Page 12 of Liars

What the hell did he mean by he’s going to take me to bed?“What—?!” The question barely left my lips as bear-size hands moved to my waist.

“I think I might puke,” he murmured, his breath stirring my hair.

Oh, hell no.

“Not in my room you’re not. Get out.” With more force, I attempted to move him off me again without success. He was like a damn truck. Immoveable.

His body stiffened on top of me. “What do you meanyourroom?” He glanced around for the first time, taking in the dark space, and eventually landing back on me. This time, he looked at me with a critical glance. Really looked at me. “You’reher. The girl my father brought home.”

I caught the undertone of disgust in his tone. It was hard to miss, but what I couldn’t distinguish was whether it was me or his father he loathed. For the first time since he barreled in, I saw his face. Well, as much as I could see given the lack of light, but I noticed the similarities between him and his father. This had to be one of Donovan’s sons. They shared the same jawline and nose. “I have a name. It’s Kaylor. Fucking use it,” I spat into his face.

His lips twisted into a cruel smirk. “I'm surprised you’re not staying in his room.”

The fuck.Why would he say that? He made it sound so dirty like my being forced into this was for his father's pleasure and not because the courts deemed it so. “I don’t have a choice. Trust me, I don’t want to be here.”

He blinked, groggy and unfocused, before a lopsided smirk tugged at his lips. “You could run away. I might even help you.”

“Maddox. Where the fuck did you go?” someone grumbled from the hallway. An outline of a figure appeared, lingering in the doorway, and before my eyes could pick out the features of his face in the dark, a soft yellow glow of warmth flooded the room. I almost wished we’d remained in the shadows.

I gasped, an embarrassing audible sound that had the guy still on top of me glancing down, but I couldn’t take my gaze off the most perfect tatted specimen of male I’d ever seen leaning against the door frame. He had hair a shade darker than the ox pinning me to the floor, and he had these silver eyes that made me feel like I was staring directly into the stars.

He was fucking gorgeous in an annoying way. It was criminal. Even the two tiny scars under his right eye made him sexier. Scowling, he looked me over, taking in the sight of me like he had all the time in the world. When he finished, his expression looked unimpressed, bored even.

Asshole.

Not that I gave a shit what he thought of me—what any of them thought of me. They were as insignificant to me as I was to them.

“What are you doing on the floor?” the gorgeous jerk directed to the drunk idiot. The light caught something on his nose. A piercing. It suited him.

“Kreed!” Maddox groaned again, finally rolling off me and onto his back.

I wasted no time, scrambling away, my heart racing as I got to my feet, standing near the bed. What was happening right now?

Those piercing silver eyes tracked me, a single raven brow lifting. “Who are you?”

I glared at him, cradling my arm as I fought against a wave of pain. “None of your fucking business,” I gritted out.

Kreed’s sharp gaze shifted to who I assumed was his brother. Maddox squinted against the light, shielding his eyes with one hand as he sat up, shoving his disheveled hair away from his face. His hoodie stretched over an expansive chest as he smirked at Kreed. He had a rougher look about him than Kreed did, which said a lot considering. His features were marred by the unmistakable haze of someone who had drunk far too much. “I found a girl.”

“When don’t you find a girl?” Kreed muttered.

Maddox pushed himself to his feet, swaying slightly. “It’s the one Dad brought home. What should we do with her?”

Tendrils of unease fluttered into my belly. What did he mean, do with me?

Kreed moved forward, lending his brother a hand before he faceplanted the floor. “You're drunk, Maddox. Go to bed.”

I spotted four small tattoos on Kreed’s fingers below the knuckles. I was pretty sure they were the suits from a deck of cards. Heart. Spade. Diamond. And club.

Maddox’s lips curled into a sloppy grin. “I was on my way there when she threw herself at me.”

Like hell.I snorted. “You fucking fell on me, you buffoon.”

Maddox’s smirk disappeared quicker than it appeared, his features becoming something frightening. “First an ape, now a buffoon. Insult me again and see what happens.”

The last thing I should do was show any kind of fear, or they would walk all over me. “Touch me again and I’ll make sure that no future little Maddoxes are possible.”

Maddox tried to take a step toward me, but Kreed held on to him. “You’ve got nerve threatening me. Not many people would. Even fewer girls.”

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