Page 133 of Bonds of Obsession

“We also need to figure out exactly how this fucker is going to play his part,” Nico jerks his head toward Emmett, dragging my attention back to the conversation at hand. “We have to make it believable when he contacts Ambrose.”

“You’d better make it fucking good,” Atlas warns Emmett. “Because if Ambrose doesn’t buy it, you won’t live long enough to apologize.”

A nasty idea hits me as I watch Emmett squirm. I push off the wall and walk over to Atlas, who’s sprawled in one of the fancy chairs that came with this place. Without hesitating, I straddle his lap.

His hands come up to grip my hips as I lean down to kiss him hard. I make it dirty, letting my teeth scrape his bottom lip theway I know drives him crazy. When I pull back, his eyes are dark with heat.

“Fuck, vicious,” he growls against my mouth. “I love when you get like this.”

Nico is at my back in an instant, his big hands sliding up my sides as he presses against me. I turn my head to kiss him too, making sure Emmett gets a good view of everything.

“Marking your territory?” Nico murmurs with a hint of a laugh in his tone.

“Always,” I breathe back, and he bites my neck in response.

Killian is watching from a few feet away, and when I reach for him, he walks over and yanks me up against his chest as if I don’t weigh anything at all. His kiss is bruising, claiming. His hand fists in my hair, tugging just hard enough to sting.

“Such a good little slut for us,” he says loud enough for Emmett to hear. “Aren’t you?”

“Only for you three,” I answer, just as loud.

I can practically feel the fury radiating off Emmett. Good. Let him see exactly what he never had a chance at having. Let him see how these men worship me, how they’d die to protect me instead of selling me out like he did.

“You’re really gonna let them pass you around like that?” Emmett spits out, unable to keep quiet anymore. “These fucking murderers?”

Atlas chuckles darkly, catching my meaning as he pulls me back onto his lap. “You really are vicious,” he says, and the memory of fucking him in front of Zoey flashes through my mind. His smirk tells me he’s thinking of the same thing.

“Damn right she is,” Killian growls. “And we fucking love it.”

“Better than being a spineless, backstabbing traitor,” I tell Emmett, grinding down against Atlas just to twist the knife deeper. “At least they know what loyalty means.”

“Loyalty?” Emmett scoffs. “You burned their clubhouse to the ground.”

“And they made me pay for it,” I say, remembering those dark nights as their captive. “But they never sold me out. They sure as hell never went crying to someone else to fight their battles.”

The possessive edge in their touches makes heat curl in my belly, but I force myself to focus. We still have work to do.

“It’s time to put this plan into motion,” I tell Emmett, switching back to business mode as I reluctantly pull away from my men. “Here’s how this is gonna go down. You’re gonna tell Ambrose that I tracked you down tonight. Alone.” I emphasize the last word. “Say I was pissed about you ratting me out, and came at you half-cocked and emotional.”

“Tell him you managed to get the drop on me,” I continue. “I’ve been running on empty, not sleeping. Make it believable when you say you overpowered me.”

Emmett’s eyes dart between us. “And if he doesn’t fall for it?”

Killian’s knife appears in his hand like magic. “Then we find out how many pieces we can cut you into before you die.”

“Starting with that tongue that sold her out,” Atlas says.

Emmett swallows hard. “He’ll know it’s a trap though. He’s not fucking stupid.”

“You’d better fucking hope he buys it,” Atlas tells him. “Because if this goes sideways, we’re only going to keep you alive long enough to make you wish you were dead.”

“Okay, okay. Fuck. What exactly am I supposed to say?” Emmett asks, licking his lips nervously. “I need to get the story straight.”

“Tell him I showed up at your place,” I say. “Tell him I was screaming about how you got Atlas tortured.”

“Say she was wild and unhinged,” Nico says. “Like she wasn’t thinking straight.”

“I’m still not sure Ambrose will believe Emmett could overpower me on his own,” I sneer, mostly just to piss him off. “We might need to shore up that hole in the story.”

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