Betrayed by Truths (Truth or Lies 2)

I breathe deeply in and out; my anger is furying inside me.

Archard stops at the door. “I came to let you know preparations have begun for the first game. It won’t be too long now.”

And then he’s gone.

I glare at Enzo. “I will leave.”

He shakes his head. “Not until you are safe. You lost fair and square. You’re mine until I say you can go.”

“There is nothing fair about this.”

“No, but that was a lesson you learned long before me.”

His eyes glaze over, and I see his cock still straining against his pants.

“You need to shower and change. Your last sin still clings to you,” I say talking about the blood on his shirt.

“It wasn’t a sin if I was protecting an innocent.”

He means me. He thinks he protected my honor or something by killing Dallas.

My eyes focus in on his crotch. I try to imagine what his cock would feel like inside me. Would it burn my insides as he took me? Or would my body welcome him in, feeling whole for the first time?

“Don’t act like you don’t want me,” Enzo says, his voice dripping with lust.

“Why haven’t you fucked me?” I ask.

“When you ask, I will.”

I frown. “What does that mean? It’s clear you want me; what’s stopping you?”

“I don’t hurt women.”

“Ha! You don’t hurt them yourself; you just sell them and have other men do it for you.”

Enzo doesn’t argue. And I’m tired of fighting. I need to save all my strength to find a plan to escape and then the rest to pull the truth from my father.

A knock interrupts us.

“Miss Miller, the stylist has arrived,” Westcott says.

I exhale, trying to let go of my frustration because I need to get a haircut and new clothes if I want a chance of being taken seriously.

“Thank you, Westcott.”

I follow Westcott upstairs to the bedroom I share with Enzo. That will stop. I won’t share anything with him—not anymore.

“Claire Holland, this is Mrs. Black,” Westcott says, introducing me as Enzo’s husband.

I eye Westcott, waiting for him to leave as the perky blond woman approaches me with a broad smile on her face. Westcott leaves us.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Claire,” I say.

She smiles brightly holding her hands out to take mine in hers.

I can’t let her touch me.

“I’m so excited to see what clothes you brought.” I move past her toward the racks of clothes now hanging throughout the room.