Page 41 of Filthy Liar

CHAPTER

SIXTEEN

CLINK

Sitting straight up,I cry out in pain like a little bitch. I’m not sure what woke me, but when I look to the side, I notice that whatever it is hasn’t woken King. He’s fucking snoring beside me.

Then I hear a loud banging on the door and realize it must be what woke me. Standing from the bed, I growl as the pain consumes me. I’m behind on my pain meds. I fucking need that shit because this hurts more than anything else I’ve ever had happen to me.

Moving toward the door, I gnash my teeth as I make my way toward it. I don’t bother looking through the peephole. If it's someone who wants to kill me, they can have me. Put me out of my goddamn misery right now. Right fucking now.

But the person standing on the other side of the door isn’t going to do that. In fact, she’s got tears in her eyes as she looks up at me.

“Vix, what the fuck?” I grind out, stepping to the side.

She waltzes into our room, although King doesn’t even flinch at the noises we’re making. He must have taken his meds before he went to sleep, unlike me. She stops a few feet away from me. Then she spins around.

“What the fuck is right,” she grinds out. “You’re sending my sister to strip?”

I almost laugh. Almost. And I might have if I didn’t know it would send me to my goddamn knees. Crossing my arms over my chest, I tip my chin slightly and look down at her for a moment before I respond.

“I am sending her to Nash. She’ll be safer there than anywhere else. His rules are his. I cannot help you there.”

Vixen presses her lips together in a straight line. “Fuck you, Clink. I didn’t try to get her saved to throw her to the wolves like that.”

Shaking my head, I clear my throat and take a step toward her. “You are fucking lucky. Your sister is fucking lucky. She should have no problem showing her gratitude by dancing naked for a free place to live, food, and safety.”

“Fuck you, Clink. Fuck all of you.”

My lips twitch into a smirk. “You already have, babe. And none of us here want to dip into that pool again.”

It’s petty. I know it is, but I can’t help myself. She’s pissing me off. We’re doing her a goddamn favor, and she has the balls to bitch about it?

Fuck her.

“I don’t want this anymore,” she says on a whisper.

I almost laugh in her face. “Now you don’t want this anymore? After three of us got stabbed saving your ass? Are you fucking kidding right now? You should be on your knees begging to suck our dicks.”

She shakes her head, pinching her eyes closed. I know I’m being a dick, but I can’t back down now. I have to ride thatfucking asshole train until this argument is done. King’s bed rustles, but I don’t look away from Vixen. I’m focused on her and her bullshit.

I’m ready for a fight.

“You’re an asshole, Clink. My sister is not me. She is going to make something of herself. I’m saving her.”

“No,” I say because I’ve finally figured out why she’s so insistent on us saving her sister. “This has absolutely nothing to do with your sister. This is your attempt at saving yourself. You’ve been part of the club since you were a teenager, and you don’t want that for your sister, but she was doing the same thing, just a different way.”

It’s Vixen’s turn to cross her arms over her chest. She glares at me, but I know my assessment is correct.

“Yeah,” she says. “I didn’t want my sister being a whore. Is that so bad? I didn’t want her spreading her legs because a man tells her it’s his right. That she’s bought and paid for. You know all about that, don’t you?”

I know who and what she’s referring to, but I decide to ignore most of her words. “You gave your body to this club for food, a house, and safety. We’ve held to our end of the bargain. Yours was only to fuck and be fucked. It’s a small price to pay for the rewards you’ve reaped. Your sister wanted security, just like you.”

Vixen marches toward me, placing her palm on my chest once, then does it again and again. Hitting me harder and harder. I hear King’s voice in the background, but I ignore him. My focus is on this angry woman.

“You ain’t mad at me or at the club, Vix. You’re mad at yourself.”

“She was going to give them all of her, every piece of herself, and she wouldn’t have been able to walk away. Not ever.”

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