Page 103 of Little Liar

He raises a brow. “Do you call him your brother while he’s fucking you?”

I close my mouth, crossing my arms to look away.

I hear him fake a gag.

Abigail huffs. “Stop being dramatic,” she scolds him. “They aren’t really brother and sister, so there’s nothing wrong with them being together.”

That’s the first time she’s ever defended our relationship. I want to hug her.

“Well, despite his choice of fuck buddy, he’s a good-looking guy.”

I chew my lip in annoyance. This guy is insufferable. “He’s my boyfriend, not a fuck buddy.”

“Does he swing both ways?”

I turn back to stare at him, confused. “What?”

“Hmm.” He laughs, thinking to himself, then checks his watch and huffs that they’re still not here. “If I didn’t have a girlfriend, I reckon I’d fuck him.”

My stare turns deadly.

He laughs again. “Possessive? Or are you genuinely scared I could steal your brother from you?” Then he grimaces. “Fuck, now you even have me calling him that. Change the damn subject.”

“Leave her alone,” Abigail snaps. “I think if you—”

The door flies open to reveal Xander, looking worried. “They know. We have a rat. Get back inside, Olivia.” His gaze lifts to Sebastian. “Your driver was shot five minutes ago. They don’t know who’s working on the outside.” Xander looks at Abbi. “Get her fucking out of here, Base.”

He swears to himself and grabs Abigail. “Sorry, little Vize.”

“Why can’t we take her with us now?”

“It’s too risky,” Xander tells Abbi. “They’ll hunt for her, and the place is crawling with guards. Leave before they catch you.”

She bites her lip, looking desperately at me as she mouths, “I’m sorry.”

They rush out of the alleyway without looking back at me.

And there goes my escape.

“If she runs, it will detonate. She’ll be dead within half a second.”

I pause, my eyes widening as Xander and his father discuss inserting a tracker into my arm. The attempt at getting me out last night proved that someone on the inside isn’t loyal, and Igor refuses to lose me.

Which makes no sense. I’m no one compared to all these assholes.

Today, although it’s terrible that I’m still here, it has been a little easier to know that Malachi is definitely alive, that he’s healing, and my father, Molly, and Abigail are all okay. A weight’s been lifted from my shoulders, but that rock still sits in my chest, suffocating me with every breath because I’m not there, waiting for Malachi to wake up.

“Get this over with,” Igor says, crossing his arms and ankles, and leaning against the kitchen counter. “We have a meeting in an hour, and I need your plaything back in her room.”

“You’re not putting a damn tracker inside me,” I snap, trying to step away, my back hitting one of his immovable guards. “I won’t run,” I lie.

Xander steps in front of me. “This isn’t up for debate, Olivia. Give me your fucking arm.”

My eyes desperately search around us—but all I see are his men and Igor, waiting, staring, some chuckling to themselves as tears start to slide down my cheeks.

“Pl-Please don’t do this.”

Xander is putting on a show. He doesn’t want anyone to know he was the one who arranged for me to get picked up outside the party—that Sebastian was there and about to save me from all of this. He could easily run too. If he really does have a thing going on with Abigail, then why not hide with her?