Page 114 of The Truths that Deceive

“I work with powerful people. I can do that.”

“Like I have a choice, which is why I choose to be naïve and pretend to believe you.”

“It’s the truth. Stay here, I’ll be back.”

And I lean in over the computer and kiss her hard.

It’s another lie. I kiss her like it’s not a last kiss but a prelude when we both know exactly what it is.

I head for the door and as it closes, I hear her voice behind me, and I think it actually breaks my heart.

“Where would I go, Smith? I’ve got nothing at all now.”

Fuck.

“What the hellare you doing here?”

Johnny’s good, a CIA veteran, but he’s not me, and thesurprise blows apart his cover in little ways he doesn’t even notice.

I hold up the thumb drive from Calista just out of his reach. Not that he goes for it.

I sit down in the desk chair and nod at the group of men with the girls we hired on the screens behind him.

Johnny’s brown hair is mussed and he looks seedy, like he hasn’t slept in a week. I suspect only part of that is the act for his job at hand.

“Sit.”

He does, and he looks around briefly, maybe for our little Calista, to see if she’s hiding, but he then focuses for a few seconds on the screen.

Finally, he looks back at me.

“The only one who’s missing back there is Eric Brown.” I point at the screen. “But his boss, the not-so-good CIA agent turned Senator Riley, is having a great time.”

The man on screen is balls deep in the ass of a twenty-two-year-old seasoned veteran, a girl we rescued who liked the money and dick as long as that dick paid her.

And the beauty of the young girl is she’s also a vengeful creature. She’ll fuck and then let us knife someone to death if they trade in girls.

I don’t think her moans are fake, though. I think she actually likes the senator.

I’ve got my eye on one guy in particular, a rich asshole tugging his small cock as he watches two girls dressed as schoolgirls make out and finger each other. He’s a Collector. One who showed up on the intel Calista found. One who didn’t make the island party that my daughter was lured to, but who I found out wanted to destroy Dakota once he got his hands on her.

Regrettably, I’m not going to get to cut the tiny-dicked man’s cock off slice by slice.

Orion’s in the wings.

Waiting.

And I’m just happy they’ll finally be taken out.

None of them touched Calista. So I’m okay with others killing them.

“Good or not-so-good’s sometimes about perspective,” the man says.

I shift my gaze to Johnny.

“I’m guessing you’ve worked out I’m not who I said I was, Johnny CIA.”

The guy says nothing.

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