Page 22 of Darkest Game
He scoffs. “Jack isn’t going to believe you overpowered me. He’ll kill me if I let you go. He wants someone else for my job and is pissed that I have it. He’ll use an excuse to get rid of me. You may be selfless but I’m not. And I’m not letting the dogs go. Jack would have my head.”
“You’re a coward,” I say simply. There’s no venom in my voice. It’s just what he is.
His eyes tighten as he re-takes my arm and guides me to the house. Once inside, I see Jack and Elaine talking in the living room.
“I will not let you fuck another woman tonight,” Elaine hisses.
“I can do whatever the fuck I want, woman. I will make that girl one of us. Part of this mob. As the boss, it is my duty. My right.”
“You’re right is to me!” she screams. “Do not touch her.”
“Or what?” He towers over her. “What will you do to me?”
Elaine doesn’t have an answer for him. That’s when she notices me in the doorway. “You. You little tramp. You will not fuck my husband.” She storms over to me but Liam steps in front of me.
“This isn’t Irina’s fault,” Liam says. “She’s a prisoner here. Being forced into this. Be angry with your husband.”
Elaine glares at him. “I can’t get through to my husband.” She points at me over Liam’s shoulder. “If my husband fucks you tonight, I will make you pay.” She leaves the house with an anguished scream. Even though she frightens me, I can’t blame her for her anger. A husband should be loyal to his wife. Mikhailand Nico are both loyal to my sisters, from what I could tell. I’m still not comfortable with the idea of Liam being with other women once we’re married but I don’t really have a choice in the matter.
Jack’s eyes light up when he looks at me. “You are getting married today. I can’t wait to see you in your dress. And I can’t wait to take it off you tonight.”
I shiver. There’s a darkness to Jack’s tone that frightens me. He’s going to hurt me tonight. There’s no doubt about it.
“Come on,” Liam mutters, guiding me to one of the bedrooms. My dress is hanging on the back of the door. “You can change in here.”
“Liam,” I say before he can shut the door behind him. “I know you don’t like me. I know you have no reason to care for me. But I would be forever grateful to you if you saved me from being raped tonight.”
His eyes soften for just a moment. But it’s only a moment. Without a word, he closes the door, giving me privacy to change.
The dress is beautiful, I’ll give Liam that. It fits perfectly on my body. Hugging my slight curves. I didn’t even know I had any but this dress makes them come out. The off shoulder sleeves hang around my upper arms, showing off my clavicle and small cleavage. I look like a fairy in this dress.
In another world, I’m a princess who will be saved by her prince charming just in time before the big bad dragon burns me alive.
But in this world, I’m going to be married to an Irish mobster who’s no prince charming. He won’t save me from the dragon.
He might even be the dragon himself.
Once I’m dressed, I knock on the door and Liam opens it. He’s changed into a simple suit with a button down. No tie. I guess a tie is too fancy for a man like him.
His eyes rake me over and I can’t deny, it makes me lightheaded. “You look…”
“Yes?” I grip the door tightly, searching for something to steady myself with.
“Good enough to eat,” Jack says, cutting in as he approaches. When his eyes rake over me, I want to vomit. “I can’t wait to have you tonight, little girl.” He claps Liam on the back. “You’re one lucky man, Liam, getting to look at a woman like this for the rest of your life. I just might have to have her more than just tonight. You’re fine with sharing, I’m sure. I’ve heard rumors that you don’t care if other men fuck the women you’re seeing. So you won’t mind if I have Irina every so often, yes?”
Liam’s smile is tense. “I don’t mind at all, Jack.”
That clinches it. Liam is no prince charming. And I’m going to burn tonight in the jaws of the dragon.
Chapter Five
Natalya
Irina has been gone for the past two days now and we still haven’t found her.
I tried so hard to save my sisters and I still ended up losing one of them. I’m an utter failure.
I cry this to my mom when it’s just the two of us in my bedroom. “Why couldn’t I have done better?”
