Page 45 of Little Liar
Mason and the guys are beating the shit out of everyone while I grab Parker by the scruff of the neck and kick him in the midsection, knocking him back towards the basement door.
I smirk under my balaclava as he runs up the stairs, falling to the ground when he reaches the kitchen. He throws open the patio doors and escapes into the backyard, and that’s when I decide he’ll never walk again.
I like the way he begs me to leave him alone—I have all the power now, and this asshole spent his last day getting too close to my sister.
The earlier rainfall has turned the yard to sludge, so he doesn’t get very far before I catch up to him, swinging my bat and knocking him off his feet.
He’s face down in the mud now, and I press my boot on the back of his head, suffocating him in the dirt where he belongs. He fights—his arms and legs are thrashing as he chokes, but it only makes me push his face deeper.
This piece of shit. I want to kill him. I want him to suffer.
I only let him up for air so I can get a good swing at his leg, inwardly laughing as I hear the bone’s sickening snap. It only brings me joy.
He wails in pain. “Fuck! You fucking psycho! Who the fuck are you?”
I pull off my mask, screwing myself over by ensuring he can identify me, and watch his eyes go wide. With blood staining my face from his hopefully dead friend, I drive my fist into his jawonce, twice, three times, until the motherfucker is crying for me to stop.
His leg is broken, so he can’t get up, and the mud beneath him is swallowing his body while I grit my teeth and break his other leg by slamming my heavy boot down as hard as I can. Again, and again, and again.
“Fuck!” he cries, probably pissing himself while he starts begging me to leave him alone. He’ll do whatever I want. But it’s too late. He already messed with the one person who means more to me than life itself.
I punch him one last time, knocking him out, before I let up and pull my bat to my shoulder, spitting on him.
If I could talk, I’d tell him it was for Olivia. And if I could laugh, I’d do it while telling him she was fucking mine.
11
Malachi
Olivia’s idea of going for a drive and doing something away from how hectic the house is wasn’t what I planned today. We’d spent hours wrapped up together. She was between my legs, and I was between hers, before we were rudely interrupted by our parents arguing right outside my bedroom door.
She huffed and told me to get dressed. Since her bossy side is adorable, I showered, got dressed, and met her in the garage. Now she’s staring at me, at my hands tight on the steering wheel, her eyes glazed over.
We never got to finish. She needs something to tide her over until we get back home later. I slip my hand to her thigh, and she fights a smile and averts her eyes to look out the window.
The girl can’t even handle me touching her fucking thigh from how needy she is. I dig my fingers into her flesh, and she opens for me while I try to keep my attention on the road. As she takes my wrist and slides my hand up further, I swallow, gripping the steering wheel at the feel of how soaked she is.
Still so wet.
Always wet for her big brother.
“Eyes on the road, Malachi,” she orders, trapping her lip between her teeth. “If you crash, I won’t suck your dick again.”
I do as I’m told as I press my fingers to the wet patch on her panties, right where her entrance is throbbing for me. Whimpering, she moves her hips into the touch, guiding my fingers under her panties to feel the warmth of her pussy.
Maybe we should fuck already? What else is there to learn? There’s nothing stopping us from pulling over somewhere discreet and sleeping together. Then I’d tell her the truth. Everything.
I’d tell her that I’m madly in love with her and if she has patience enough to have me as a brother with no voice, she’ll accept me as a partner too. Maybe I’ll tell her how much I’ve fucked her over. How, even though she shows me what to do, I still like to touch her when she’s unaware. Lick her. Suck her. Everywhere.
All of a sudden, she yanks my hand away. “Pull in here.”
I frown and look at where her gaze is directed, and it’s a restaurant in the middle of nowhere. Releasing a sigh, I put on my blinkers and turn into the busy parking lot.
This is not even slightly what I had planned. Why aren’t we going somewhere to make out until our mouths fall off?
She unfastens her belt and gets out of the car without saying a word. I follow, pulling my phone out to see if I have any messages and notice a missed call from Mason. I’ll call him back later.
Olivia goes into the restaurant, asks for a table for two, and we go with the waitress to a booth in the middle of the room—we’re surrounded, the place busy, and I think I might kill my sister for even thinking about coming here.
