Page 38 of Wicked Truths
Milly picks up her drink and sighs.
But my heart is still racing from the way Con looked over at our table. It might not have been me he was looking at, but chances are it was.
“I’ll be a minute.” I excuse myself to head to the bathroom, needing a moment away from his watchful eyes.
The restroom offers no refuge from my swirling thoughts; instead, it feels suffocating.
After I dab water on my neck, I step back outside and gasp at seeing Con, who is waiting for me by the exit. He’s leaning casually against the wall like he owns it.
“Have you kept your mouth shut?” His voice drips with poison as he blocks my path.
I try to sidestep him, but he slams me against the wall with surprising force, pinning me there so close that his breath mingles with mine. His face lowers until his mouth touches my ear. “Don’t forget who you’re dealing with.” His whisper sends chills down my spine.
My heart pounds against my ribs as Milly grabs Con’s arm, trying to wrench him away from me. But he keeps me pinned, his body pressed hard against mine, his eyes burning with a silent threat.
“Get off her!” Milly yanks harder.
The crack of her palm against his cheek echoes in the narrow hallway.
“Fuck!” Con releases me, his hand flying to his face.
In a blur of movement, he spins and slams Milly against the opposite wall. “You fucking hit me.”
“Leave her alone or I’ll do it again.” Milly’s voice doesn’t waver.
Con’s laugh comes out dark, menacing. He turns back to me, jaw tight. “Did you tell her?”
I shake my head, panic rising in my throat.
“I know everything.” Milly’s words hit like a punch to my gut.
No, no, no. Why would she say that?
Con’s face twists with rage. “You stupid little bitch. Both of you are dead if anyone finds out. I’ll cut out your tongues and feed them to you.”
“Please, just leave.” My voice comes out small, shaky. “Nobody knows anything.”
“Shut your mouth.” He presses closer to Milly. “Or—”
“Leave her alone.” Tears stream down my face as I try to pull him off her.
Con’s threat cuts off in a strangled groan as he crumples to the floor, holding his balls.
My life is going to get so much worse.
“I’m calling Dom,” Milly says.
“Don’t call him,” I beg as Milly pulls out her phone, her fingers already dialing. “Please.”
“He needs to know what he did to you.” Milly’s voice is steel, unwavering as she holds the phone to her ear.
I try to grab it from her, but she turns away. “Dom? You need to come to Kost. Now. Con attacked Amara.”
My heart pounds against my ribs as I sink against the wall, my head on my knees. Everything I’ve tried to hide is unraveling.
It takes Dom less than ten minutes to arrive, his presence filling the bar entrance like a storm cloud. His eyes lock on my face, jaw clenching as he takes in my disheveled appearance.
“Where is he?” His voice is deadly quiet.
