Page 31 of Darkest Game
“I am. So step away from her.”
“My men will swarm this place within minutes.”
“If they figure it out. I killed the only guard on duty. The others are still paying attention to your guests. You’re so fucking full of yourself that you thought you could make a fool out of me over and over and over again and I wouldn’t do anything about it? Seriously?”
“Ah, so this is about your ego. Not because you care for the girl. Don’t get your hopes up, Irina. He’s not here for you. He’s here for himself.”
Liam’s eyes flick to mine for a second and in that time, Jack moves a step. Liam lifts his gun higher. “Don’t.”
“If you’re going to shoot me, just get it over with.” Jack laughs but there’s no humor to it. “But you can’t shoot me, can you? It will draw too much attention. You’re out of fucking luck, Liam. You don’t care about the girl. Just let me fuck her and then you can have her. I’ll make a compromise with you. I won’t give her to any more men. How about that?”
“You see, if I don’t kill you right now, you’ll kill me later. And I’m not dying because of you.”
“You wouldn’t die to save the girl?” Jack throws me a look. “Shows how much he cares about you.”
I know Liam doesn’t care. But even if he’s doing this for himself, I’m fine with it as long as I don’t have to be raped.
“Stop talking to her,” Liam snaps.
“Or what?”
“Interesting you taunt me when I’m the one with the gun. You’re so fucking arrogant, Jack, that you can’t even believe, in a moment like this, that you could die. That your actions have consequences. Fucking me over the way you have is a consequence.”
“And if you kill me, there will be a ton more consequences you have to put up with.”
“The mob appreciates men who take power. If I kill you, that leaves open a spot for me to take it.”
Jack’s eyes widen before they narrow. Liam’s words seemed to have struck a nerve in him. “You will never be the true boss. You may play at being a boss in your little corner and that’s fine. But you’ll never be me.”
“And thank fuck for that. Why would I want to be the sort of man who has to rape a woman just to feel better about myself?”
“You would be lucky to be me.”
“Fine. Once I kill you, I will be.” Liam throws the gun at Jack’s head, surprising Jack enough that he stumbles back. That allows Liam the chance to grab the knife from his pocket and stab it right into Jack’s throat.
Jack clutches at his throat where the knife is, his eyes wide like he never believed this would actually happen. He drops to his knees and scrambles at his throat. Fear is plastered in his eyes.
I’ve never been one for violence. I could never watch scary movies growing up while Sasha would obsess over stuff like that.
But in this moment, I don’t feel scared at all. I feel vindicated. Jack thought he could treat me terribly and not face the consequences of it. Now he knows what it’s like to be afraid.
Liam grabs the knife from Jack’s throat and his blood gushes out onto the walls and on Liam’s face and even on my dress, dirtying it even more.
Jack falls to the ground and scrambles for Liam but Liam only backs away. One more groan leaves Jack’s mouth before he stops making any sound at all.
Liam nudges him onto his back. Jack’s lifeless eyes stare up at the ceiling.
He’s officially dead.
Liam turns to me with a look of pure hatred and anger, it jolts the emotions right back into me. No longer numb.
I tense. Is he going to attack me himself despite the fact that he told me he doesn’t rape women? Was it all a lie?
“Put your panties back on,” he growls. “We’re getting out of here.”
There’s no love or care in his voice, though I don’t know I expected there to be. Liam has made it perfectly clear he doesn’t want me.
With shaky hands, I grab my white underwear off the ground and slip it back on. Liam looks away when I have to pull my dress higher around my waist to get the underwear in place.
