Page 251 of Saving Her

“Color me curious, too,” Hunt drawls. “The suspense is killing me.”

Benji keeps his mouth shut as Sarah drives from the parking lot, the purr of the second car starting moments later.

It’s Layla who crumples as she turns to face her brother. “It was a misunderstanding. I thought he was cheating on me.”

Jesus.

Fuck.

Not this bullshit again.

I fight a telling reaction. I force myself not to close my eyes at the compounding lies. I use all my strength to hold back a sneer. But the weight of Decker’s gaze bores into me from the top of the steps. He’s reading me, his narrowed stare demanding the truth.

“I’ve set her straight.” Benji wraps an arm around his wife’s waist. “She was paranoid with me being away too long.”

“Is that right?” Torian straightens to his full height, all regal and superior. “Why do I have a feeling you’re lying?”

“I swear on my life, I’m not cheating on her.” Benji holds up a hand in surrender. “I never would.”

I mentally scoff. His life isn’t worth dick. Cheating or not.

“Layla,” Torian warns. “Tell me the truth.”

“I am.” Her throat works over a heavy swallow, her guilt clear for everyone to see. “He’s not cheating.”

“Shit. This is serious.” Hunt inches closer. “What’s going on? And why wasn’t I involved?”

“Stay out of this,” I warn. “The last thing this night needs is your commentary.”

“Touchy much?”

“Quit the shit.” Torian raises his voice. “You realize this neighborhood is being watched, right? I told you all I’d have men everywhere. Did you think about that when you were having your domestic argument out in the open air?”

He’s bluffing.

“Do you want to know the updates texted to me while I was inside trying to entertain our guests?” he continues. “Want me to show you?”

They’re lies.

We kept our voices down. The guard in the silver sedan would’ve only seen the fight. Nobody would’ve heard us. Butfuck. I wouldn’t stake my life on it.

Everyone falls silent as I struggle to come up with a plan. I need to get Benji out of here. We only need a head start.

“You look tense, Luc.” Torian’s tone is threatening. “Want me to take a guess at why?”

“I fucked up.” Benji speaks before I get the chance. “Luca’s not involved.”

“Shut your mouth,” I warn.

“It’s true.” He straightens, raising his chin. “I need to take responsibility.”

“I said, shut the fuck up, Ben.” I glare at him.

“Please, Benji.” Layla grabs his wrist. “We’ll talk about this at home.”

“No, you’ll talk about it here.” Torian steps closer to my brother. “Now.”

“He stole money,” I mutter. “He stole money frommeand I’m pissed. That’s all this is—a family matter. It’s nobody else’s business.”

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