Page 85 of Nest Of Lies

“I know it’s scary, Lia. I know you think you’re all alone, but we’re not going to let you go through this without us.”

I turn my head and raise my arms to hold his.

“Whatever you want, Lia, we’ll get it for you.”

I close my eyes. “I just don’t want to be alone anymore. It’s silly, but I just don’t want you to leave me.”

“You’ll never have to be alone again,” Valen vows. His arms tighten even more, holding me so close I feel like we’ve become one person.

“How did you meet Mills?” I rasp out, needing a distraction from the sentimental feelings that are going to have me lying face down on the bed, sobbing.

Valen picks me up and walks back to the bed. He lays down and lets me go. I roll off him but turn so we’re facing each other. He tangles our legs together. It’s so intimate. I don’t think I’ve ever done thiswith anyone.

“Mills came to the club when he was about twenty. He was wicked smart and was to do some odd jobs for Zion. He pledged in and fell in with us. I can’t even remember how it happened. We just met, and he was one of us.”

“Sounds like a fairy tale.”

Valen leans in, pressing his lips to mine. “Does that mean you’re our happy ending?”

I stare at him, arrested, confused, and melting into pieces. I’m his happy ending?

“No, you’re mine,” I whisper honestly.

Valen stills and sits up, peering at me. “Lia!” He’s so full of wonder.

I take a breath and make a decision.

Chapter thirty-one

Valen

“If you all livedhere on and off, why didn’t I see you before?” she grumbles after the silence stretches, avoiding my eyes so adorably well.

“Well, we didn’t live here. We visited here. But we had a shitty little house on the other side of town. This was Zion’s house. He just hated it here, said there were terrible memories. Also, those shrubs were cut down only a few months before we moved in.”

“Oh.”

“Oh.”

Lia is silent, staring at me intently.

“What are you so worried about, Lia?”

She licks her lips and glances away from me. “Valen.”

Lia pauses, she puffs out her cheeks, glances everywhere but at me before finally focusing on me.

“I want you to fuck me.”

My brain short-circuits. “During the heat-”

“No, I want you to do it now.”

“One of the others-”

Her face falls, and she rolls away from me. Frustration surges through me, and I react without thinking. I get up, leaning over her, trapping her so she can’t escape. Now she’s on all fours, her ass to my groin. I’m leaning over her back, breathing into her ear. She stills, her body trembling, frozen like prey, trapped and happy to be.

“Stop,” I growl. “Talk to me.”

---