Page 115 of Tangled Lies
“Something tells me you just realized this is game over, didn’t you, sweetheart?” Jett asked Carrow.
“Margaux, give us a list of those that have hurt you today,” I said.
Knox flipped a much larger knife in his hand, skilled enough to not cut himself, but even if he had, I swear the bastard liked the pain.
“Yeah, angel. Wedding presents like this? It’s the opportunity of a lifetime,” Knox said.
Talon stood by the door.
“Text me as she names them off, and I’ll make sure they make it in here.”
He stepped out the door, whistling as he went back down the hall.
“My uncle.”
“Mr. Thorne.”
“Angelino Barone.”
“Oh, Miss Schmidt, my dear, dear nanny.”
Carrow seemed to relax even as he watched her crouch down in front of him. She ran her finger down the bridge of his nose and then flicked the tip of it with her finger.
“I think I have one more name. Can you guess who that is, ex?”
The fucker actually whimpered.
“That’s right. You. Carrow Thorne.”
I grabbed my phone and started to text Talon. Barone would know who Talon was, but none of the others would, and even with that, my father thought he couldn’t be touched.
“Move Carrow to the bathroom, just until we get everyone else seated. Also, Knox, contact our guy about cameras,” I said.
“Pretty girl, do my dick a solid and put on that ugly-ass dress the Thornes picked for you. Maybe we shouldn’t have been so worried. With taste like that, I don’t think he can get it up,” Jett said.
Carrow grunted in pain as Jett grabbed him by the shoulders.
“Come on, limp dick. You don’t want the party to be ruined just yet, do you?”
Carrow’s face had grown pale, and the blood soaking his shirt might have been half the reason.
“If I follow you, you won’t kill me?” Carrow asked.
Margaux was already shimmying her ass into the dress that I suddenly agreed with Jett on. It was ugly and not our girl at all.
“What do you think, Margaux? Are we sparing this good little old floppy dick if he goes peacefully?” Jett asked.
She paused, her arms struggling to reach the zipper.
“Do we have to?” she asked.
I moved toward her.
“Let me, beautiful.”
I couldn’t stop myself from kissing down that smooth, soft skin of hers. I kissed down her neck to her collar bone to her shoulder. I kept kissing down her back realizing it wasn’t evenjust her body that would do anymore, it was the pure presence of her.
I got to the zipper, and god help me, I pulled the damn thing up inch by inch with my mouth until it stopped just above her ass.
