Page 116 of The Thug And His Doll


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“God, how stupid of me. I believed your lies, trusted you were telling me the truth that night, even though deep down inside I sensed there was something more.”

“I’m so sorry, Lia. I was quiet that night because I hated that I’d lied to you. I’ve struggled so much with wanting to tell you, and knowing that if I did I’d lose you. I was selfish, ashamed, fucking scared to death, Lia.”

“Is there anything else?” I bite out.

“That’s it. That’s everything.”

“And the man who stole my car, did you hurt him too?”

“I thought about it. I wanted to,” he admits. “But I didn’t. Thoughts of you and Toby stopped me.”

“Christ!” I exclaim, striding away from him, needing to put space between us.

“I fell for you, Lia. You and Toby. I wanted… Shit!” he exclaims, swiping a hand over his face. “I wanted a family of my own. I want you both.”

“No!” I snap.

“No?”

His question remains unanswered because Daisy enters the room, Dalton following her close behind.

“I swear to everything that’s holy, Dalton Gunn, if you don’t leave this instance I’m going to mur–”

Her sentence cuts short as she takes one look at me. I burst into another flood of tears, and they fall unbidden, running in rivulets down my face.

“What’s going on?” she asks, looking between us both. “Drix?”

“Daisy, this isn’t a good time,” he replies.

“What the hell?” Dalton asks, stalling as he enters the room.

A sob escapes my throat, and the little strength I had left in me drains out of my body as I drop to the floor, crying in earnest now. I shove my hands over my mouth, trying to stifle my sobs. I can’t let Toby hear me. He’ll be devastated if he sees me like this.

“Oh, Lia, what’s wrong?” she asks, running to my side, dropping to the floor next to me as she hauls me into her arms.

“I can’t do this,” I cry between sobs.

“Do what? What happened?”

“What the hell is going on?” Dalton asks.

“Do you know what he did? What your father has done?” I accuse, glaring at Dalton.

He blanches, his face paling.

“You do, don’t you? My God, you’re all the same!”

“If someone doesn’t tell me what the fuck is happening right now, I’m going to lose it!” Daisy warns, hauling me closer as I press my face into her neck and cling to her. I realise in that moment how much she means to me, how desperately I’m going to miss her friendship. This is all so messed-up.

“Fuck,” Dalton mutters, dropping onto the couch.

Drix heaves out a sigh. “I’ll tell you everything, Daisy. But not here, I think Lia needs some time alone.”

THIRTY-ONE

DRIX

“This is a bad idea,” Dalton says, trying to prevent Daisy from knocking on the door of the suite his father is staying in tonight. “Just calm down.”

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