continued...