Page 42 of Lost in Life

“Their.” She snaps, stomping her foot down on mine. I laugh, angering her further. “It’s not funny, asshole.” She growls, attempting to free herself but no match for my strength.

I wrap my other arm around her waist, pressing her body back against mine. She gasps as her ass presses against my cock. “The more you struggle, the more I enjoy it.” I whisper in her ear.

She shudders, unable to hide the effect my words have on her.

“That’s it, beautiful.” I purr, rolling my hips into her. “Can’t hide from me, my little nightmare.” She sucks in a breath as I use her own term, surprising myself by how right it feels.

Before either of them can react further, I stop my movements and drop the seductive voice. “Now if you both would calm down.” I rumble, eyeing West.

He glares at me, his arms still raised but fists clenched. A glance down at Nova shows her shooting a venomous look of her own my way.

“Okay, close enough.” Chuckling, I nod toward the couch. “Sit down, pretty boy. I have a present for you.”

He eyes me suspiciously, sliding toward the couch and slowly sinking down onto the cushions. “What is it?” He asks, his eyes darting between Nova and me.

“I found out something pretty interesting last night.” I say instead of answering his question, walking Nova toward him. “Seems that you’ve got a bit of a past.” West’s eyes widen, the color draining from his face.

Releasing Nova, I twist her around and push her to a seated position. “We’ve got a guest I think you know. Now you both be good and stay here while I go get him.” I level them both with a stern look before spinning on my heels and exiting the room.

Muffled thumping sounds from the trunk as I grow closer. Popping it open, I peer down at the man bound and gagged. “Showtime.” I chuckle, reaching in and yanking Rex out of the vehicle.

He thrashes in my hold, shouting muffled curses into the cloth in his mouth. Shaking him, I growl, “Shut up.” His struggles intensify as we grow closer to the door. Tightening my grip, I drag him up the stairs and inside, coming to a stop several feet in front of West and Nova.

The remaining color drains from West as his eyes land on my gift. “What. The. Fuck.” He whispers, dropping his arms finally and gripping the edge of the cushioned seat.

Nova looks between us, confusion on her face. “What’s going on?” She demands, a hard edge to her tone at her friend’s discomfort.

Without responding, I drag Rex along as I gather up the chair and discarded rope previously used on me. Shoving him down onto the wooden seat, I make quick work of strapping him to the chair, ensuring the knots are secure. I push myself upright, standing behind him with a hand firmly on his shoulder. West continues to stare at Rex, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

Shifting my attention to Nova, I smile. “Nova, meet Rex.” I squeeze my hand, my smile widening as Rex flinches at the force of my hold. “The man responsible for selling out West.”

Chapter 21

West

My heart beats erratically in my chest.

I’m dead. I am so fucking dead.

During the hours Zayn was gone, Nova and I did everything we could think of to try to escape, but were hit with roadblocks everywhere we turned.

It was a conflicting moment of relief and terror when we discovered the lack of reception on our phones. On the one hand, we couldn’t call for help. On the other, Rex couldn’t reach me about my missed delivery or latepayment. The one solace I had in all this crapshoot.

But now here he is.

Brought by Zayn.

All wrapped up like a fucking Christmas present. Just missing the bow.

I gulp, horrified by the sight before me.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Nova snaps, shooting up to their feet.

Zayn looks at me pointedly before turning his attention to Nova, a smug expression on his face. Crossing his arms, he kicks his foot up on the wall behind him. “Do you want to tell her or do I have to?” Zayn asks me, raising an eyebrow.

Nova screams in frustration, grabbing a pillow and chucking it at his head. “Stop with your stupid word games and stop calling me that!” Tears form in their eyes as they shake from anger.

Zayn’s eyes widen at their outburst. Raising his hands in surrender, he almost looks apologetic. “You’re really that bothered by it?”

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