Betrayed by Truths (Truth or Lies 2)

He sucks in a breath. “Thank you for your mercy, Mr. Black.”

We both stand—our dealings done. I don’t keep him alive out of mercy. I keep him alive because he’s a weasel that may lead me to who is hunting Kai. I can track him and find out who he’s working with easier if he’s alive instead of dead.

“Now, help a man out and tell me where you found a woman like Katherine. Who did you buy her from? It’s clear from the markings on her body that she was a whore you bought and then marked as your own.”

I lose it.

My full furry comes down on him as I punch him in the face. Then riddle him with more punches to every part of his body.

Maybe I was wrong. Maybe he’s worth more dead than alive. At least my conscience will survive another day. At least I can protect Kai from one more monster. Because this bastard deserves to die.

5

Kai

I shudder as I storm down the hallway, not able to get away from Dallas fast enough. He’s a vile, disgusting man. And as much as I wanted to show my strength, that I’m Enzo’s equal, I was happy to have Enzo deal with the wretched man by himself.

Enzo—my fake husband.

I thought we were done with the lies, but at least this time, I’m in on the lie. Everyone else is left seeking the truth.

The ring feels heavy on my finger. The metal frosting against my cold skin as if molding to the temperature of my body.

The ring could ensure my future, even if I lose.

But I won’t accept it. I don’t need money to survive. To flourish. Not even to live.

I may forever hold hatred and pain for Enzo, but I won’t cause Enzo the same pain. I might hurt him, but not by taking the only thing left that reminds him of his mother.

Why would I want any part of this life?

Even if it could provide me with security.

I would lose myself, go mad, if I had to deal with disgusting men like Dallas every day. No wonder Enzo has darkened until there is nothing left but his fiery exterior that is ready to burst every second with a temper that can’t be calmed.

I envy the fire in him. It keeps him warm and ensures he never backs down. Never loses himself. Never gives up.

I need to leave.

I need to run.

I need to be free.

I usually wouldn’t go back on my word. But after feeling trapped in a room with a man that makes Enzo look like a saint, I have to get to air.

I don’t think.

I just go.

My legs moving quickly through the hallways in the shadows. When I pass a group of men, I walk boldly, like I’m their queen.

“Katherine, would you like me to pull the car around for you?” Zeke asks.

I pause realizing he is one of the men in the group. I clench my teeth trying to figure out how to avoid a confrontation.

“Who is the broad?” one of the men asks Zeke.

My eyes tighten into dark holes where only demons can exist as I stare at the group of men. “My name is Katherine Black.”