Page 21 of Jagger
From what? Fucking?
"Where's Molly?" I ask, cutting the bullshit. He knows who I am and that I'm here for Molly.
His lips lift in one corner, and I want to punch him.
"She’s not here. How did you find me?"
"Where is she?" I ignore him, my eyes flickering to the house. I don't buy a fucking word that comes out of his mouth.
"I asked you a question," Lawson says, crossing his arms over his chest. "Why do you care? You're not her boyfriend."
I return my gaze to him and move closer, tilting my head. He's asking me the same question I've been asking myself for the past hour.
"If I go in there and I find out you're lying to me, I'm going to kill you." I watch as he snorts, his eyes crinkling with amusement.But I fucking hate liars.
"You aren't going in there, and you couldn't hurt a fly, pretty boy."
I step closer, making sure I'm staring into his eyes. I fear no one—and some people say that because they want people to believe it, but I don't give a fuck if he believes me. He's a fucking slimeball, and he's toying with me.
"Would you like to test that theory?" I ask him, straightening my fingers before clenching my fists. "Because you're starting to piss me off."
Lawson takes his time answering me, but then he sighs. "Look, I know you stole her phone to fuck with her, but texting me was the right thing to do. Molly needs to be handled." He smirks. "By me."
I know what he’s trying to do, and I refuse to give him any kind of reaction.
"So where is she?"
"Where do you think? Tied up in my basement?" Lawson laughs, but it doesn't reach his eyes.
I could have cops crawling all over this place in seconds, but where's the fun in that? Plus, the idea of Molly tied up makes me all hot and bothered. I decide to try a different tactic.
"Oh really? Now that I'd like to see."
He cocks his head. "I bet."
"I said I wanted to watch you two fuck as payment for bringing you here." I watch as his brows rise in surprise. He doesn't believe me. "Check her phone if you don't believe me."
Lawson says nothing, eyeballing me warily.
"Sothat'swhy I'm here. Payment."
"Not because you care about her?" Lawson inquires, stepping closer. His nostrils flare, and I shrug.
"I don't care about anyone."
Not a lie.
"You're lying. Why else would you come here?"
I yawn. "Am I going to get to see my fuck show or not?"
Lawson stiffens, but then he grins. "How much are you willing to pay?"
Pay? That's what this is?
"To watchherfuckyou? Nothing. I can watch shit like that for free on Pornhub," I scoff as he shakes his head.
"Nah. How much areyouwilling to pay to fuck her?"
