Page 85 of Cup of Lies

It takes every ounce of self-control in me not to beg for him to fuck me anyway, doctor’s orders be damned. Thankfully, he keeps his desire in check.

“Come on,” Caius says, pulling away and taking my hand. “Date night isn’t over. You owe me a dance.”

I flash him a stupid, lovestruck grin.

And he gives me one back.

Caius

Pounding on our bedroom door has me jolting up, panic clawing at my throat. Kaitlyn shrieks, Sunshine barks, and Nova lets out a furious howl.

What the fuck?

I burst out of bed, throwing my jeans over my boxers on the way out the door, not bothering with a shirt. Romy’s voice can be heard calming the girls as I exit the room.

“You have to see this,” Koyn rumbles, motioning for me to follow him.

I make my way to the living room area in the clubhouse, where the television is on. There’s a news alert from the White House.

President Huxley is dead.

“What the hell is going on?” I ask, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. “How did he die?”

The press secretary, with tears in his eyes, explains how the president was found this morning having apparently hung himself from his bathroom door with a bed sheet.

“There will be an intense investigation,” the press secretary vows, “but our initial findings indicate it was a suicide. Vice President O’Malley will be sworn in as president very soon. As more information is given to us, we’ll pass it on to the American people. It’s our hope to be as transparent as possible.”

Someone cuts in and barks out a question. “Do you think the suicide has anything to do with the evidence and footage leaked by hackers last night? Was he responsible for those terriblethings they claimed? Is that why he took his life? To avoid the consequences?”

“That is all. Thank you.”

People talk all over each other, but the press secretary leaves the podium, not answering any of the questions, despite his proclamation of transparency.

Nees mutes it as the newscasters start discussing it. “Holy shit. That’s wild. The trash takes itself out.”

“He killed himself,” I mutter, astonished. “Unbelievable.”

That man tortured me as a teenager. He fucked with my head so incredibly much that I was practically foaming at the mouth to give him even an ounce back of what he gave me. I wanted to make him pay for what he did to me and Romy. I’d had dreams of carving excruciating pain from every inch of his flesh. Admittedly, Dragon gave me some gruesome tips.

“It’s not what we wanted,” Koyn states, arms crossed over his barrel chest, “but it’s something. At least we know his power and influence ends with him.”

One down, two to go.

Huxley, Gideon, and my father, Orion, were the masterminds behind everything. It’s crazy to believe we’re making progress on our plan, even if it’s not going exactly to plan.

“Any word on Doc Junior?” I ask, desperately wishing for a coffee to wake my ass up so I can think clearly.

Koyn, obviously in tune with my needs, tilts his head toward the bar area for me to follow. I take a seat at the barstool while he sets to making a pot of coffee.

“That guy is still lying low. With his father killing himself, though, he’ll be forced to make a statement. Once he shows his face, we can pinpoint where he is.”

“What’s the plan for him?”

Koyn shrugs. “I told Dragon he can have a little fun. Get creative.”

I grimace at what that might mean for Doc Junior. I’m not sorry, though. He was a co-conspirator in the mindfucking of my girls. He deserves whatever Dragon’s insane ass delivers.

Koyn slides a black cup of coffee my way. I sip the hot caffeine, thankful for the stoutness of it.

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