Page 97 of Little Liar

“That’s my goddamn daughter,” Dad snaps.

“Please just ignore him,” Adryx says. “Your cars are all bugged. You need to take mine, and we’ll have my driver pick us up at the end of the forest.”

“I’m going with them,” Abigail adds, hooking her arm into Olivia’s.

“The fuck you are,” Adryx retorts. “I’ll drag you out of here kicking and screaming.”

Why are you helping us?

He shrugs. “I hate my father, and he’s using my little brother for power. I want to wipe him out and his empire. You have no idea what it’s like being a Reznikov child. We’re untouchable, but at a price.”

Base whistles. “As I said, dramatic. Can we leave? I think Kai might kill me if I stand in his vicinity any longer.”

I mentally kill him, chopping the little asshole into cubes of flesh and feeding him to a wild dog. His mouth annoys me, his accent is giving me a headache, and I think if he keeps giving me that goofy look, I might hit him.

The older Reznikov brother turns to me.If you don’t trust me, trust that I won’t do anything to risk my girl losing her best friend.

Both Olivia and I glance at Abigail.

They’ll kill the young girl too. Keep her safe. They’re animals.

No one is getting anywhere near Molly. Over my dead fucking body. She’s a pest, but she’s my little sister.

Checking his phone, his lips flatten. “You have fourteen minutes.”

With that, Adryx gives Abigail a firm look until she huffs and goes with him, and Sebastian grins at me as they leave through the back door.

Olivia covers her mouth. “Oh God.”

Dad shoves his phone into his pocket and grabs his walking stick. “My driver won’t make it here in time. Molly, grab your bag. You two don’t have time to pack.”

I chew my lip, deciding whether to go with them or stay and fight. I’ve never been one to shy away from a threat, and I’m not a runner. I didn’t even run from the officers when they came to arrest me.

“You’re leaving with us.” Olivia takes my hand tight, squeezing it. “I won’t leave without you. Like you said, he has an army and you’re one man. It’s suicide, and I need you. We all need you.”

Dad steps forward. “This isn’t up for debate, Malachi. Move.”

For once, I don’t want to hit my dad or tell him to go fuck himself. The worried look in his eyes means he fears for me. Which is insane and confusing because the guy should hate me more than anything.

Molly is watching me. Her eyes are glazing over, and she’s terrified. A part of me, maybe the big brother in me, wants to keep her safe the most. She’s my little sister, and it’s my job to protect her. I already failed at being a brother to Olivia. I’m not going to do that a second time.

My nostrils flare at the thought of someone hurting either of my sisters.

I can’t leave Cordelia here either.

What the fuck do I do?

When I give in, I go to the front door first to check if the area is still clear and safe for us to run into the woods.

As soon as I open the door, pain lashes at the side of my head—someone’s swung a metal pole at me, knocking me into the doorframe. Then a foot connects with my chest, and I’m thrown back as air rushes painfully from my lungs.

“Malachi!” Olivia yells as I try to get up. Someone grabs a fistful of my hair when I get to my knees, but I shove my elbow into their face to get them off me.

I get to my feet and back myself into the kitchen, where Molly and Olivia are hiding behind Dad as loads of suited-up men in white masks flood the house.

Some have guns, some have blades, and some have bats and poles and other weapons.

Fuck.