Page 19 of Sinful Little Lies

Leo runs his fingers through his hair in frustration and I start to think of how I’m going to make it out of here. Surely he won’t just leave me with the choice of staying or leaving. I really do belong to him now. Now and forever.

I close my eyes and slow my breathing, hoping he doesn’t notice that I’m still conscious. He paces around the living room, mumbling to himself about what to do with me.

“Shit. You should’ve just let the bitch go, Leo,” he says to himself.

His footsteps retreat and he’s gone for only a few minutes, but it feels like hours. The sooner he leaves, the sooner I can plan my escape.

Hearing his footsteps get closer, I try not to let my body tighten. He leans over and I feel a poke in my neck.

Fuckthis shit.

I try my hardest not to react and remain relaxed, but he just fucking drugged me. How the hell am I supposed to break free now?

He scoops me up from the ground and carries me into his bedroom, placing me on his bed. Then stalks out of the door, shutting it behind him.

That wouldn’t have been the worst scenario, but a moment later, the click of the lock reverberates in my ears.

My stomach sinks at the realization that I’m stuck here. Is this kidnapping? Of course, the prick of all fucking pricks would leave me locked in his bedroom. Rolling my eyes, I pat my pockets in search of my phone. My hand grazes my back pocket.

Bingo.

Bringing the phone up to my face, the light shines in my eyes and my vision begins to fade.

Shit. I need to be quick about this. I need help and only one person comes to mind. The only one who can truly set me free.

Opening the text thread, I see our messages from the last night we spent together. I woke up in his bed, surrounded by his scent, and draped in his arms. It felt so right and every moment without him since then has been complete and total agony.

As much as I hate to admit it, I fucking need him.

My eyes begin to flutter closed, but I manage to reach him before sleep overcomes me.

Me

*Drops Location*

I'M HERE. HELP.

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GRIMM

The doorbell ringsand I rush down the stairs to answer it. Eli was already heading toward the door, but I barrel past him, knocking him in the shoulder.

“Hey fucker! Watch where you’re going, you ass,” Eli yells, but I don’t pay him any mind as I whip the door open and scan our porch.

Nothing but a black envelope sits on our doorstep. Fuck. This wasn’t what I was hoping for.

My vision was more along the lines of Verena standing on my doorstep, eager to hop into my bed and release all of our sexual frustrations on each other. But, nope. Just a fucking letter explaining our next assignment.

If it’s not Verena, at least it’s an opportunity to take out my pent-up exasperations on someone who deserves it.

Usually, Eli takes care of the planning. Emmett and Jaden initiate our takedowns and I come in for the execution. Picking up the envelope, I shut the door and walk down the hall to Eli's room and bang my fist against the wood. “Yo! Send me the details for the assignment we have tonight.”

Slipping the letter under the door, I head upstairs to get ready and ponder what lengths of barbarity I’m willing to go to tonight.

I’m downstairsin the kitchen, pouring myself a glass of whiskey, thinking about none other than V. I wonder if she’s okay, if Leo has tried something again.

But mostly, and I know it’s selfish and fucked up, I can’t stop wondering if she’s stopped to think about me.

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