Page 61 of Pretty Lies (Watch Me Burn #1)

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

SLASH

S keeter was fuming when he’d left. Pissed at me for touching what he thought belonged to him, and pissed at her for allowing me to manipulate her like I had.

I knew if I challenged her she’d do whatever I asked because Rory Donovan didn’t like to lose. It was cruel expecting her to get on her knees for me after being assaulted, and part of me had expected her to chicken out and leave.

Instead, she’d dropped to her knees and pulled my dick out, sliding it between her lips without much argument. She’d been scared, I saw it in her eyes, but she was determined not to let me win.

I still won, I got to come in her bratty mouth and dominate her.

I chuckled to myself as I finished counting the cash from the fights, hesitating before putting Rory’s earnings aside. I should’ve just kept it, she didn’t want the cash, but she’d earned it.

The door opened and Diesel walked in, annoyance in his eyes.

“She was raped, you know?”

“I’m aware. Maybe it taught her some obedience because she got down on her knees all on her own when I snapped my fingers,” I grunted, a look of disgust crossing his face.

“What the fuck is up with you? She’s seventeen, as you like to remind Skeet, and now you’re happy to traumatize her more? Skeet let her go for a reason.”

“Let her go? He fucked her outside tonight,” I huffed, my fingers clicking away on the computer keys before I turned my monitor around so that he could see the footage, his eyes averting when he realized what it was.

“She can’t be that traumatized if she’s letting Skeet nail her against the building out in the open. ”

“Everyone handles trauma differently. She’s?—”

“She’s fine.”

“She’s not!” he barked, glaring at me. “What the hell made you think it was a good idea to force a blow job out of that girl?”

Anger burned through me as I stood, leaning over my desk to scowl at him.

“I didn’t force her to do shit. I didn’t hold a gun to her head, she had the choice to blow me or leave.”

“You’re a fucking asshole,” he said bitterly, shaking his head at me. “You took advantage of her.”

“She did it because she wanted to. End of discussion,” I snapped, smacking my palms down on my desk.

“Would you have done it to Sasha?” he demanded, making me tense. “Would you have asked something like that from her after what she went through? She was seventeen, just like Rory.”

“I never would’ve touched her, and you know it.”

“Then why are you so hellbent on breaking Rory? This is nothing but a game to you, to prove that women are weak. Rory will fight you until she can’t fight anymore, so what happens when she can’t take it?

Can you live with yourself if she gives up fighting?

” he asked, his voice breaking, and I let out a sigh.

“I’m being a dick to scare her off and to prove to both her and Skeet that she doesn’t belong here.”

“Then I hope you’re prepared for the consequences when you’ve made your point.

This isn’t you, Slash. You changed the rules when you took over because you were disgusted by them, but now you’re on some kind of power trip that’s turning you into the monster you swore you’d never be.

I hope she proves you wrong because the alternative means you’ll lose everyone’s respect.

No one can lead a crew without that,” he warned, giving me a dirty look before leaving, slamming the door on his way out.

I dropped back into my chair and scrubbed a hand over my face.

Dealing with Rory was driving me insane, but the stubborn girl wouldn’t quit.

It was after midnight, but I grabbed my phone and found Rory’s contact that I’d stolen from Skeeter, pressing call before I could change my mind. If she wanted to be part of our world, then I had to show her what that meant.

“Hello?” she mumbled sleepily, my traitorous dick jerking at the sound of her voice.

“Donovan,” I chuckled, waking her up more as her voice became clearer.

“Slash? How did you get my number?”

“Magic. I have a job for you, and I’d like you to meet me at the Shed in the morning to discuss it.”

“Eat shit.”

“Don’t be like that. You want to keep fighting, right?” I goaded, and she paused before replying.

“Of course I do.”

“Then show up tomorrow and do this job for me, then you can fight whenever you want. Prove some loyalty to me,” I stated, leaning back in my chair with a grin. “You want to be one of my guys? Then you have to show me how badly you want it.”

“I don’t want to be a Psycho,” she scoffed, but interest lined her tone. “What do I have to do?”

“Show up in the morning and I’ll tell you,” I replied before hanging up, knowing she’d show. I adjusted my hard dick and glared down at the bulge in my pants like it offended me. “The fuck is wrong with you? She wasn’t that good.”

She was. Seeing her on her knees for me had almost made me come before she’d even put my damn dick in her mouth.

She’d never know that though because after this job, I doubted we’d see her again.

Skeeter would also finally understand that she wasn’t made for this life, and he’d get her out of his damn mind for good.

Rory

It was early, but I’d snuck out before Caden and the guys could show up, knowing they’d never let me meet with Slash alone. I didn’t trust him, he’d never let me join his crew, but I wanted to know what the hell he wanted from me.

I parked beside the Shed and strolled towards the door, realizing no one was at the door to invite me in. It was unlocked, so that was their own fault if they hadn’t wanted me to let myself in.

No one wandered around inside as I poked my head in, and if it wasn’t for Slash’s Mustang outside, I would’ve assumed no one was even here.

His head popped out of the office, apparently spotting my arrival on his cameras, giving me a scowl.

“You’re early.”

I shrugged as I continued to walk towards him, starting to wonder why I’d even decided to show up. All he did was piss me off, and I honestly didn’t like him one bit.

That was what I told myself, anyway.

“You told me to show up in the morning, so I’m here. Should’ve been more specific, bossman.”

I was drawn to him for some reason, despite my hate for him, and last night had just proven that I liked him more than I wanted to or I never would’ve gotten on my knees for him.

“I have a proposition for you, Donovan.” That didn’t sound good, in my opinion.

I sat at the desk and helped myself to his cigarettes without bothering to ask. Whatever job he wanted me to do wasn’t likely to be fun.

“Go on, I’m listening.”

He sat opposite me and chuckled, eyeing me as I lit the cigarette and blew smoke at him.

“Thought you might be curious. I need some help dealing with some shit, and I think you could really help me here.”

“Like, cleaning the Shed kind of help? Or dead body kind of help?” I asked sarcastically, making him laugh as he leaned back and lit a cigarette for himself.

“Neither, but if you want to clean up around here, I won’t stop you, babe.”

“I won’t go to prison for you. Does Skeet know about this? You know he doesn’t want blood on my hands. I’m not even meant to fucking be here.”

He leaned forward, raising an eyebrow. “Actually, he told me to stay the fuck away from you, but since when do we listen to him, hmm?”

“Sounds like trouble,” I sighed, his shoulders shrugging lazily.

“He’ll get over it. He seems to have forgotten that I’m in charge, not him.

I let him have his way when it came to cage fighting and his sex-life with you, but he needs to learn to take a step back.

You aren’t his girl, so I don’t have to do shit that he asks.

You’re lucky I actually like you, or I’d use you to remind him in some cruel ways of his place here, but since you and me are pals, this will have to do.

Besides, you like blood on your hands, so fuck him, right? ”

Uneasiness rolled through me but I gave him a confident shrug. “We’re hardly pals, and don’t lie about liking me. You’d kill me in a heartbeat if given the chance. Just tell me the deal and I’ll tell you if I think it’s stupid.”

“I need you to talk to one of our newbies. Skeet swears he’s up to no good, and since it’s crew business, I need to look into it. You’re hot as fuck, so if anyone can get information out of Liam, it would be you.”

“What information am I looking for, and what do I have to do to convince him?” I asked suspiciously.

“Use your fucking imagination, Donovan. Fuck him if you have to. I need to know if he’ll tell you about any of our business. If he talks, he’s dead. Literally,” he snorted, instantly making me feel uncomfortable.

I couldn’t pull that off, even if I needed to. Not after everything that had happened to me.

I was struggling to be okay with Skeeter fucking me last night, so a stranger would freak me out.

“You know what happened to me, right? I can’t just fuck random people.”

“I know it seems like a cruel job to throw at you, but I really need this. If he’s a rat, he could bring us all down.

To be honest, you’d get dragged into it too since you’re known to him.

Skeet talks too much to you, I know that, but the fact that you’re like a fucking vault of secrets means I know you’re not a threat.

Lucky for you, or I’d have made you vanish by now,” he smirked, but it just confused me.

Skeeter hardly ever spoke about crew business in front of me. I’d seen some guns, but I didn’t know much about the drug trade or even the business side of the guns.

“He never really spoke about business around me,” I finally frowned as I butted out my cigarette, but he rolled his eyes.