Stolen by Truths (Truth or Lies 4)

Langston walks over to me and gives me one look to prepare me. Fuck, this is going to hurt like hell because of the wound in both of my shoulders. It doesn’t matter which one he dislocates.

I close my eyes and tense my body as he grabs my left wrist and throws it behind my body, applying just the right amount of pressure. We’ve tortured men before and know exactly how to dislocate a shoulder.

With one quick pop, my shoulder is out.

But I don’t feel a damn thing—fucking drugs. I should be in tears or cursing up a storm right now. I should be making Kai worried for me. This blow, after almost drowning, would have been enough to break her. Instead, I can’t even fake being in pain.

Langston looks to Archard, “When can I pop it back in place?”

“When the game is over.”

I hold my dislocated left shoulder loosely in my right arm, knowing if it’s still dislocated when the drugs wear off it’s going to hurt like a motherfucker.

And then I look at Kai, trying to decide if I’m going to let her go through the pain.

She just winks at me. She’s had her shoulder dislocated before.

I shake my head. Of course, she has. She’s been through more pain than anything else.

Milo grabs her right arm, her dominant hand—the fucker. And then he takes his time examining it, holding it in his hands as if he’s never dislocated a shoulder before and doesn’t know how it’s done.

Liesel crosses her arms and stares right at me. She wants me to end this. But I think Kai would kill me for ending this on something easy. She can handle this like the warrior she is.

It’s me who is weak. Kai is my weakness. And I’m not afraid to show it.

“Stop messing around and do it already. Kai’s not fazed by your antics. She’s stronger than you realize,” I say to Milo.

Milo growls and then throws her arm back.

The pop is audible for everyone in the room to hear.

I wince as I stare at Kai, but she just smiles like he cracked her knuckles and not her shoulder.

When he releases her, she cracks her neck side to side in an amused sort of way.

And damn if I don’t get hard watching how much of a badass she is. Why I ever thought she wasn’t strong enough to be Black is beyond me. She’s the strongest person in this room. And my heart is hers completely.

15

Kai

God, my shoulder stings. But I’m not going to let this room filled with men know that. They all look at me with predatory eyes, just waiting for me to show how much of an easy prey I am. But they are sadly mistaken if they think I’m going to show a second of weakness.

I don’t even let myself cradle my arm. No weakness. I feel like a great warrior about to end a battle.

Enzo is strong, so this fight could last forever. But I won’t let it. This game was built for me. My father designed a twisted game and then prepared me in the worst way for it. Enzo’s father was evil, but he has nothing on my sick father.

“Knife,” I say to Archard. I’m tired of waiting. I want this game over.

Archard hands me the knife which I point over my heart. “Going to stab me in the heart again?” I ask Milo, trying my best to sound threatening. This game is as much psychological as it is physical.

Milo takes the knife, presses it close to my heart, but then at the last minute stabs me in the back.

I laugh, not feeling a damn thing. “You would be the kind of man who would stab me in the back.”

“And you are the kind of woman who is going to look good lying on her back while I fuck you,” Milo says, so low only I can hear.

I growl. “Never going to happen.”