Page 63 of Pretty Lies (Watch Me Burn #1)

He jerked me forward and pushed me back to get my pants off, and I wondered how far I’d be able to go with him, not that I really had a choice. I knew Slash wasn’t bluffing about killing me, but I had to make sure Skeeter and the rest of the crew were safe.

I was mad at Skeeter, but I didn’t want him in trouble.

He kissed down my neck and chest, his hand moving between my legs to slip into my panties as he pushed two fingers inside me.

“I love a bad boy. Makes me super wet,” I said breathlessly, trying not to flinch from his touch. I was going to panic and wreck this whole thing.

I was starting to think he wasn’t even a threat and I was wasting my time.

He looked way too happy about my comment as he moved back, removing his gun from the back of his pants and placing it on the counter beside us.

“Lucky for you then because I’m the baddest out there, babe.”

“Really? How so? Because you’re in the Psychos?” I asked with a moan, trying not to tense as his fingers roamed my skin.

I didn’t like his touch. I’d fuck him to protect Skeeter, but I was going to have a meltdown afterwards.

Slash could pay for the fucking counseling I’d need too.

“You have no idea. We had to kill this guy the other week, right? Since I’m still proving myself, I offered to do it.

Killing him was the best fucking feeling, and now I’m going to offer to do it all the time.

I love taking someone’s life and watching the panic all over their face as I do it.

I’m not a fan of running the drugs much though,” he replied, moving his fingers faster.

He had no fucking idea what he was doing with a woman’s body, so I knew I wasn’t going to get off as a reward for putting up with this bullshit.

“You can get good cocaine, right? I could live on that stuff,” I continued as he kissed down my neck, the stubble on his chin grazing my skin.

I felt dirty. So. Fucking. Dirty.

But for Skeeter’s safety? I’d do anything.

“Whatever you want, I can get it for you,” he promised, and I faked interest as I peered into his eyes.

“Can you get your hands on a Glock for me? I think it would look sexy tucked into my shorts.”

“Anything you want, I can find it. I think it’s a bit fucking pathetic that Skeet never helped you out. Stick with me, babe. Trust me. I’d get anything for you if you were my girl.”

He laid me back and kissed down my body, but just before I thought he was going to go down on me and finally give me a fucking orgasm, he stood and yanked his pants down. Shocker that he didn’t give a fuck about getting me off first.

Selfish bastard.

“Oh, I don’t think that will fit in me,” I stated, putting a hand over my mouth for dramatics, pretending it worried me. He was below average, not that he seemed to know that.

He grinned smugly. “We’ll make it fit. Get ready for the best sex of your life, babe.”

“Tell me all the bad stuff you’ve done while we fuck? I love how badass you are. I get so horny, I’d do almost anything,” I forced out, knowing I’d regret that comment as I watched him lick his lips in thought.

“Yeah? What kind of bad stuff?”

“Anything. How you killed that person? Skeeter doesn’t think it’s that hot to talk about, but I’d fuck on a pile of dead bodies if I’d been allowed to. I think people who kill for a living are just so powerful.”

“Skeeter’s a fucking idiot. He won’t last long, I’m after his spot in the crew. Don’t tell him or anything though.”

I bit his neck playfully and smiled, lying through my teeth. “I don’t give a fuck about him. You’d be way better as Slash’s right-hand.”

He looked at me for a moment, speaking gently. “Can you keep a secret?”

“For you? Anything,” I giggled, noting his hand had stopped moving.

He was going to tell me what I’d come here for.

“My dad’s a cop, and I’m trying to impress him. He walked out on me when I was a kid.”

Dread washed through me, but I gave him a big smirk, trying not to let my panic show.

“Oh wow, a cop? You really are bad, aren’t you? Wouldn’t it impress him if you just killed Slash?”

“That’s my fucking plan,” he mumbled against my neck as his hand tugged my panties down my legs.

If Liam was willing to kill Slash, he’d kill Skeeter too. What if he hurt Diesel or one of the other guys?

Words failed me as Liam’s dick pushed against my entrance, and instant panic filled me. I couldn’t do this. He wasn’t Skeeter, who I trusted with my body despite what I’d been through.

I didn’t even think as I grabbed his gun from beside me, pressing it into his side and pulling the trigger before he could register what was happening.

Panic filled his eyes as it went off with a loud bang, clutching the wound and looking at me with wide eyes, his dick losing its hardness fast.

I’d officially lost my mind and shot someone.

“What the fuck? You shot me!” he shouted in confusion and fear as blood seeped out from between his fingers.

Surely someone in the street heard the gunshot and called the cops.

What the fuck had I done?

I sat up and grabbed his throat tightly, tears stinging my eyes as I pulled him closer so that we were nose-to-nose.

“Don’t fuck with the Psychos because when you do, you don’t get out alive.”

Complete terror washed over his face, his eyes begging me for mercy.

He was just a little boy who’d do anything to get his father back.

I hesitated until he started speaking, his voice shaking. “Rory, please don’t?—”

“I’m sorry, Liam. I won’t let you hurt Skeet,” I whispered, lifting the gun to his temple and pulling the trigger again.

This time, his body slumped over me as blood started to leak from the wounds and onto my skin, the life leaving his eyes almost instantly.

I’d killed him.

I shoved his body off mine and scrambled to my feet, glancing around the room as the shock raced through me. It had to be done to protect Skeeter and his guys, but then I started to panic about everything I’d touched in the house.

I was going to get arrested and go to prison for fucking murder. At the very least, the Psychos would kill me for taking out one of their members. They would’ve had a process for times like this, and I’d just gone and fucked it up.

I’d killed a cop’s son, for fuck’s sake.

My eyes darted to the door as it opened, and I took a few steps back as Slash walked in, taking in my naked body and all the blood.

“I’m sorry. Fuck, I just panicked and?—”

“Holy fuck, Donovan. What happened? I hadn’t heard from you and thought he’d caught on to you or something. I heard a gunshot as I pulled up.”

“He was planning on killing you to impress his cop father who abandoned him. You obviously didn’t look into his background properly before you recruited him. We’ve got to get the fuck out of here,” I snapped, but he looked back at Liam’s body, surprise in his voice.

“You killed him to protect us?”

“Slash! Let’s go!” I begged, but he put his hand out to silence me.

“Calm down. We’ll clean this up, and I’ll get rid of the body and gun. He didn’t hurt you, did he?” he suddenly asked, but I shook my head, my eyes landing on Liam’s body as I sucked in a breath.

“I can’t believe I fucking killed someone.”

He chuckled, irritating me slightly. I didn’t see what was so funny about this.

“Saves me from having to do it, but you weren’t supposed to.”

“The neighbors are going to call the cops. We?—”

“They won’t call it in. They know we own this place, and as long as it doesn’t affect their properties, they leave us be. Help me wrap his body up.”

I nodded absently, helping to wrap Liam in a massive blanket from the couch before I grabbed my clothes and beer bottle. The clothes were spattered with blood, so they’d have to be disposed of. I had to get rid of any sign that I’d been here.

Fuck, my ass cheeks were probably imprinted into his counter.

Slash brought a beat-up Chevy van around the back, and he lifted Liam’s body over his shoulder with a grunt before taking him outside to shove in the back.

Why wasn’t I a mess? I’d wait for the shock to wear off, then it would happen.

I’d fucking killed someone. Fuck.

I’d just started trying to help clean up the blood in the kitchen when he walked back in, his voice gentle as he noticed how badly I was shaking. I really needed to find some clothes that didn’t have blood on them.

“Loyalty proven, okay? Just make sure you keep this to yourself.”

“Hey, if seducing people and bathing in their blood once I’ve killed them is what keeps the boss happy, then I guess I’ll do it,” I said weakly, discomfort filling me as his eyes roamed my naked body. “Can I have a shirt or something?”

“Did you do it for the Psychos, or just for Skeet?” he asked, ignoring my question.

“I owe Skeet more than anything, but the crew is his life, so both are important to me.”

“He’s going to kill you if he finds out about this. You know that, right?” he snorted, and I rolled my eyes dramatically.

“No, he won’t. Skeet’s a big puppy with me. Besides, he won’t find out about it.”

“Wanna fucking bet?” Skeeter’s voice cut in sharply from the doorway, my heartbeat increasing as I turned and faced off with him.

His eyes tracked over my bloodied skin, anger, fear, and confusion crossing his eyes as he met my gaze again.

“What the fuck did you do, baby girl?”

To be continued in Deceptive Games…