Page 119 of Filthy Liar

“And let you assholes have all the fun? I think not. Drake and Penn can monitor the cameras,” he replied and glanced at Raven. “You still coming?”

I bit my tongue, reaching for my gun off the desk and pausing when she replied.

“I might stay here. You guys can focus better if you’re not watching me.” Relief hit me, and she put her hand on my chest as she kissed me quickly. “Stay safe. Please.”

“I will. You’ll stay here with Drake and Penn?”

“And Riley,” Riley grinned as she popped up behind her. “We’ll behave until you get back. Unless you take too long.”

“You two can’t become besties. I don’t have time for that kind of headache,” I groaned, but I was grateful that they were all getting along.

“Roll out!” Knox barked, apparently in charge of whatever this was, and I gave Raven one last kiss before following the group of guys out, feeling so much better now that I’d blown my load and Raven was staying here where it was safe.

Raven

“Do you prefer to shave or wax? Oh! Do you just trim it?” Penn randomly asked me, and Riley scoffed.

“Slow down, nosey. Raven’s new at flashing her pussy at people, let alone talking about it.”

“Why do you want to know?” I asked with a scowl, keeping my eyes on the computer monitor as we watched the Thieves and Ander exit the Psychos’ building.

No Blake, as expected.

“The girls have been discussing pussy haircuts at the dinner table here, sorry,” Drake said dryly from his desk, my face heating at knowing he was listening.

“I thought it was just guys who asked weird shit. Is this what it’s like to have girlfriends?” I asked, and Penn blinked at me.

“Yes. So, what do you do? I’ve been waxing. It’s a game changer.”

“I just shave. It’s free when you steal the razor,” I grumbled, giving her the side-eye. “Some girls just trim it? I thought you had to get rid of all of it?”

Riley snorted, leaning back in her seat to watch me. “Did your boyfriends tell you that? Throw them in the trash if that’s the case.”

“No. I just thought it was a rule.”

“Trust me, you could grow it out like a full bush and they’d still shove their face in your muff and go to town,” Drake called out, glancing over with a grin.

“You don’t mind it?” I replied, making him shrug.

“I’m used to Knox’s furry nuts in my face. You think I give a shit if Penn wants to grow her bush out?”

Penn giggled, and I scrunched my nose. “You’d think I’d be used to these weird conversations after living with the guys for forever.”

“You get used to it. Especially around Penn, she has no filter,” Riley chuckled, getting to her feet. “I should head home. I’ll let you know if I hear anything, Drake.”

He gave her a thumbs up without looking at her, scanning footage in search of Blake.

I’d really hoped the mafia pricks fucked up and accidentally kept part of that footage in so this was all over, but it seemed they wanted to play mind games.

Was Blake even still alive?

Once Riley was gone, Logan appeared with an amused look on his face. “My pussy pal told me to come and teach you about how good eating furry pussy is.”

“Ugh, please don’t,” I groaned.

“Why not? You get to eat and floss at the same time,” he joked, dropping into Riley’s vacated chair and tugging me onto his lap. “Do what you want with yours, I don’t care.”

“Thanks,” I said dryly, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

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