Page 42 of Filthy Liar

The rustling in King’s bed grows louder. Then I watch as he stands and shuffles toward us. He stops to the side of us, wraps his fingers around Vixen’s wrists, and tugs them off my body. I don’t need him to rescue me, but I’m in so much pain right now that I'm thankful he has.

“When we get together, you need to talk with your sister,” King murmurs. “If she wants to give herself to someone, that’s on her. And you need to respect her decisions. We’re sticking our dicks out for you, for this, and it will be the last fucking time.”

Vixen’s eyes water. Fuck me, but I do not do crying bitches. I look down at her, unsure of how to respond. Thankfully, she doesn’t try to hug me or some shit. Instead, she takes another step backward.

“I can’t do this anymore. I just can’t.”

She brushes past me, walks out of the hotel room, and goes God knows where. Swinging my attention to King, I stare at him, my eyes no doubt as wide as saucers. He wraps his fingers around the back of his neck, rubbing for a moment before his gaze flicks to mine.

“Well, whatever the fuck that shit was, let’s get some sleep and deal with it tomorrow. I already had to deal with Shawn crying her eyes out. I can’t handle some bitch I’m not in love with.”

Chuckling, I press my hand to my side as I moan in pain. Instead of going straight to bed, I reach for the pain pills first. King is right. Whatever that shit was, we’ll deal with it in the morning.

We’ll deal with everything in the morning.

DILLION

My body is flying,or maybe it's floating. I’m not sure. But what I am sure of is that this is most definitely a dream because I’m tied to a bed. I don’t want to open my eyes and come back to reality, so I decide to just float.

“Time to wake up,” a deep voice rasps, waking me from my floaty dream state.

My entire body rejects that demand, but at the same time, my eyes pop open. The man standing in front of me is one who I know well. Very well. So well that I know what his body feels like naked against my own.

The only man I have ever slept with aside from Humble.

“Conrad,” I whisper.

It’s not a sexy whisper because there is nothing sexy about this man. I don’t know what to say, what to do. I just stare at him for a long, silent moment, then I look to the side and realize that not only am I not in that room any longer, but I’m also not tied down to a bed.

“What the hell is happening?” I ask, swinging my attention back to Conrad.

He is smiling. Clearly, he is loving all of this. And he would. Because that’s who he is. He absolutely loves to surprise someone, but not in a fun way. He likes to shock them, make them feel unsure and unstable. He loves to see people fumble and fall.

Conrad is an asshole.

I regret ever letting him touch me. But I wanted my virginity gone, and I’m pretty sure there was some kind of back door deal with him that my grandfather, father, or brother set up. I never asked. Honestly, I didn’t want to know. I wanted to lose that pesky thing and move on.

Now that I’m in this situation, looking at him sitting just a few feet away from me, I wish I’d never done it.

“You don’t seem happy to see me, sweetheart,” he murmurs.

I almost,almostlaugh in his face, but I decide against it. “There are quite a few things I’m not happy about. Seeing you is just one of them.”

My words come out sharp, and I know I’m completely full of attitude, but I don’t think I care. He kidnapped me. Kid-napped me. He doesn’t deserve kindness, respect, or a tone that’s anything less than snarky.

“Were you mistreated in any way, Dillion?” he asks, his eyes narrowing to slits when he does.

I roll my eyes to the ceiling, then lower them to look directly across at him. “You’re kidding, right? I was kidnapped, Conrad. Am I supposed to be happy about that?”

“But you weren’t mistreated. Sure, you were tied down, but that was for your own protection.”

I almost laugh in his face, but I decide against it. “What is this about?” I ask with a heavy sigh.

His lips slowly curve up into a smile that consumes his entire face. “There are only two things it could be about, sweetheart. Money and sex. This is about both.”

I don’t respond to his words. I don’t give a shit about them. I want away from here and still don’t see how any of this involves me. I don’t have any real money, and I’m not having sex with him… ever again.

The only person I’m having sex with, apparently, is Humble. Something that I just found out recently. I’m not sure if it was today or yesterday. I don’t know how long I’ve been kept here. I know I’m dehydrated and hungry, but past that, I have no clue how long it’s really been.

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