Taken by Lies (Truth or Lies 1)

I might let him fuck me, but I won’t let him take advantage of me.

The kiss will end soon. I can feel it. So I do the only thing I can to gain more information.

I slip my hand into his back pocket and fish out his phone. I know he didn’t notice. I’m an expert at picking pockets when I want to be. I let him catch me with the wallet so I could more easily retrieve the more expensive watch.

The kiss ends.

I don’t know who stops it. It just happens.

Enzo’s eyes stare intently at my swollen lip. His thumb brushes across the sore. I see the blood before his thumb moves to mouth, and he sucks it off.

Neither of us speaks about what just happened. We just stare and pretend that kiss didn’t change everything.

I slip his phone into my back pocket before he realizes it’s missing.

“Bathroom…” I say suddenly needing a moment alone.

I don’t wait for him to nod or tell me where one is. I dash away, through the sliding door where Enzo retrieved our drinks. I don’t care where the bathroom is; I don’t need it. I need to stop letting Enzo affect my body and use my head. I need to realize the danger I put myself in.

I open the nearest door and step inside before shutting it and locking it. I slip the phone out of my pocket and stare at it.

It’s password protected.

Of course, it is.

Shit, what was I thinking?

It buzzes.

I jump, staring at it like it’s just come alive.

The phone may be locked, but the message still shows up on the home screen.

The message is from Black, his boss.

* * *

Black: Is Kai dead yet?

* * *

I blink. Over and over.

I’m not reading that right.

But every time I reread it, it says the same thing.

Eventually, the screen goes dark, and when I hit the home button again the message is gone, only an alert left that he has an unread message.

Dead.

That’s what Enzo is doing here. He was sent to kill me.

The door opens, but I don’t have to turn to know Enzo has a gun pointed at my head.

“Do you have any more questions, thief?”

His words cut through me like glass. I may be a thief, but he’s an assassin.