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Decker
She stiffens, her body instantly rigid, her face draining of color.
I allow her time to process. Give her the sweet, delicious seconds for my words to sink in. “Want me to give you a few minutes to strategize your way out of this one?”
She remains silent for a minute. Then two. Finally, resignation blinks into her eyes, and she begins righting her clothes. Her movements are violent, a frantic storm of yanked underwear and loose hair.
I lean against the fridge, pretending I’m calm and in control when my pulse is erratic. “How long have you known I’m the informant?”
She doesn’t answer. She keeps those lips pressed tight as she straightens her dress and flips her hair out from beneath the collar of her cardigan. She’s striving for anger when I can clearly see panic in her features.
“How long, Keira?”
She stalks away, and I stop her with a tight grip around her wrist, yanking her back to my side. She glares at me, her eyes filled with fury.
“How long?” I growl.
“Two minutes.” She snatches her arm away. “You’re the last person I thought capable of snitching.”
I chuckle under my breath. “That’s a nice story, but I don’t believe you. You’ve known for a while. You used that sweet pussy of yours to distract me from the truth.”
She winces.
“Don’t worry. If I whored myself out for my family, I’d be embarrassed to admit it, too.”
Her arm snaps up, flying toward my face.
I grab her wrist before she can slap me and entwine our fingers with force. “I’ve suffered enough injuries because of you today.”
“I can’t believe it was you this whole time.” She pulls away, claiming disgust when she had no problem fucking me a few minutes prior. “You’re the one who’s been betraying my family?”
“Pretending you weren’t setting me up is a waste of time.”
Her gaze meets mine, vicious and stony. “I didn’t know.”
I clench my teeth, my patience lost. I walk into her, pushing her backward to cage her against the counter, my face a breath from hers. “Stop lying to me.”
Her eyes blaze with emotion—fear, anger, heartbreak. The kaleidoscope changes so quickly I’m not sure which one she expects me to believe.
She leans back, placing an inch of space between us. “Sebastian, I didn’t…” She shakes her head, her face draining of color.
“How long?” I snap.
“Get off me.” She pushes at my chest, digging her fingers into ribs I’m sure are fractured.
I grunt through the pain, stumbling back, and she rushes out from beneath me. I clench my teeth and clutch the counter, trying to figure out the motives behind her continued denial.
“I’m going to grow tired of this pretty fucking quickly. I already know you lied about your father. There’s no point pretending.”
She maneuvers around the dining table, using it as a shield. A fucking pathetic one at best.
“That table won’t save you,” I drawl. “There’s no phone out here. No communication devices. Not another soul for miles. Nobody even knows you’re here. So I suggest you stop fighting the inevitable.”
“You need to let me go.” She grips the back of one of the wooden chairs. “Cole will track you down if you hurt me. He won’t give up.”
I laugh. “He’ll have to beat Hunter to it.”
“He knows?” Her brows skyrocket. “That’s why he took you away to talk this morning.” Slowly, her face slackens. “He never came back. What did you do to him?”
“Far less than he did to me, that’s for sure.” I point to my face, my ribs, and take solace in the fact she’s doesn’t assume Hunter is my accomplice. Yes, it might be another ploy, but I’ll take whatever solace I can get at this stage.
“Is he safe?” she demands.
“He’s safer than you are. Now sit down.”
A rapid exhale rushes from her lips and her gaze shoots around the room—to the door leading outside, the entrance to the hall, the pictures on the wall, then finally the duffle on the counter. “What are you going to do? Kill me?”
“Let’s take it one step at a time. First, I want answers. How long have you known?” I repeat. “What did I do that tipped you off?”
She shakes her head in denial.
“You’re going to tell me everything, Keira. Either by choice or by force.”
She becomes more frantic with the assessment of her surroundings. She takes in the chairs around her, the knives in the distant cutting block, the empty fruit bowl in the center of the table. She wants to hurt me, and I’m a sick motherfucker for the buzz of anticipation shooting through my limbs.
“Before you consider ru
Her gaze flicks to the gray duffle again. “What’s in there?”
“Hunter’s tools.” I grin. “Let your imagination run wild with the possibilities.”
“Stop it,” she snaps. “I know you won’t hurt me.”
“Either sit down or I’ll come grab you and tie you in place. It’s your choice. And God knows I’m itching for a reason to manhandle you.” I snatch at the duffle, sliding it toward me. I yank open the zipper and pull out the cable ties, electrical tape, rope, and pliers, placing them on display along the counter. “This is the last time I ask—how long have you known?”
“I’ve told you,” she pleads. “I didn’t know.”
“Then why tell me the bullshit story about your father?”
“To prove your loyalty. I thought it would be an easy way to convince Cole you’re on our side. I told you a huge secret—”
“A huge fucking lie,” I clarify.
“Yes.” She nods. “I told you a huge lie to convince him we could trust you. I thought you were different.”
“Oh, believe me, I thought you were different, too, precious. But your story doesn’t make sense. You would never risk a rumor like that getting out.”
“Exactly. I didn’t have any doubts of your loyalty.”
“Bullshit.” I snatch the cable ties off the counter and stalk around the table toward her. “Do you want me to tell you what I think happened?”
She pulls out a chair, slowing my chase.
“You and Cole organized the shooting, making sure I was by your side when the bullets strategically hit the ceiling to ensure nobody got hurt. Your brother then demanded I protect you, and you led us out of town to a place where you could attempt to seduce answers out of me. Am I close?”
She keeps retreating, her position always opposite to mine.
“The breakdown in the shower was bullshit,” I accuse. “Sleeping on the sofa with me was a strategy to win me over. You fucked me in an attempt to get under my skin. And that sob story about being raped was a load of fucking crap.”
“No.” She shakes her head, reiterating her lies.
“You and Cole pla
She screams, the sound reverberating off the walls as she sprints for the hall.
I jump to the ground, catching her from behind in two steps. I cage her arms to her sides, her ass bucking against me as I place my mouth near her ear. “Chasing you feels as good as I thought it would.”
She struggles, killing my chest with the wild-beast routine while I drag her to the closest chair and force her to take a seat. I straddle her, pi