Page 56 of Devious Gambit

“Get down on your knees,” he ordered, grabbing a tuft of my hair.

I did as he ordered and his big ugly cock found its way to my mouth.

“Open your fucking mouth!” he demanded.

I shook my head, only to receive a blow to the side of my face. Pulsating pain radiated out of my skull, as hot tears traveled down my cheeks. Sniffing back my repulsion, I opened my mouth. As soon as he slid that thing inside, I bit down hard. He screamed out in pain, and smacked me hard across the head. Like a pitbull terrier, I refused to release my grip until he hit me again.

Opening my mouth, he pulled his cock out of me and staggered about the place in agony. Every ounce of my body longed to kill him, right then and there.

“You fucking bitch,” he seethed, stepping to the door, while holding his crotch in his left hand. “I hope you rot in prison, ‘cos that’s where you’re going once I tell police that you killed Sweeney.”

The pain in my head throbbed, yet I forced myself to stay alert. I opened the drawer, took out the large knife and held it up in a threatening manner. “Leave now!”

He stepped out onto the landing, shooting me an evil glance, “Think you’re going to kill me?”

“Rapist!” I hissed.

“Gonna dump my body in Lake Superior like Sweeney too?” he spat.

The world turned dark and the walls started closing in on me. What did he just say? I had to pull myself together and play the game. He’s only assuming his body was dumped in the lake because that’s where Sweeney’s car was found. Everything’s okay. He knew nothing.

“Leave!” I screamed at him and slowly turned and made his way down the stairs, still holding his crotch.

As soon as he was gone, I messaged Lise: We need to talk. No Tris. Just you.

Lise: I’ll see u at work.

Me: We can’t talk there. Deadwood.

Lise: Got it.

I opened my fish locket and took out the list. Adam Sweeney was crossed out, Liam Greene had to be next. In tiny writing I added -

Dirty rascal.

The King.

TWENTY TWO

Jace

“I checked her phone when she was in the bathroom.”

Cody scooped bacon and fried eggs from a frying pan onto his plate. “And?”

“A couple of texts from an anonymous number accusing her of killing Sweeney.”

He scoffed. “Yeah, right. They’ve obviously never met her.”

“When I checked the number against contacts in my phone, I found a match.”

“Don’t leave me hanging.”

“Greene.”

“That fucker.” He dunked a piece of bacon into the yolk of his eggs and stuffed it into his mouth. He didn’t seem interested. “Did you find anything else?”

“Didn’t have enough time. Although, I glanced at a couple of strange messages between her and Fontaine.”

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