Page 67 of Virtuous Lies

I take a step back, and Leo smirks at me. “Bianca,” he greets. “I’d offer you to join in, but I’d like to save my throat from the damageNecktiewould inflict if I did.”

Movement in the corner of the room forces my gaze away from the sight before me, and I’m equal parts thankful and embarrassed, both emotions lost to shock as I watch a man, bound, gagged, and tied to a chair, struggle against his restraints. Blood covers most of his face, bruising covering the slivers of skin not yet stained by blood. He yells and screams through the rag tied over his mouth.

“Umm...” I look at the ground, exhaling deeply.

The woman on her knees doesn’t even pause in her efforts, the wet slurp of her tongue piercing the air.

I forced my way into the club with intention. I had a goal, but the scene playing out before me has me flailing in powerful channels of uncertainty and unease. My motive is dying, and I roll my shoulders, attempting to erase my thoughts and claim it back.

I glance at the man in the corner again. He mumbles something inaudible, likely a plea for help, but I ignore him. He is not my problem.

Leo groans in pleasure, and I grimace. “Beau here thought he could paint Crystal’s skin black and blue. He’s a weak piece of shit. Isn’t that right, Beau?”

Beau remains silent, and my fists clench in unrest, knowing, without prior experience, that silence is the wrong answer.

Beau drops his head, further disrespecting the underboss. Leo lifts his gun, taking aim at his captive’s crown. “Lift your head,pompinara.”

Cocksucker.

Leo slurs his words, from pleasure or anger, I can’t tell. Likely both.

The man lifts his head.

“Answer me.” Leo thrusts his hips upward. “You’re a weak piece of shit, correct?”

Beau nods, and Leo smiles.

“It’s important for me to teach men like this a lesson,” Leo tells me. “We take care of our girls, isn’t that right, baby?”

Crystal hums around Leo’s cock, and I look at the ceiling.

“A lesson?” I ask, regretting my decision to speak immediately.

“Beau herewasCrystal’s boyfriend, but he doesn’t like the word no.” Leo’s eyes spark with mirth when I look at him again.

My scowl turns on the bloodied man in the room.

“Before he dies,” Leo continues, “I thought he should be gifted the vision of his girl swallowing my cock to take with him into hell.”

I’m shocked into silence, my thoughts having deserted me and my body frozen in place.

“Crystal, honey, I’m gonna blow. Pull back so I can spray it over Beau’s face. It’s only right that he has a memorable last meal.”

Crystal does as instructed, and I duck my head as Leo moves toward Beau, his hand running over his hard cock in quick movements.

“Rot in hell, asshole,” he groans, and my curiosity gets the better of me. I lift my head, watching as Leo grabs Beau's hair, forcing his head into position as he ejaculates over his bloodied face with a devilish smile.

My mouth falls open in shock.

“Crystal, head outta here, honey. He won’t bother you again.” Leo pushes Beau’s face away, and the man begins to cry.

“Thanks, Leo,” Crystal whispers, pushing past me and disappearing out of sight.

Tucking himself back into his pants, Leo fastens his belt. “You’re outta line being here, Bianca.” He turns his attention to me, moving back toward the desk to retrieve his gun. “Vincent isn’t here, but he’ll be raging that you are.”

I turn on my heel and walk away before I can bear witness to what I have no doubt is about to ensue, ignoring Leo’s veiled threat.

In the main room, my father sits on a stool, wearing a scowl on his face. “You stupid girl.”

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