Page 48 of Bully's Darkness
“But it meant nothing, Liv. Just sex.”
“It meant everything. It meant losing me. It meant causing a war with Dagger. So, I hope she was worth it.” She picks up the bag, and I immediately snatch it.
“You’re not leaving me.”
“Oh, I am,” she says firmly. “I am leaving and I’m not coming back.”
“It’s not safe.”
“Dagger doesn’t want to hurt me. He wants to hurt you.”
“And hurting you will do that. He knows that.”
She scoffs. “So, why hasn’t he done it already?” I don’t have the answer, and after a second of silence, a cruel smirk spreads over her face. It doesn’t suit her. “He’s always nice to me, Bully. Like he cares.”
“He doesn’t care. He’s using you to get to me.”
“Is that why he kissed me?”
My world tilts, and I drop her bag to the floor. “What did you say?”
She grins now, like she’s enjoying my pain. “On the stairs. He kissed me. It was quick. Deliberate. Wrong. Just likeyou.” Her words hit like fists. I stagger under the weight of them, but I deserve every single one. “And do you know what? I wasn’t mad about it. In fact, it felt . . . nice.”
“Stop,” I whisper.
Instead, she steps closer. “And I thought about what it would feel like to fuck him.”
“Liv,” I whisper, my voice dangerously low. A warning.
“Because it’s only ever been you, Bully. Even when you went inside, I stayed faithful to you. And there were men,” she says, smiling like it’s a good memory. “Many men who tried. Many men who saw in me what you never have. I should’ve taken my chances. I realise that now.”
“You don’t mean that. You’re hurting.”
“Tell me, was she ever there when I visited?” I stare at the ground, the knot in my chest pulling tighter. “Was she in that big room, watching you while I visited?”
“It meant—”
“Don’t you dare say it again,” she screams, and I press my lips together in a tight line. “Did you laugh at me?” Her voice breaks a little, and my heart twists painfully.
“Of course not. Never.”
“Was she prettier? Better in bed?”
“Jesus, Liv, of course not. But she . . .” The words trail off, and Liv swipes a stray tear away, waiting for my next words. “She was there and willing.” I wince, hating how it sounds out loud.
“It’s not my fault I wasn’t.”
“I was in a bad place, missing you and the club. She took my mind off it.”
The door bursts open, and we both turn to Bria. Her face is pale, and she’s clutching her mobile phone tightly. When shesees me, then the bag, she thrusts the phone at Liv. “Press play,” she says, glaring at me with hatred.
Chapter Fourteen
Olivia
I take the mobile, but I already know by the way Bria’s eyes are fixed on Bully that she’s angry. And this video is why.
My thumb trembles as I press play. I sink onto the edge of the bed, barely breathing, as the unmistakable sound of breathy moans fills the room.
