Page 62 of Lies You Told
Blake takes a swing at him. Fuck, is this some weird college reunion?
I look around the room, and my skin starts to crawl as I see him staring at me. Like he remembers every disgusting thing, he did to me all those years ago. I try not to react. I don’t want to give him any kind of pleasure. I know he’d get off that. He always got off on my tears. It’s one reason I’m as fucked up as I am now.
Before I know what’s happening, bile rises, and I throw up all over my dress. I guess I’m never wearing this again.
“Look who’s awake,” Franchesca says excitedly. “You were out for a long time. I was worried we’d given you too much.”
“What did you give me?” It’s then I notice that my arms are tied to the arm of the chair. They look tight, but I still move about a little, which gives me some hope that I might get out of here.
“I don’t know, and I don’t really care. I was just told it would knock you out real good.”
“What do you want?” I ask, spitting out the taste of the vomit on the floor in front of me.
“Daddy dearest here was about to tell us the truth, that he’s your dad.”
My eyes fly to Greyson, and he shakes his head.
“Franchesca, when will you get it into your stupid brain and listen to what I’m saying?” Greyson grits his teeth as he tries to break free of the rope tied around his wrists.
“She’s in your will.” she spits.
That has my attention. My old boss was the person to draw up the will. Probate isn’t something I’ve ever dealt with, so when he used one of the other partners at the firm, I didn’t think anything of it.
“How do you know what’s in my will?” he asks. If looks could kill right now, Franchesca would have me a massacred mess on the floor right in front of us.
“I saw some notes you wrote down in your office.” She spits out like venom at her dad.
“You’re as stupid as your mother.” Greyson throws back at her.
Everyone in New York knew how dirty their divorce was five years ago. It became tabloid fodder. From what I remember, she had to sign an iron-clad non-disclosure agreement that extends even to her daughter. If she’s broken that…
“I’m not telling you shit.” He says before looking at me. I know from that look he has something he wants to tell me. I’m trying to think of a thousand legal things he could want to tell me that he hasn’t already, and not one of them would be worth the pain Blake is putting him through right now. So it must be something personal. He’s already said he’s not my dad. Could he be lying? Fuck. I hate this. All of it.
Greyson has always denied he was my dad, but a small part of me thought he was lying. Like he was trying to protect me in some way. Protecting my friendship with Franchesca. That’s gone out of the window right now. Somehow, friends don’t come back from a kidnapping.
I look across the room and see the creep hasn’t taken his eyes off me the whole time. It’s making my skin crawl and taking everything in me not to react.
“Jax’ll be looking for us,” I whisper, while the others are on the other side of the room. Huddled together, discussing something.
“He’ll be turning the building upside down, but they’re not going to find us. They moved us straight away.” Greyson whispers back, trying to break free again.
“Stop, it’s not going to budge. They’re tied too tight to the chair.” I look at the broken skin on his wrists, which are bleeding because he’s rubbed them raw. “What aren’t you telling me?”
He closes his eyes and turns his head to look at the others. “I don’t want to tell you like this.”
“Not to be all doom and gloom, but if they’ve moved us, the chances of them finding us anytime soon are slim.” I want him to tell me the truth. “No more lies, yeah?”
“Technically, it’s not a lie. You asked if I’m your dad, and I’m not.”
“Did you know my dad?”
He laughs. “Yeah, I knew your dad. Your Mom worked for the company long before she died.”
“Yeah. From what I can remember, you worked there for some of her last years. You’d have been around the same age.”
“I’m not your Dad, Chloe.” He groans as he looks around the room. He really doesn’t want to tell me like this. I respect him so much more now because of it, and I respected him a hell of a lot before.
“Okay. When we get out of here, I’m going to need you to tell me.”
