Page 140 of Lethal King

“Of course, I didn’t—”

Flavian stops talking when I lunge forward to kiss Rian.

Shit. I can feel the club owner’s cock twitching against my thigh as I use him as leverage. But I don’t care.

Something has taken over me.

“Since when did you get so fucking sweet?” I hiss into my lion’s mouth.

“That was a mistake,” he grumbles, pushing me back. “It won’t happen again.”

“Can I just say one thing?” Flavian gulps. “I love you both.”

“Shut up,” Rian and I both say simultaneously.

“Yes, sir... Yes, ma’am… Whatever you say.”

“Whatever we say?” I ask. Raising an eyebrow, I turn to our fresh captive.

“Whatever. You. Say.”

“Get us an invite to one of Leander’s parties.”

“I’m afraid there are none on the schedule,” Flavian sighs, looking particularly dejected.

“Then tell us where he holds them. We’ll set up our own,” Rian says.

“I’m afraid I can’t do that either,” Flavian tells us. “His privacy is of the utmost importance. But I can tell you where to find some of my other parties….”

“We aren’t interested in other parties,” Rian barks.

“Oh, then you don’t know about my other parties,” Flavian smiles. Nodding over to the young man tied to the cross, he bites down on his lower lips. “At my parties, I can get you anything you want. Younger. Older. Fresh. Experienced. I trade in them all.”

Trade.

The word triggers a spark of rage in me.

Is Flavian a trafficker?

“You trade in little boys?” Rian growls.

Just like that, his hand clamps back around Flavian’s throat. But the pretend playfulness is gone.

Rian is just as upset as I am.

“I trade in fun,” Flavian chokes, not quite getting the point yet.

That ignorance won’t last for much longer.

Lifting my hand, I wipe away any trace of him from my lips. I can’t fucking believe I kissed that fucker. Even if it was just to prove a point.

“We’ve had enough fun,” Rian snarls. “Now it’s time to get serious.”

“It’s time to change the course of this interrogation,” I agree.

“I’ll go first,” Rian nods.

Taking out his phone, he presses the audio record button before shoving it back into his pocket. Then, he bends over and pulls his pant leg up, revealing a switchblade tucked into his sock.