Truth or Lies

6. Kai

I won. 

I know without Enzo confirming it. I guessed correctly, although it never felt like speculation. I’ve always been good at telling the difference between a lie and the truth. Enzo is harder to read than most, but even he has his tells. 

He’s never raped a woman. 

It warms me a little to know he never did anything that horrible. 

But he has. 

He’s shot someone. Killed someone. 

I don’t know the circumstances around either. It could have been self-defense. I have no doubt, if I could afford a gun, I would have shot someone by now and killed if my aim was good. 

Somehow, I don’t think Enzo has done either only in self-defense. 

Enzo glares at me, frustrated I won and he lost. I expect him to argue with me about my truth and lies. I expect him to call me out and claim that surely a sixteen-year-old like me has been kissed, especially if, as I claim, I’ve given a man a blow job. I expect him to whip his d**k out and force me to suck it, to prove I’ve given head before. 

Instead, he’s a statue, giving me nothing of what is going on inside his body. 

“You’re not going to question my truth?” 

His head c***s to the side as if he’s trying to figure out what game I’m playing. “No.” 

“You sure?” 

He nods his head. “Yes, I know you wouldn’t deceive me during the game. I know you’ve m*********d before. And I know you’ve sucked off some man’s d**k like a whore.” 

I wince at his harsh words. 

His eyes meet mine, filled with want. “And I know you’ve never been kissed.” 

I bite my now sore lip, that aches to be kissed, but I’m sure is red and swollen from the number of times I’ve chewed it today to keep myself from kissing this boy. This very dangerous, off-limits boy who I shouldn’t be on this yacht with. 

Enzo stands up and walks back to the railing, where the sun is now well below the horizon. The sky has opened up, allowing the darkness to begin to overtake the heavens. Soon there will be nothing left but the stars and the moon to shine down upon us. 

I consider pouring myself another drink before I approach him, but I’ve had enough alcohol. I need my wits about me around him. He won’t express it, but I can feel the anger radiating off him as I approach. He has considerable control though to not let it show on any of his features. 

I stop next to him, ensuring I don’t touch him.  

“Ask me.” 

His voice is low and rumbling. It’s deepened since he was talking to me earlier. This voice is the one he uses to scare people. It should frighten me. Instead, I want to hear it again. 

I know how he expects me to use my newfound power. To ask questions about the game. To ask who he’s shot or killed and why he’s never raped a woman before if he’s done the other two. 

“How did you learn to drive a yacht?” 

His head turns to me, and I can see his thick, dark eyebrow raise. “I grew up around the water in this business. You were taught to take care of the yachts, while I learned everything else about them. How to drive them, maintain them, sell them. There is nothing I don’t know about how a ship like this works.” 

I inhale and then exhale, trying to remind myself to keep breathing. What is he doing to me? They are just words. I shouldn’t be so hot and bothered when he merely speaks. And I’ve let it affect my judgment. I know better than to get on a boat in the middle of f*****g nowhere with a strange man. A man who has already admitted to killing someone. But his words are intoxicating, pulling me deeper until I have no brain cells left and will do whatever he wants. 

“Who do you work for?”

“Black.” 

I stop breathing. Black. His name is synonymous with evil. He’s a myth and a legend. I’m not even sure he’s a real person, but I have no doubt Enzo works for the most dangerous man in the city. 

I need to gain back some power, because even though I won, it doesn’t feel like I have any control. 

“Have you ever been kissed?” I ask, wiggling my eyebrows trying to break the serious mood. 

“Yes, Kai. I’ve been kissed. I’m not wide-eyed and bushy-tailed like you.” He pauses. “And before you ask, yes I’ve had women kneel in front of me, pleading with me for the pleasure to suck my cock.” 

My eyes drop to his dark jeans, and I swear I saw his c**k grow against the zipper. 

No, it must be my imagination. He can’t be turned on. 

Enzo faces me now and takes my hand in his. I watch in horror and excitement as he lifts my hand to his lips and kisses my palm tenderly. It should be innocent enough, but I feel a warm tingle cascade through my body. 

“Do you have any other questions, Kai?” 

I close my eyes, trying to still my racing heart. “Why did you bring me here?” My words are a whisper, but I know he hears me, despite my eyes being closed. 

I feel his hand at my neck, and I gasp, opening my eyes. His body is so close to mine I can feel the electricity in his body. He’s so warm; he burns me when he grazes my skin. But other than his hand at my neck, he doesn’t stroke me, just thumbs my neck, melting a layer of skin from my hard shell. He’s so full of restraint. 

I lick my lip, because I can’t stand not to feel something pressed against my lips. 

“Kai,” he says, his voice threatening, but I don’t understand why. 

“Enzo,” I say his name like a curse. 

His eyes tell me what he’s going to do before he does it—giving me one second to stop him. 

I don’t stop him. 

His lips crash with mine. 

I always thought my first kiss would be sweet, gentle. I thought it would be the first step on the way to falling in love. I thought it might be clumsy or awkward, but the second kiss would more than make up for it. 

That’s not what this is. 

This kiss in an explosion, setting off a desire neither of us is allowed to feel. 

A second after our lips crash, his tongue sweeps into my mouth. My arms wrap around his neck like I’ve done it a thousand times, while his hands grip my waist, almost suffocating me with their grip. 

My tongue fights with his. Both of us needing control over the kiss. He demanded my first kiss from me, and I gave it willingly. But now, we need more. 

I purr into his mouth as his tongue massages mine and his body presses into me, smoldering me in the process. And I’m cursing the fabric between us, wishing we were in swimsuits or better yet, nothing at all. 

We could f**k. 

Here. Now. 

Enzo might not be who I dreamed of being my first. But he’s better than the alternative. He’s better then selling my first time or having it taken from me, which is what will happen if I stay at the trailer park. 

He might not cuddle with me in bed afterward or even talk to me about what happened. He wouldn’t be gentle or concerned with making sure I was adequately prepared before he would take my virginity. But he would take it, and I would give it as willingly as I gave this kiss. 

I shouldn’t be thinking about s*x. I’m too young, not even seventeen yet, but in my world, I don’t have the luxury of waiting, of remaining innocent. 

He bites my lip. 

I feel the tingle of the blood in my mouth. 

What do you want with me, Enzo? 

It should piss me off, but it only turns me on more. 

Dammit! What am I doing? 

This is precisely what he wants, me thrown off guard. Me, letting down my guard so he can attack. It’s the reason he brought me here. To get something from me. 

I might let him f**k me, but I won’t let him take advantage of me. 

The kiss will end soon. I can feel it. So I do the only thing I can to gain more information. 

I slip my hand into his back pocket and fish out his phone. I know he didn’t notice. I’m an expert at picking pockets when I want to be. I let him catch me with the wallet so I could more easily retrieve the more expensive watch. 

The kiss ends. 

I don’t know who stops it. It just happens. 

Enzo’s eyes stare intently at my swollen lip. His thumb brushes across the sore. I see the blood before his thumb moves to mouth, and he sucks it off. 

Neither of us speaks about what just happened. We just stare and pretend that kiss didn’t change everything. 

I slip his phone into my back pocket before he realizes it’s missing. 

“Bathroom…” I say suddenly needing a moment alone. 

I don’t wait for him to nod or tell me where one is. I dash away, through the sliding door where Enzo retrieved our drinks. I don’t care where the bathroom is; I don’t need it. I need to stop letting Enzo affect my body and use my head. I need to realize the danger I put myself in. 

I open the nearest door and step inside before shutting it and locking it. I slip the phone out of my pocket and stare at it. 

It’s password protected. 

Of course, it is. 

Shit, what was I thinking? 

It buzzes. 

I jump, staring at it like it’s just come alive. 

The phone may be locked, but the message still shows up on the home screen.

The message is from Black, his boss.

Black: Is Kai dead yet?

I blink. Over and over. 

I’m not reading that right. 

But every time I reread it, it says the same thing. 

Eventually, the screen goes dark, and when I hit the home button again the message is gone, only an alert left that he has an unread message. 

Dead. 

That’s what Enzo is doing here. He was sent to kill me. 

The door opens, but I don’t have to turn to know Enzo has a gun pointed at my head. 

“Do you have any more questions, thief?” 

His words cut through me like glass. I may be a thief, but he’s an assassin. 

I turn to him with defiance in my eyes. I always knew something horrible awaited my future. He may think I’ll die quick and swiftly, or I’ll beg for my life. 

I’ll do neither because I’ve been prepared for this day. And I won’t go down without a fight. 

“Just one.

“Why?”