Page 90 of All Your Lies
“If I can have just one day, one fucking day—” Gage mutters.
Avoiding the red trail that runs down the hall, I cringe as I carefully step over it. This is a disgusting mess, and the metallic scent makes me want to use Rosie’s bucket to hurl.
“We meet again, Red. Is this a present for me?” Trey says to Jenna with a smirk on his face as he takes the last step onto the second-floor landing.
She looks over at him in disgust. “I don’t have time for your games today, baldy.”
His smile widens. “You love our games.”
Jenna huffs and then winces as she limps to him. “Then our game today is you getting rid of the body. I cook, you clean.”
She tries to walk past him, but he grabs her wrist, causing her to stop in her tracks. “Are you okay?”
Jenna whispers something before shaking him off and walking down the stairs. Trey shakes his head as he unzips the duffelin his hand and unfolds a tarp. He smiles as he tilts the guy’s chin to look at Jenna’s handiwork, and I decide that’s my cue. Apparently, everyone around me is a psychopath.
I walk back into the room, leaving Trey in the hall with the dead guy just as Gage gets off the phone. “Is your lake house complete?”
“Almost. Done enough to stay there,” Vic says as he holds Rosie close.
“Good.” Gage nods as he looks around and then back at his sister and Vic. “You never told me why you cut your three-week vacation I paid for short. You two would be a lot safer two oceans away,” Gage says.
My gaze falls to Rosie, who’s watching Vic, who wears the biggest smile I’ve ever seen. “You’re going to be an uncle.”
Gage’s facial expression changes before my eyes, shifting from confusion to contemplation to shock and finally settling into anger.
Gage takes a predatory step toward Vic. “I’m not too well-versed in how long these things take, but I believe a week or so from your wedding would be a little too soon to tell, don’t you think?”
“You wouldn’t want to hit your niece or nephew’s dad. Would you?” Vic says with a grin as I watch Rosie’s face drain of color.
“I’m going to kill—”
My fingers clench around Gage’s arm. “I thought you were taking me to the club.”
Gage gazes down at me, and his eyes lose their edge as his body softens. Then, he looks back over at Vic and Rosie. “Congratulations, baby sister. Vic, keep my sister and the baby safe. Also, go fuck yourself.”
Rosie manages a mouthed, “Thank you,” as I quickly pull Gage out of the room, avoiding any further awkwardness.
Did I just offer my body on a silver platter to help my best friend? I sure did. Let’s hope I don’t regret it.
twenty-eight
Gage
My body is electrified with a rush of adrenaline as I fix my eyes on Alexa, gracefully suspended in the sex swing. With her red-painted toes nestled in the black stirrups while she clutches the handles with her hands. She lies bare, save for the small black lingerie set that clings to her curves and a black fabric mask covering her eyes.
The drive from Indiana to the club was torturous. Each minute that passed was like a ticking time bomb.
Would Alexa change her mind?
Would she back out?
I kept her busy by talking about Rosie and the baby. I still can’t believe I’m going to have a niece or nephew. The stupid motherfucker got her pregnant before they were married, and I’m tempted to kill him for it.
In a Mafia arranged marriage, there are certain expectations, a pure wife being one. That expectation is archaic and dumb in my opinion, but if Rosie and Vic hadn’t reconciled, and I had to arrange a marriage to keep her safe, we would have had a seriousproblem. One being her lack of virginity, and two, a baby already in her womb.
Then there’s the Jenna problem. I don’t trust her, haven’t from the beginning, but Alexa does, and she pleaded her friend’s case until we reached the club.
Once we got here, reality sank in, and she tried to backpedal.
