Page 38 of Unspoken Lies

Smirking, I nod. The drain in the basement of our house definitely is meant for interrogation purposes. It’s important to keep your options open in times like these.

“Yeah, I guess that’s true,” I drawl as I drive.

“Speaking in code isn’t cute,come mierda,” Liliana mutters.

“We are not shit eaters, we’re trying to help you out,” I say with a chuckle. “We’ll haul the asshole out to our house for you too. Then, you won’t have to worry about leading us to your house.”

“I just need a ride to my car,” she grumbles. “I can drive myself.”

“If you can walk into the building and into the speakeasy without so much as a stumble, we’ll revisit it,” I mutter, pulling into the back of our club. I back the car right next to one of the back doors so we can throw the dickhead she wants to torture into the truck.

It’s the middle of the day, we’ll need to be quick so as not to draw attention. We’re all in yesterday’s clothing and appear rumpled from sleeping in them, so I’m honestly not sure how long we’ll be able to fly under the radar.

Turning off the car, I push open my door and we all get out. Liliana manages to make it to the door before her legs threaten to collapse underneath her. She hasn’t eaten much since she’s been in and out of consciousness for most of her stay at thehospital and the drugs are going to take a little longer to recover from.

“Oh, look at that!” I crow as Jared lunges to ensure that her knees don’t hit the rough asphalt. “Guess we’re driving you after all. One of us will drive your car back so you can take yourself back to your house.”

“You’re so pig-headed,” Elijah sighs as he unlocks the back door to the building.

“I don’t like owing you anything,” she mutters, blowing out a breath as Jared helps her inside.

Honestly, the unsteadiness on her feet worries me, but I already struck my bargain with her in our favor. That’s what she understands, not the simplicity of helping her because we want to.

We’ve made her our enemy now. By the time we’re through a hidden hallway, her gait is a little steadier. Elijah leads the way into the speakeasy, and calls out our appearance. We aren’t open until much later today, which means there’s time to play.

“Hey boss,” William grunts as he peeks his head around the corner. “You back for this guy? The fucker didn’t want to talk much. Oh, hello Miss.”

“Did you help me earlier?” Liliana asks with a small upturning of her lips. It’s a pitiful smile if you ask me. At William’s careful nod, she adds, “I appreciate that. It was a stupid move for me to accept gum from the red-headed bitch.”

“Redhead, fuck, I saw her,” Jared sighs. There hasn’t been much time to discuss what she remembers, and it was foggy at best until recently.

Lili explains that a redhead offered her a stick of gum, and she didn’t think about why she shouldn’t have accepted it until it was too late. The girl and this guy that we caught trying to leave with her did this to offer him more fun in the bedroom.

“She must be an awful lay,” I mutter.

“If raping a girl is a better one, then it seems so,” Lili throws back at me as she follows William to the storage closet. “I think he called her Lexie or Livie. That part is a little foggy for me.”

“I may have softened him up a little for you,” William says with a wince. His knuckles are split and he’s wearing his undershirt with his nice black pants.

“As long as he’s alive enough to feel pain, I don’t care,” Lili says sweetly. “No one likes a rapist.”

“Fuck no,” William grunts. “I have sisters and this pisses me off.”

Unlocking the door, he kicks the guy in the chest as he rushes the entry point. While his hands are zip tied behind his back, his legs aren’t restrained.

“Can I get him to go?” Lili asks. “I’d like his legs ziptied too, please.”

Listening to her ask William to help her as if she was asking for a burger to-go makes my lips twitch with amusement. This girl has always had an understated flair for the dramatic.

“No problem, miss,” William says, doing as he’s asked.

“Do we have a name yet?” Elijah asks.

Liliana walks over to the man William has laying on his stomach as he maneuvers his ankles to be tied and snaps his finger in half without flinching.

“Name, please,” she says pleasantly, in the scariest voice I’ve ever fucking heard. It’s innocent and sweet, almost doll-like.

I fucking hate creepy dolls.