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“Then get the fuck out.”
Spencer quickly follows Zeke’s command, leaving the three of us alone with the bomb he just dropped.
West sinks into a chair across from me. “Nico fucking Constantine,” he says again with a shake of his head. “What the actual fuck?”
“You think she’s fucking him?” The mere thought of anyone’s hands on Lily makes me burn with jealous rage, an emotion I’ve never felt before in my life.
Zeke barks a humorless laugh. “Why the fuck else would she spend an hour alone with him in his hotel room, Fitch?”
West scrubs his hands over his face and looks up at the ceiling. “She might not be fucking him, but she’s definitely up to something.”
“You think she knows what went down between us and Carmine Constantine?” I ask.
“Who knows? But that was fourteen fucking years ago.” He gives me a pained look and shakes his head. “I don’t know how that could have anything to do with now.”
I sink into an empty chair like a deflated balloon. “He have any connections to Jensen Michaels? You think he’s trying to fuck up our deal somehow?”
West frowns. “The deal’s as good as done. And what the fuck would the Constantines want with a media company?”
“What the fuck do they want with Lily?” I retort.
West scowls. “Whatever it is, she’s been lying to us all along. She’s been meeting that Constantine piece of shit all this time and never once mentioned him. I’d guarantee he’s the guy who paid for her college. The one she couldn’t keep her hands off of. She’s been fucking the three of us and then sneaking off to his hotel.”
“Maybe it’s something to do with her article?” I know I’m clutching at straws, but there’s no way I can believe that our girl’s been pretending with us all this time.
Zeke sighs. “Genevievedoesn’t publish features on the fucking Mafia, Fitch.”
My head is spinning so fast I feel like I might throw up. Lily wouldn’t do anything to hurt us. She fucking loves us. “So we do what?” After a long moment of silence, during which tension infuses the air and makes it difficult to breathe, West sits up straight and twists his head from side to side. “When we get home tonight, we ask her about her day. And if she fails to mention spending an hour in Nico Constantine’s hotel room, we’ll know that she’s a fucking liar.”
ChapterThirty-Eight
LILY
I’m preparing dinner when West sneaks up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist. “Hey, princess. Something smells good.”
My hands are covered in sauce, so I rub my cheek against his. “I’m making lasagna.”
“No, not that.” He runs his nose along my jawline. “Pretty sure it’s you.”
Zeke strides into the kitchen and rolls his eyes. “Oh, let her the fuck go, West.”
“Yeah, I’m starving. Let Lily make dinner, and then we can fuck her after,” Xander adds with a cheeky laugh.
West slaps my ass and takes a seat with the others at the island.
“You do anything interesting today, buttercup?”
I freeze for a second, but then I remember that they always ask me about my day when they get home. Guilt sits on my chest like a lead weight every time I lie to them, and it’s making me paranoid. “Just work. It was all kind of boring really. Tell me about your day.”
Xander starts telling a funny story about a cold call he got from a guy offering to help him grow his business, but once he figured out who he was speaking to, the guy asked for a job. I only half listen, my mind wandering to Nico and Doc and all the secrets I’m keeping from the men I love most. I wish more than anything that I could just tell everyone the truth. It feels like the burden of carrying so many secrets by myself will crush me if I don’t. But how do I confide in them without putting them and other people I care about at risk?
I swallow down the confession that’s forever perched on the tip of my tongue and join their conversation instead.
ChapterThirty-Nine
ZEKE
Ipace up and down Julian Barnes’s office, unable to sit calmly like West, who’s taking point on the questions. Lily’s been lying to us, and I have no fucking idea why. Surely Bree was wrong about this though. She can’t be writing an exposé on us. She wouldn’t.
