Page 62 of Pretty Lies (Watch Me Burn #1)

“He let you stay with him for a little while. He trusted you, and he doesn’t trust anyone outside the crew, so I know he’s told you shit.

Besides, between the shit here at the Shed, and the guns and drugs you’ve witnessed, you know enough to bring us all down.

Trust me when I say your name’s been at my table of concern by the others, and I’m the only thing standing between you and a shallow fucking grave. ”

I gave him an unamused glance, but I was low-key shitting my pants.

“So basically, if I don’t help you, I’ll get to meet this shallow grave? Am I reading this right?”

He chuckled, but there was no humor behind it. “Smart girl. Not like you’re killing anyone for me, you’re just?—”

“I’m part of it, so I can’t talk about it without burying myself in the process?” I offered, his dark gray eyes holding mine for a moment before he nodded.

“Exactly. Help me out with this, and I won’t forget it. You can fight when you want without having to blow me.”

“Promise? No offense, but I’ve seen enough of your dick to last a lifetime.”

“Now who’s lying? I bet if I asked you to bend over my desk, you’d do it,” he murmured, tilting his head. “So, will you help me? I know you’re mad at Skeet, but what if we don’t look into Liam and he does something? Skeet could end up dead.”

I thought about it for a second before nodding, knowing I’d do anything to protect Skeeter. No matter how far he pushed me away, I owed him a debt.

He’d been there for me when I’d needed him, so now I could return the favor.

The Psychos were his family, so I wanted them all safe too.

“If I do this, I want more respect from you. I’m not some weak little girl that you can scare away. No more games.”

“I’ll think about it,” he said with a grin, glancing up as the door opened and one of his guys walked in without knocking. He was young, and I’d seen him at Skeeter’s house before. We’d picked up drugs from his place a few times too.

It had to be Liam, the guy gave me bad vibes instantly.

“Ah, Liam. You know Donovan?” Slash said brightly, motioning towards me.

I could read Slash’s body language, and he was testing me to see if I’d accept the challenge or not.

I sat up straighter and forced a smile that I hoped looked convincing.

“Good to see you again, Liam. Have you been working out more since I saw you last?” I hated girls who said shit like that, but here I was, pretending to drool over him to get in Slash’s good books.

Slash raised an eyebrow at me with amusement, but Liam smirked and turned his attention completely towards me like the sucker he was.

“Yeah, I have. I heard Skeet say last night that you aren’t fighting anymore. Why not?”

I faked a pout, my skin crawling at the sound of my own voice. I could fucking kill Slash for this. “Skeet won’t let me now we’re not fucking. He doesn’t like me here, but I’m naughty and never do as I’m told. I like it here too much to stay away.”

He was eating it up as he leaned against the wall and crossed his arms, annoyance on his face.

“I think he should just let you fucking fight. Everyone comes to see you.”

“I don’t think I’m the best fighter here,” I giggled, but he shot me a sly grin.

“You fight good, babe, but you’re hot as fucking sin, and that’s why people come to watch you. Skeet’s a fool for letting you go, if you ask me.”

Slash snorted, despite his amusement. “Ease up there, Liam. You’ll bust in your fucking pants.”

Before he could respond, I held back a gag and winked at Slash. “Don’t worry about that, bossman. I’d help him clean up.”

Liam’s eyes tracked my tongue as it ran across my lower lip and toyed with my lip rings. He was completely sucked in.

Hook, line, and fucking sinker.

Slash was holding back a laugh as I stood, Liam’s interested gaze remaining on me as I sighed. “I’d better get going. I’d hate to get in the way of crew stuff. I know how busy you guys get.”

Liam pushed off the wall before I’d even finished speaking. “Let me walk you to your car.”

I batted my lashes at him, giving Slash a smile. “What a gentleman! You could learn something from him, Slash. I’ll see you later?”

“You sure will. I’ll call you,” he chuckled, watching Liam lead me out of the room and through the Shed. Liam even opened the car door for me like the idiot he was.

I went to get in, but he backed me against the side of the car, a lazy smirk on his face that made me uncomfortable.

I swallowed down the fear that clawed at my insides, giving him a soft, fake giggle. “Liam! People will see!”

“Like I give a fuck. It turns you on to know we might get caught this close, I can tell. What are you doing later, babe? Can I see you?”

I faked that I was deep in thought for a moment, biting my lip and placing a hand on his chest. “I guess the thought of people thinking I’m fucking you does make me a bit excited. I mean, you’re so hot. I’m not up to much later. Did you want me to come back here to hang out?”

He pressed against me, his breath hot on my neck, and I had to force myself to stand still. I was starting to feel bad for pulling him along. Besides being a cocky prick, he didn’t seem to be a bad person.

“I’m hoping you’ll be doing me later at my house, to be honest,” he answered, so I faked concern.

“You aren’t worried about Skeet finding out? I’d hate for him to hurt you.”

Skeeter would murder him and then me if he even caught wind of this conversation.

Liam smiled against my neck, his hands on my waist as he kept me close.

“I can take Skeet on. He ain’t shit, trust me. You should see him out on the job. He stands back while we do the dirty work.”

I hadn’t even gotten fucking naked and he was already blabbing, so I giggled again for good measure. But if he thought he’d have it over Skeeter, he was on some seriously good crack.

“Really? What a pussy. I bet you do lots of dirty work.”

He hardened against my leg, so I arched into him slightly, making him groan.

“Oh, I get super fucking dirty. Let me do this drug run with the guys, then I’ll meet up with you. Let’s say, in three hours we meet at mine? You know where that is, yeah?”

“The brick place a few blocks from Skeet’s? With the hedge around the property?” I asked, knowing exactly where he lived. Skeeter scowled every time we drove past it, and we’d stopped in once or twice to grab drugs and guns.

“That’s the one. Go and rest, you’ll need it,” he chuckled, giving my neck a sharp nip with his teeth.

I had to lock this shit down, so I scruffed him by the shirt and pulled him down for a kiss before I could think about it too much, his hands clamping onto my waist more firmly as he thrust against me with another groan.

He bit my lip harder than fucking necessary, moving back with a smirk.

“Three hours, okay? Let yourself in if I’m not there yet. Key’s under the brick by the chair.”

“Be careful.” I faked more concern, letting him kiss me again and earning a wink from him before he turned and walked back towards the Shed, talking over his shoulder.

“Trust me, babe. I’m untouchable.”

I slipped into the Corvette and kept my face relaxed until I drove out of the yard, then I let myself suck in a few sharp breaths as the feeling of his hands and mouth on me rose to the surface.

I drove to the cemetery in the Heights to avoid Caden and his guys a little longer while I composed myself, not surprised in the slightest when Slash called me not long after.

“I watched you on the cameras, Donovan. You’ve got him eating out of your fucking hands already. You’re a natural,” he exclaimed with a hoot.

“A natural whore?” I asked, hearing him bark out laughter that Liam probably heard from wherever he was in the Shed.

“I prefer the word seducer . Keep it up, I need him to trust you.”

“I’m meeting up with him in a few hours at his place, and he’s already talking more than he’s meant to. Should be easy,” I replied as I fiddled with the seat’s position, laying it back to get comfortable.

“That’s my girl,” he replied, and I could hear the grin in his voice.

“I’m not your shit,” I bit out, his loud laugh almost deafening me.

“Cute. Call me later, babe. I’ll meet you to discuss what you find out.”

He hung up before I could agree, making me roll my eyes. That man was a pain in the ass, but if this made him back off from me, it was totally worth it.

Liam’s house wasn’t even locked when I got there, making me snort as I wandered inside. I looked around and helped myself to a beer from the fridge, just as I heard a car pull up out front.

Liam strolled inside with a big smirk on his face when he saw me, surprise in his tone. “You came.”

“Of course I did,” I smiled, convincing myself to place my beer on the counter and move towards him. His eyes blazed with desire as I ran my hands up under the front of his shirt, moving against him more. “Wow, nice abs.”

They barely existed, but whatever.

He yanked his shirt over his head with a grin, flexing his arms like a fucking college football meathead.

“I’ve upped the weights lately. I think it’s starting to pay off for me.”

“Oh, it is. I love the tats as well,” I breathed, trailing my finger along the tattoo on his chest and biting my lip in a way I’d noticed set any guy off.

It worked.

I gasped as he pulled me flush against him and kissed me hard, his hold on my body firm. I forced myself to stand there and let him assault my tongue with his, faking a moan as I dug my nails into his back and wrapped my arms around him.

He automatically lifted me, placing my butt on the counter and stood between my legs. I didn’t think I’d be able to fake it so well, but he was all over me, his hands moving up to fondle my breasts.

I winced slightly as a sharp pain jolted me. “Take it easy with those, I got them pierced recently and they haven’t healed.”

“That’s fucking hot,” he muttered to himself, tugging at my shirt until I gave in and pulled it over my head.