Page 27 of Nest Of Lies

“What are you doing here?”

I blink and look past him, going so far as to step onto the porch and check.

“Fuck me!” he says and looks me up and down. I’m back in my pretty dress again.

His words draw my attention back to him, and I forget about my date. The heat he’s looking at me with could set water on fire. I hum softly and study the small scar on his chin while I fight to get control of my faculties.

He walks into me, placing his hands on my hips and smoothing his hands up my body. I press against his shoulders as I moan, helpless. I look like a cat, arching into his caress.

“Fucking hot,” he breathes in my ear.

“Valen,” I moan, I pant, I attempt to pull myself together. “What are you doing here?”

“Oh, I came to say hello.”

“You did?”

“I did.” He slides his hands down over my ass and squeezes my cheeks, pulling a squeak from me as I tumble into his chest.

“There, that’s where you belong,” he murmurs in satisfaction. He slaps a kiss to my forehead, and then lets go, stepping back.

I’m dizzy and confused, and my ass has scalding handprints where I can still feel his grip tingling.

But he’s leaving, and my heart’s screaming no. So, when he turns away, I follow him. Soundlessly padding down my stairs and keeping just out of sight. It becomes evident in seconds that he is not going back to his mansion. He’s walking around the back of mine.

I follow and turn the corner. Through a space in the trees, I see Ranger pacing angrily. He glares at the ground and then snarls something. Valen appears, then Ianto, and finally, Mills.

What are they doing here, and why are they not coming to speak to me? What is this? My confusion just increases as I move unseen towards them.

I edge closer, and my eyes widen when I see my date, if his profile is correct, hogtied on the grass.

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING TO MY DATE?”

My furious shout is louder than even I can imagine. Valen snorts a laugh. Mills puts a hand on his face and groans. Ianto simply stares at me. My ears still ring, and my temper hits a new high.

“We’re making him disappear,” Ranger says happily.

I blanch.

My date’s eyes widen, and he starts pleading through his gag. He is quite attractive in a good boy kind of way. Too bad I’m not attracted to that.

No, I reserve all my stupidity for the happily tatted up, leather-wearing meat heads smiling in front of me.

I glare at Ranger, and then open my mouth. A tirade of fury pours from me. They listen in silence. Still, I unleash everything on them, my fury cleansing me and leaving me acknowledging that most of what’s wrong with me is that I’m hurt.

I stop for air, I’m trembling and so cross I could scream.

“What’s going on here?”

I turn and spot Zaden approaching with a frown. I don’t even properly check him out like I usually would. “As if you don’t know.”

He looks at the guys and then down at my date, then back up at the guys. “Really?”

“He’s not good enough for her,” Mills growls. “Look at this cowardly little worm.”

“And the other ones?” I snap.

“Others?” Zaden growls. He glares at one after the other. His pack glare back defiantly. “What others?”

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