Page 2 of Filthy Liar

“Yeah? You left out the part where Stefano is your fucking father. I highly doubt a prick like that would allow you to have a different name than him,” I said bitterly, my wrists coming free. “So, tell me your real name.”

“Fuck!” Ander shouted, waving his gun at Dante. “What the fuck did you tell her for?”

Zavier was rigid beside me, his fingers gently threading through my hair to calm me.

“Don’t even worry about it. The little whore was cheating on you, it’s why I snatched her up in the first place,” Dante said as he shot me a dirty look, not expecting Ander to throw a punch at him. “Hey! Take it out on her, not me! She was fucking that guy she apparently hates in your house!”

I got to my feet, thankful when Zavier slid an arm around me to stop me from stumbling. My head swam from the sudden movement, and I leaned on him to get my bearings.

“The guy she hates?” Zavier asked with confusion, looking down at me.

“Reid,” I answered, glaring at Dante. “It’s none of your business.”

My pants slipped more and Zavier let me go so he could fix them, Dante’s eyes narrowing on him. “Don’t get handsy, Lopez. I have no issue delivering you to my father in a box.”

“Big words for a man who just kidnapped and assaulted my fucking girlfriend,” Zavier bit out, managing to surprise Dante.

“Excuse me?”

Ander growled, shoving his gun down the back of his pants again and moving towards me. This time, Zavier blocked his view.

“Start fucking talking, Lavaro, or the only way you’ll leave here is in a fucking body bag,” Zavier demanded, confusing Dante even more when Ander took a step back.

“You’re just going to let him talk to you like that? After he just said he was fucking?—”

“I’m not the only guy she’s with,” Ander said flatly. “Although, Reid is new to the group huddle.”

“You’re a fucking cuckold? You let other men fuck your girl and disrespect you like that? Do you like watching them touch your property like a little bitch?” Dante gritted out, anger all over his face.

“She’s not property, and she was theirs first. Tell me what the fuck you did to her or I’m going to kill you, Dante,” he warned, making me chuckle.

“Who cares? You sure don’t. I never should’ve trusted you.”

“Raven, you don’t understand. I?—”

“I don’t even know who you are!” I screamed, my voice breaking. “I let you inside my fuckingbody. How could you look me in the eyes while fucking me and not feel guilty for lying to me?”

“I wasn’t lying, I really am Ander Lavaro,” he said with frustration, raking a hand through his hair. “Andre Ricci is just the name that piece of shit forced on me when he took me from my mom.”

My heart was burning in my chest, each breath painful.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” I finally asked, shame crossing his face.

“You got the real me. That other me is just the puppet of a monster. I never wanted that part of my world to touch you, and it’s something I’m trying to get away from myself. Would you have really been okay if I’d told you straight up that I’m the illegitimate son of a mafia king?” He looked at Zavier, pleading in his eyes. “Wouldyou? None of you would’ve given me a chance.”

“I’d trust an honest mafia prince before a lying one,” Zavier stated bluntly, taking one of my wrists to look at the damage.

Dante eyed us, his shoulders dropping slightly as he sighed. “I didn’t touch her. I just made it look like it as a scare tactic. She was with another guy, Ander. I thought you had no idea.”

“Look at her fucking face!” Ander growled, motioning towards me as if Dante’s eyes weren’t working.

“I had to make a point.”

“You made a point. That you’re a fucking idiot,” Ander huffed, apparently hitting a nerve by the way Dante’s eyes narrowed.

“How was I to know you were letting a bunch of guys fuck your girlfriend? All I knew was that she was yours.”

“Yes, mine. Not yours. You shouldn’t have touched her in the first place.”

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