Page 51 of Filthy Liar

His words, his tone, they send a chill down my spine. There’s nothing I can say in response. If I tell him no, that’s a challenge. If I say anything, it’s a challenge, so I stay completely quiet and stare up at him.

“But not yet,” he continues when I don’t respond.

I watch in horrified silence as he crouches down in front of me, his blue eyes twinkling with what I can only guess is delight. This man thinks he’s scaring the shit out of me, and he is, but not for the reasons he thinks.

I’m terrified that Humble will never find me, and in the same thought, I’m worried that when he does, he won’t want me anymore. I was perfectly content with running away and living with my memories. But this feels so much different than that.

This is forced on me.

And whatever is going to happen to me here will be forced on me.

Some things you never come back from.

“First, we’re going to use you as bait. Then Conrad is going to do whatever the fuck it is he has in his mind that he wants to do with you. Then it’s my turn. Although I don’t know what he has planned, it can’t be that bad because he said you would be in perfect working order when I got you.”

I almost laugh in his face, and if I weren't trembling like a damn fool, I might do just that. But I don’t. Instead, I clear my throat and close my eyes slowly before I reopen them. When I do, my focus is on him and only him. Those blue eyes bore into me as if they can see all of me. That is just as scary as the words he’s saying.

“Sounds like a pretty bum deal,” I say. He arches a brow but doesn’t respond, so I continue. “I’m not anything special. I hold no value, no power. I’m nothing.”

His lips curve up into a grin. “Now, that’s where you’re wrong. Conrad wants you because he thinks he has a claim to you and doesn’t want anyone else to have you until he’s had his fill.”

“But?”

“But I want you because I want to fuck over the Dark Horse MC. You’re Clink’s woman. Not just his woman but his actual fucking property, and that’s goddamn amazing. I’m fucking you and fucking them at the same time. It’s fucking fantastic.”

I have no words to say in response. Not a single one. These two men are going to make a point to use my body in order to get back at my family, who are all dead. And Humble. Humble, who doesn’t really know me or love me—he just thinks he owns me.

God.

It would be better if they just finished me off completely. I hold no purpose. I don’t have a career, zero real education. I have nothing to contribute to society at all. So basically, these men are going to abuse the only part of me that holds any value—my vagina.

I hope they kill me when they’re done.

I don’t think I'll want to live.

CHAPTER

TWENTY

CLINK

The SUV pullsinto the clubhouse parking lot, the tires crunching as they roll down the driveway, and then it stops at the same time my phone rings. I’m almost surprised that the little rectangle box makes a fucking noise, and I jump slightly, moaning when I do.

The drive from Knoxville to Pineville took almost five hours longer than it should have. We are shit patients and had to stop more times than we ever would have had we been on our bikes or not in fucking pain the whole time.

But it is what it is. We don’t have a goddamn choice at this point. And now we’re here. Looking down at the device, I am not surprised to see that my contact is already getting back to me.

“Maddison,” I grind out.

I’m honestly not sure I want to know where she is. Not because I think there is anything that could happen that would change the way I feel about her, but more that I’m not going to be able to control myself and what I’ll do to get her back.

“Her credit cards haven’t been used, but that didn’t surprise me. However, when I hacked into the doorbell camera from the house across the street, I got nothing. I checked Sal’s Bar’s outside cameras, and I watched her being carried away from her car. And she did not look conscious.”

I chuckle at the part where he hacked the fucking cameras… every fucking where. Then in the next breath, rage fills my entire body at the thought of her being unconscious and carried out from a fucking public space. She should be safe just simply because she’s mine, but also, a very well-lit parking lot should also be a place where she can walk to and from her goddamn car.

“So, what are you telling me?” I demand.

He laughs uncomfortably. “He put her in a car, and I got the plates.”

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