Page 49 of Tell Me Lies

“Fine. Cassie, we’ll talk more tonight,” Breaker said. He pulled out a key from his pocket.

“Wait. We have one more matter to settle,” Rage drawled. Why did Cassie have a feeling Rage was about to pull an unpleasant surprise on her?

“Breaker, when you asked me to be your vice-president, do you remember what you said to me?” Rage asked.

Breaker’s face hardened and Cassie wondered what the hell was going on. Her father clenched both his fists by his sides. Breaker looked ready to punch Rage in the face. A moment ago, they were acting like buddies, but right now, tension coated the room like a thick film of oil.

“I said you could have anything you wanted,” Breaker eventually said.

He seemed reluctant but Cassie knew her father never went back on his word.

“Then I want her. I want your daughter,” Rage said.

Someone in the room let out a loud gasp. Otherwise, it was dead quiet in there. It felt like all the oxygen in the air disappeared and Cassie was free-falling into nothing.

“No,” Breaker said harshly. “Cassie’s not like any of your whores.”

Whores? Cassie didn’t know why envy speared through her at the mention of Rage and another woman. Women, plural, Cassie silently corrected. In the first place, why was she thinking about jealousy, when these two bastards were discussing her future?

“Never said she was. I planned on making her my old lady,” Rage said.

He stood toe-to-toe with her father. It would’ve been an impressive sight, except Rage’s words kept ringing in her ears.

They were still talking about her like she wasn’t even there. Fury filled her to the brim. Hell, they were discussing Cassie like she was cattle that could be auctioned off.

“Is that right? You’re finally going to tie the knot?” Breaker sounded more amused rather than pissed off right now and that alarmed Cassie a great deal.

Her father couldn’t possibly be agreeing to this preposterous arrangement. Could he? Hell, things like this might happen in books or movies but not in real life.

“That’s right. You used to complain to me that you wished someone with a firm hand would agree to reel in Cassie. Well, here I am,” Rage said.

“Deal. She’s your problem now,” Breaker said.

The two grinning assholes even shook on it. For a fraction of a second, Cassie’s imagination kicked in. She remembered how nice it felt, riding behind Rage as they cruised the dusty streets. How wonderful it felt, when she didn’t wake up alone in bed because he was right there next to her. His face inches from hers, lips and possessive hands on her body, and his cock—no. No way in hell was she going to marry a monster like Rage.

“No,” she whispered hoarsely. Cassie crossed her arms and glared at Rage defiantly. “I’ll marry you when Hell freezes over.”

Rage only walked up to her. Cassie stood her ground, her resolve unwavering. Then he had the nerve to pick her up, put her on his shoulder. Then he carried her out of the bar like a sack of flour.

Chapter Six

“Let me go!” she hissed at him.

Rage ignored her fists on his shoulder. A couple of guys congratulated him as Rage made his way up the stairs. They probably overheard his conversation with Breaker. Heck, Rage wouldn’t be surprised if word had spread to the entire MC by tomorrow morning.

The second floor housed each MC member’s living quarters. His room was just down the hall and what a journey it was. Cassie cursed and battered at him until all the energy was wrung from her body.

Rage kicked his door open, then dumped his future bride on his bed. She didn’t skitter away like a frightened prey animal. She stood her ground. Cassie glowered at him as he closed the door and locked it. What a sight she made. Cassie reminded him of an angry goddess and that only made Rage want her more.

“You’re pretty pleased with yourself, aren’t you?” Cassie demanded. “When did you even decide you want to marry me? What is this, a pissing contest?”

“When exactly? I don’t know. Maybe after I saved your ass from Hawk’s punks and you fought like an angry she-lion and believe me, sweetheart, it’s not a contest of any sort.”

Rage met her gaze evenly. He wanted her to know he meant every word he said to Breaker. That Rage wasn’t just going to use her, then dispose of her.

Did she think so little of him? Then again, Rage couldn’t blame her. He hadn’t exactly displayed any exemplary behavior so far, but he’d soon change that. Rage sat next to her on the bed.

“What is it then?” Cassie demanded. “Everything’s happening so fast, it’s dizzying. I still haven’t even recovered from my recent attack.”

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