Page 16 of Tangled Lies
She shut up when the elevator stopped and opened up to the parking garage. Tonight we’d brought the SUV to fit all of us inside at one time. I stepped around the disgruntled girl, pressing a button that disarmed and unlocked the beast as I liked to call it. It wasn’t always our thing, but sometimes practically beat out the fear of all of us getting taken out in one fell swoop.
“No. My uncle’s in town. I can’t let him know where I’ve been.”
It was interesting to hear her seem more afraid of being sent back to the uncle.
“Angel. Shouldn’t you be more worried that four assholes might be kidnapping you?” Knox said as he reached for the back door for Ronan. That shut her up.
Once all four doors were closed and all five of us were safely in the vehicle, Ronan finally broke his silence.
“You have no fucking self-preservation instinct. So busy giving away your virginity to strangers that you didn’t even think about what could happen.”
I watched the jerk of her head as he grabbed her chin.
“Little bird, don’t trade one cage just for another that you think is lined in gold. Where’s that friend of yours? Fucking abandoning you.”
No one else dared break his little monologue. At least not yet. The show was too good. I started the engine, the tires squealing as I pulled out of our spot.
“I… She… Her boyfriend. I was going to get a car to her house later.”
Fuck me. The fear in that girl’s eyes? My cock was hard. I wondered if she’d look this way when one of us took her up on her little bet.
The question running through my mind right now was; what was she to Ronan? We all got obsessed, but never like this. We’d been watching her for years and just now we were doing something about it.
CHAPTER 5
MARGAUX
Safety should have been important right now. My inner alarm system was broken. I shouldn’t trust anyone, so why a few crazy and obviously dangerous men?
“Margaux, tell me. Are you really more afraid of your uncle right now?”
I swallowed. Did I want to answer his question? My uncle was my hell and here, sandwiched between two big strange men I felt more secure than I’d felt in years.
“Who are you? Is your name Ronnie?”
His shoulder was pushing me against his friend at my back as he leaned in closer and closer. The backseat might have been spacious without him and too small with him. There was a darkness in his eyes that screamed crazy, but I couldn’t even pretend like this crazy was scarier than that of an uncle who controlled every second of my life.
“Fine, don’t answer me. Here’s the truth. If you send me back to that prison dressed like this, my life is over before I even have a chance to slit my own wrists. You’ll excuse me if I don’t really think there’s much to lose right now. Become some asshole’spunching bag or your whore? I choose whatever hell you want to drag me into.”
He was so close I could see every strand of hair that brushed over his forehead.
“Really? You’d trade yourself to me for a way out?”
I was chewing on my lip so hard I tasted blood, but I just nodded. All I could hear was my own heartbeat. My mind was trying to not reel, but the fear of having to go back to that room and be locked away all over again? There should have been warning bells as something else occurred to me. He knew me. They knew my uncle.
“How did you know my real name? I thought this was anonymous.” I couldn’t breathe. “Is this another trap of my uncle’s?”
The guy behind me, his hand snaked around my throat and he pulled my head back until his eyes could meet mine.
“The devil knows everything, doesn’t he, angel.”
Why did his voice calm my fear?
“To answer your questions, no your uncle isn’t one of us, little bird.”
My heart forgot to be afraid and instead reveled in the feel of one man’s hands boxing me against another. The feel of one man who controlled my next breath the tighter he squeezed? My pussy ached. The fact that I wanted this to be the choice I’d make? I should have realized just how broken I really was. I should have mourned the little girl I’d let die in the car accident years ago, knowing she would never choose this. But the present version of me?
“Which one of you is the devil?”
