I don't know him well enough to trust him with my true intentions. He helped us last time, but that could have been because he just wanted someone to beat his dad up for him. I guess we would see how he really was during this dinner.
"Reasons, sounds suspicious. I hope it's what I think it is."
I stared at him from the corner of my eye, watching him carefully. I recognized the mask he had placed on his face. It was the same one I would wear when I lived with dad. This place really was hell for him.
Poor kid.
"And what do you think it is?" I cocked my head to the side slightly as I met his eyes.
"To give Chris a beating this time?" He questioned with a shrug.
"Sadly, not this time."
"When you decide to do it, please let me be there."
I couldn't tell if he enjoys watching violence or if he just hates Chris and Daniel that much. The first was concerning. The second would make him an ally, one I could really use.
"Why?"
"He's an asshole, just like dad. I hate them both, with every single cell in my body."
I saw a darkness in him as he spoke, something deep and cruel. He had a deep hatred for his brother and father. Maybe there was a good Darnell in this family, after all.
"You and I both. Tell me your name. I didn't catch it when I was last here."
"I guess I sort of skipped that part when your friend told me about what dad did to you. My name's Grayson, but you can call me Jared. I go by my middle name just to piss off Dad. Mom picked it and he hates it." He had this childish smirk as he spoke, seeming happy to make his father mad.
"Okay, Jared. As you know, I'm Lisa and that friend you speak of? Her name is Izzy."
"Izzy," he whispered, as if he was in awe of it. I smirked, recognizing a crush when I saw one.
Good luck, buddy.
"Ah, Lisa, wonderful to see you again."
Daniel's voice registered from the top of the stairs as he made his way down. Each step was slow and intentional, trying to intimidate me, all the while holding a fake friendly smile on his face. He was still mad about what we'd done to him when we were last here. I was not sure what Jared did to keep him from pressing charges on us, but I was grateful for whatever it was.
"I can't say the same, Daniel."
The goal of today was to get them to hit me.
If I could get one of them to show their true colors while I was wearing this hidden camera in my broach, then I could hold it against them. If it got out that they hit women, they'd be ruined. So here I was being a bitch from the get go. At least I was great at pissing men off, so this shouldn't be too hard.
"Ouch, that hurts," he said, clutching his chest as if I had stabbed him with my words.
He feigned being hurt with amusement. He seems to be in a good mood, but I was not sure why. I didn't shy away, or back down as he approached me, leaning his head down to my ear to whisper.
"That is a very naughty video, Lisa."
Of course he watched it.
"Did you imagine yourself in place of your son?"
Taunt away,Lisa.
"Darling, I do a much better job than my son. You'd know that if you would have taken me up on my offer."
He backed away then, trailing his eyes down my body hungrily. I felt disgusted, wanting to shiver so badly, but I fought it off. I would not show any weakness, not even disgust.
