Wicked Liar (Dark Syndicate 3)

Massimo and Tristan are in the living room waiting for me.Both wear cautious expressions on their faces when I enter.

I’m not really sure what to say to them, but I know the fact that they’re here and they know I’ve brought Candace back with me like my winning prize is going to cause disagreement.The only thing I have on my side is that the two went ape shit when I told them what was going on.

“What did she say?” Massimo asks.

“Not a God damn thing.”

They exchange worried glances.

“Nothing at all?” Tristan prods.

“She said she's not in trouble.I'm not sure if I believe that."

"She must have needed the money," Tristan intones.

"So why didn't she ask us," Massimo snaps.

"Maybe she needed a ton of money and didn't want to ask."

"She has the money now," I cut in before the two can continue arguing."More money than she can stand."

Massimo grits his teeth and draws in a breath, assuming his boss face when he looks back at me.“Dominic, what do you intend to do with her?”

Here we go. “What do you think?” I taunt with a smirk.

“Dominic, don’t play with me.This is Candace. It’s messy when it comes to you two.”

“I’m not playing with you and I’m well aware of the messy situation between me and her."

“I'm taking her back to mine.” He glances up the stairs.

“You’re not taking her anywhere,” I reply, shocking him.

“Remember who the fuck you’re talking to Dominic,” he snarls.“Don’t think I’m some idiot who doesn’t know you’ll use this to your advantage to get her back.”

“Of course I'm fucking going to use this to my advantage, and there’s not a damn thing either of you will do about it.How fucking dare you come at me?Especially you,” I throw back.

“Why especially me?”

“Massimo, remember how you went about getting Emelia.Jesus Christ, you made her father give her to you as debt repayment and tried to take her inheritance.Fucking hell.” I don’t bother to say anything to Tristan.I give him a pass because at least he hasn’t challenged me.

If he did I’d gladly remind him how he kidnapped Isabella and took her to his island in an attempt to lure her father out of hiding.

Neither of them, from one to the next can tell me shit.

Massimo backs down realizing I’m right.“Don’t you dare hurt her Dominic?”

“I won’t.”

“Dominic.” Worry clouds his eyes.

“What?”

“You’re not using drugs again are you?”

There’s no point being offended.It’s not his fault he has to ask me that question.It’s mine.

Of course, he would ask me that.I’ve been away for two years and close to two years before that I led a secret life they weren’t apart of.Tristan cuts him a glance though I appreciate because he trusts me when I promise to never touch that shit again.