Page 63 of Filthy Liar

She’shot as fuck.

“I’m not doing this, Humble,” she hisses, leaning forward.

“Doing what?” I ask, crossing my arms across my chest with a smirk on my lips.

She tilts her head back slightly so she can look into my eyes. “This,” she whispers, lifting her hand as she waves around.

“My house is for sale, and I’m leaving. I am not your property. I’m nobody's property. I don’t want any of this. I didn’t want it when I was little. I left the Southern Mafia for a reason. I don’t want it now. I’m never going to want it. I’m not their property, and I’m not yours.”

My lips twitch into a smirk. “Baby, my cock is still wet with your cum. I think it’s safe to say you’re mine.”

She shakes her head, lifting her hand as she cups my cheek. She’s trying to let me down gently, but she won’t be able to. Even if I let her walk away from me here, I’m going to be coming to her tonight and staying with her.

Dillion belongs to me.

Even if she doesn’t want to admit it yet.

CHAPTER

TWENTY-FOUR

DILLION

That went way betterthan I thought it would. Almost as if another shoe is about to drop. I don’t think this thing with Humble is done and over with yet. I just can’t imagine he would fuck me, say that I’m his, and then let me climb into my car and drive away.

And he did fuck me. Because that was not romance in any way, and yet I loved every fucking minute of it. I’m completely and totally obsessed with that man. In the darkness of the night, in the brightness of the day, this man is everything I could have imagined.

It’s just too bad he’s nothing but a filthy liar.

Which, to be honest, seems about all I’m destined to have. I’m not sure I deserve anything better, not with who I am. With what family and world I was born into.

I tried to get away from that life, but I was sucked back into it by my asshole of a brother. I’m too damn tired to care right now. I’m going to fight tooth and nail for my freedom—for my life.

With a night’s tips secured in my wallet, I unfold from my car and shuffle into my house. Setting my purse down by the front door, I flip the lock behind me before I shuffle through the house. The good news is that I’m far too exhausted to think about my traumas. I just want to pass out.

Although, in the back of my mind, I can’t help but wonder if Humble is going to try and make his way into my bedroom tonight. Maybe I should put some security measures in place to keep him from coming. By the time I shower and fall into bed alone, I realize he hasn’t, and I’m too exhausted to care about it any longer.

I’ll think about it, and him, tomorrow.

Tonight, I just need some sleep.

Tomorrow, I’ll worry about everything else.

I don’t remember actually consciously closing my eyes, but the moment my head hits the pillow, everything around me goes dark. I fall into a deep sleep where, if I dream, I remember nothing.

That is until I feel lips against my shoulder. The touch wakes me up. My entire body jumps, and my heart pounds with terror. Until that kiss slides down my arm, stopping just above my elbow, and a hand glides around my waist.

I know that hand. Even in my barely awake state, I know that hand. I turn in his arms, my eyes open, and I try to take in the man across from me. It’s too dark for me to make out his features, but I know who it is.

“Humble,” I exhale.

His fingers dance across my cheek and then slide around the back of my neck, gripping me there carefully. He watches me for a moment, and while I can’t see his face well enough to read it, I can see the whites of his eyes and the way his brows furrow.

“You ain’t going any-damn-where, baby,” he rasps.

“I can’t stay here. I can’t be with you. I need to leave.”

He shifts closer until his lips touch mine, and he stays there for a long moment, then he exhales against my mouth. Closing my eyes, I don’t bother pleading my case any longer. There’s nothing left to say. He knows how I feel, and I know how he feels. But that doesn’t change the fact I need to go.

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