“I don’t believe you, Liesel. I know you’re lying. You tore the note in half before you gave it to me. You knew the house was going to explode. What aren’t you telling me?”
His grip under my chin strengthens as his resolve weakens. His voice is low and grumbly. He’s trying to look strong and unbreakable, but there is a hint of the boy I used to know underneath his blonde eyelashes. He wants me to tell him not because he’s worried about our safety but because I want to share information with him. Because I trust him. I do trust him more than he’ll ever know. If I didn’t trust him, I’d take Atlas far away from him. He’s the only man I trust with my son.
I just can’t let him further into the depths of my dark soul. I know what I have to do, and Langston will hate me for it. I can handle the hate if I didn’t know anything else, but I can’t handle him hating me after feeling his love.
“I’m not hiding anything from you, killer. I’ve told you everything you need to know to keep us safe.”
“What was on the other half of the note?”
“Just a personal attack against me. Something about calling me a bitch and whore, I didn’t think you needed to read it.”
His eyes narrow, and his tongue licks his lips. “Liar.”
Of course I’m lying, but I refuse to tell him the rest. Not until I know it’s the truth myself. Not until I’ve done what needs to be done.
“So what if I am lying? You’re not going to be able to get me to tell you the truth, so drop it.”
“Kai and Siren are going to be disappointed their plan failed so quickly. Just like that, you don’t trust me anymore.”
“I never trusted you.”
“I beg to disagree. You seem to trust me plenty with my cock in your mouth and tight cunt. Should I remind you?”
“You wouldn’t do that to Phoenix.” My chest rises and falls in hushed breaths.
Langston smirks. His eyes turn a wicked shade of black.
My mouth dries, just imagining his lips on mine. It’s all I ever crave. If it wasn’t for Atlas, my every thought would be consumed with Langston. I’d fuck him right here and not give a damn about hurting Phoenix’s feelings. But she’s Atlas’ mother. She will always be his mother. I can’t do that to her.
I shake my head and finally pull myself out of his grasp. I’m still trapped in my seat, boxed in beneath his arm.
“Phoenix needs to face reality.” He tilts his head as a lock of his hair falls into his eyes. I want to reach up and swipe it out of his eyes, but I remain motionless.
“What do you mean?”
He huffs. “I asked her for a divorce.”
I blink. I must have imagined him. There is no way he wants to divorce Phoenix. She’s the mother of his children.
“Don’t act like you didn’t hear me. I asked Phoenix for a divorce.”
“And…” my voice cracks. “What did she say?”
“Phoenix and I are getting a divorce as soon as this is all over.”
“Sure, you are. And I’m going to be the next Queen of England.”
His eyes roam down my body. “You’d make one hot as fuck queen.”
I roll my eyes.
And then his lips graze my cheek.
“What are you doing?”
“Getting you to tell me the truth or fucking you in the back of this jet. The choice is yours.”
I swallow, but the lump in my throat barely moves. My palms sweat, and my body tingles. I’m not going to survive his form of torture.