“I’m sorry,” I lie, moving my mouth to her ear. “I love you, Lili.” I straighten up and turn around, not waiting to see her reaction.
Chapter Twenty
Caleb
“Let’s get this show on the road,” I murmur to the room, nodding at Vittus as I stride past him and head for the ringleader. Vittus hops up and together we rip the tape off each girl’s mouth. The blonde cries, the redhead screams, and the black-haired cunt glares at me without making a sound.
“This is kidnapping,” Gwyneth says, continuing to glare until she spots Elisa behind me, and it’s like a switch has flipped in her head. Her glare becomes a provocative pout as she licks her lips and rakes her gaze over me from head to toe. “Unless it’s round two and we’re role-playing. I’m definitely down for that.”
“I wouldn’t let your treacherous cunt anywhere near my cock, and I hate to burst your bubble, but you suck at sex.”
She barks out a laugh while the blonde continues to sob, and the redhead remains mute. “I know this is forherbenefit, but you can’t lie to me. We were hot together.” Before I can retaliate, she fixes Elisa with a cunning look and grins. “He fucking loved my pussy wrapped around his cock.” Racing footsteps approach, and I glance over my shoulder as Elisa approaches. “He couldn’tget enough. He—” Her head snaps back as Lili lands a solid punch on her nose.
I make a mental note to thank Alesso for that.
“Damn,” Vittus says, sending Elisa an admiring glance. I narrow my eyes at him, and he chuckles.
“Give it to her, Lise,” Gia encourages. Joshua has his arms wrapped around her from behind, and she’s leaning her head back against his chest as they watch this go down.
“Shut your hideous mouth.” Elisa looms over Gwyneth. “No one wants to hear anything you have to say.”
“I beg to differ,” she says as blood trickles from her nose, down over her lips, and onto her chin. “You want to live vicariously through us because we got to fuck the guy you love. You know you’ll never be good enough to please a man like him, so?—”
This time, I land the punch, shoving my fist in her mouth to shut her up. Mom raised us to never lift our voice or raise our fists against a woman in anger.
But she was talking about ladies.
She said nothing about lying cunts, so my conscience is clear.
The sound of teeth cracking is music to my ears, and my grin expands when she emits an agonized cry as her head whips painfully back.
“Let’s get one thing straight, bitch.” I grab her hair and keep her head suspended at an angle that’s got to hurt. “Elisa is the only woman I have ever truly wanted, and she is more than good enough for me. It’s I who isn’t worthy of her.”
“Fuck. You,” she says, spitting blood all over my shirt. A sick smirk ghosts over her blood-coated lips. “Oops, I already did.”
“Shut up, Gwyn,” the redhead says, finally finding her voice. The blonde is still sobbing and cowering in her chair. “Stop antagonizing him.”
“Wake the fuck up, Cara! We’re tied to chairs in some godforsaken shithole. We’re not getting out of this alive, so we might as well have some fun.”
I drop Gwyneth’s head and straighten up, sidling closer to Lili. Turning my gaze to her, I silently ask the question. She nods, and warmth floods my chest. “You’re wrong,” I deadpan, whipping my eyes to the three women tied to chairs. “You will make it home. There’s no fun in killing you, though I seriously considered it.”
“You’re letting us go?” the blonde asks in a timid voice, her words underscored with weak hope.
“Yes, but don’t throw a party yet. You won’t be getting off scot-free. Crimes deserve punishment.”
“Who the fuck made you judge and jury?” Gwyneth scoffs.
“He’s the king of New York,” Elisa says, her voice projecting confidence and pride. “Caleb can do whatever he wants, and there’s no one to stop him.”
“You’re so pathetic, you?—”
Elisa silences her with another punch to the face, and my dick is fucking loving this assertive side of her personality.
“Elisa, please.” The blonde turns pleading eyes on my love. “I’m sorry, all right? I never wanted to be mean. When we met in freshman year, I thought you were cool.” She narrows her eyes at her dark-haired friend. “It was all Gwyn’s idea because she was jealous.”
“Gotta love when the claws come out,” Giulio says, spearing me with a smirk.
“Shut your face, Susie,” Gwyneth snaps.
