4. He Hates Liars
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He cracked a half smile that made him look more deadly than he already did. Kenzy met his eyes for a brief second before her face was overwhelmed with a deep red blush and she lowered her gaze to the floor. She wrung her hands together like she did when she was usually nervous. But there was something different in the way that she did it now than when she was around family.
Harley only picked up on it because she’d always teased Kenzy about the nervous tic all the time when they were younger. She did point it out when they became older though she rarely did it now because she knew it was something Kenzy was embarrassed about. Self-conscious even though it wasn’t that big of a deal.
It was nothing to even care about when things were like this. Harley should have been more focused on the way Sam was holding that knife like he’d done this a million times. She should have been worried that after he had his fun with Karl he might just want to go for seconds and gut her like a fish.
Harley didn’t like it. Kenzy liked this man. She just might be in f*****g love.
Harley couldn’t help it then when she glared at her cousin. There was no more confusion. She wasn’t sad because her one friend had betrayed her, had thrown her to the wolves.
She was pissed. She knew then that if she got free, she was going to kill Kenzy.
Kenzy met Harley’s eyes. It was just a peek. She probably hadn’t even been meaning to look at Harley. But she did.
Her face almost had a shine to it. She was happy for a moment. Because that evil man had shown her some kind of emotion—probably just a way to keep her tied to his side.
But when she looked at Harley and saw the hatred burning inside of Harley, the happiness and glee dropped from her face. Her eyes went wide with shock and she quickly looked away in horror. She knew then that she’d done something horrible. She knew that there was no way that her and Harley were ever going to be friends after this.
And maybe she saw how much Harley wanted to kill her.
She should be scared. Harley was mean before. It wouldn’t take much for her to become Satan’s right hand man.
Karl screamed from the floor as Sam crushed his face into the dirty concrete. Harley’s attention was pulled away from her cousin and toward the horrific scene playing out in front of her. While she was pissed off, she was also disgusted. Her fear hadn’t gone away, but there were other emotions going through her which she couldn’t control. She was a tornado for all of these and it felt like she was going to explode.
Sam flicked open the knife. It was a shiny silver. It looked like it was bran new. He handled it like he was showing it off. The blade was sharp and came to a point that could cut just by looking at it. He turned it around, looking at it while holding it up to his face, and then he looked down at Karl who the struggling from under his foot and the two men that were holding him down.
He ground his heel harder. Karl screamed and whimpered.
Sam sighed. “There. That’s it. I want to hear you beg for me to not cut your tongue out.”
“Please,” Karl cried. He was no longer the tough guy that had choked Harley. He was a blabbering crying mess just like Harley. “Sir. Please. I’ll do anything.”
Harley’s heart almost stopped when she saw a glint in Sam’s eyes.
He leaned off of his foot a little, enough to let Karl breathe.
“You shouldn’t say that. Anything means anything and you’re not a liar, are you?”
Karl didn’t say anything.
Sam frowned and kicked Karl in the face. “I said, you’re not a liar, are you?”
“Yes! I’m not a liar!” Karl cried, still trying to get away.
“I’m going to hold you to that.” He pulled his foot away. “Get him out of here.”
The two men wasted no time dragging the man out of the warehouse. Where they took him, Harley didn’t have the slightest clue. While she was glad that he was out of there and Sam wasn’t going to kill Karl right in front of her, she wished that the man’s attention was still focused on the dirtbag. Because now that Karl wasn’t there to be kicked around, it was just her.
Harley was right. Sam turned his chilling gaze upon her. His face was unreadable. Her brows furrowed as she tried to muffle the sad sound in the back of her throat. She didn’t want to seem weak though that was exactly what she was at the moment.
In all her life, she’d never felt like this. She’d always been the one starting the fights and picking on the small kids on the playground. She was the bully and she was the one that hurt people’s feelings.
Perhaps that was why she was here.
Maybe this was her punishment for being such a horrible person.
Sam stalked toward her.
She tried to scramble back, but she was like a bucking fish. Her legs didn’t want to listen and with her hands tied behind her back, she was good as nothing.
Sam squatted in front of her.
She could smell him. He smelled like a damp forest. Cedar and mahogany. It wasn’t a bad smell. Though, for some reason, it was off-putting.
The smell of cedar and mahogany would be forever ruined for her.
He reached out. He ran a finger down her wet face.
She turned her head away, clenching her eyes close for a second. She forced them open so she knew what was happening around her. She needed to be prepared. Though she didn’t know what she would do if he was about to hurt her.
He could do anything to her.
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