Page 50 of Deadly Little Games

Stepping out into a dark alleyway, I yell out to the guy running away. “Stop, please!”

He glances over his shoulder, a pained look in his eyes. The door behind me slams shut, and I whirl around. Gage has his gun raised and pointed toward the guy. When I look back, there is no sign of my informant. Fucking hell.

I turn to go back inside and come face to face with Gage, Lucas, and Hazen. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” I spit out, glaring at Gage.

He lowers his gun, nodding toward Hazen, who takes off after the guy.

“Leave him alone,” I yell after Hazen, but he doesn’t stop, ignoring me completely.

“What did he tell you?” Gage snaps, crossing his arms over his chest, his muscles bunching and shifting under his white shirt. Damn it. Can’t get distracted.

I frown. “What are you hiding from me?”

A gust of wind sweeps down the alleyway, sending shivers down my spine and goosebumps across my skin. Lucas shrugs off his suit jacket, moves toward me, andplaces it over my shoulders before pressing a kiss against my forehead.

“Let’s go home, little thorn,” he says, wrapping me under his arm. I shake him off, stepping forward until I’m right in Gage’s face.

“Tell me!”

“Ain’t nothing to tell,” Gage says, glaring.

“And you’re a fucking liar,” I throw back, barging past him toward the club’s back door.

I’ve lost my sole lead, and they completely messed it up. I was starting to trust them, building something that I didn’t quite understand myself, and now that’s all gone up in flames. It pisses me off that they know more than me. He’s my brother. How could they keep information from me? Because they are The Brotherhood and that will always come first for them. I was foolish to think I could compete with that.

“Freya, wait,” Lucas yells, but I flip them both off, then drop his jacket to the ground before opening the emergency exit door and slamming it in their faces.

I find Amirah at the bar, chatting with a couple of older guys.

“You okay?” she asks, pulling me next to her, between her and one of the guys.

“No, your brother is an asshole, and he ruined my only lead.”

She rolls her eyes. “Tell me something I don’t already know.”

She hands me a shot, and I quickly gulp it down, feeling the warmth spread through my body. With a grin, she hands me one after another, causing my head to spin. I sense my trio of stalkers’ gazes upon me and a chill runs down my spine, but I choose to ignore it—and them.

Amirah grabs my hand, and we navigate through the crowd and onto the dance floor. Moving my body to the beat of the music, I give myself a few minutes to unwind and forget about the chaos around me.

The heat of a body presses against my back as hands roam freely around my waist, and I give in. The stranger spins me, gripping the back of my neck, and without hesitation, I kiss him. His sloppy kisses have no effect on me, so I quickly pull away, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. Oblivious, he moves closer and yells in my ear.

“Want to take this to the backseat of my car?”

A laugh escapes me as I shake my head. With a frown, he tightly grasps my arm, causing excruciating pain as I struggle to escape, but his grip is too powerful.

“Listen here, gutter slut. If I ask you to drop to your knees and suck my cock, you will. Now come with me.”

With each forceful tug, he guides me through the sea of people, my anxiety intensifying as Amirah disappears from sigh. Fuck. No one stops him, and before I know it, we are out the front of the club. Moving back into the alleyway, he tightens his grip on me. With a strong push, he pins me against the building, the impact reverberating through my body as my back slams into the hard surface.

“Get down on your fucking knees, slut.”

I remain frozen in place as he pushes me forcefully to the ground. The gravel bites into my knees, sending a jolt of pain through me. He lowers his pants, revealing his small, limp dick.

“Suck.”

He grips my hair, forcing me forward, his cock hitting me in the face. I hold back the urge to vomit all over him. Oh shit, I can’t. I empty everything I’ve drunk tonight all over his cock. He curses and laughter bubbles up fromdeep within me. His hand tightens around my throat, cutting off my air supply and leaving me gasping for breath.

A gunshot rings through the night, the grip disappears, and his body falls on top of me, knocking me onto my back. I scream. Blood covers my skin, and his lifeless, open eyes stare into mine. I continue screaming until his weight is lifted off me and then a pair of black shoes appears in my line of sight.

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