A Villain’s Lies Read Online T.L. Smith

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Contemporary, Dark, Erotic, Mafia, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 58808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
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“Really?” I ask, surprised.

“Yep. I don’t think he is as bad as they make him out to be.” Monica shrugs as she keeps on driving. Looking at me briefly, she adds, “I think he likes you too.”

I want to laugh.

Like obnoxiously laugh.

Grayson and I—we do not like each other.

At least, that’s what I think.

Could I be wrong?

No, I doubt it.

Chapter 10

Did you really just text me?

Grayson

“Boss,” Monica says on the other end of the line.

“Monica. Why are you calling me?”

Kyson sits across from me, a bottle of whiskey in his hand.

“Well, I wasn’t sure who else to call.”

“Call for what, Monica?” I groan.

“Avani. She’s drunk, and well…” Her voice lowers to a whisper. “She’s a terrible drunk.”

I can’t help but shake my head at her words. Grabbing my keys and walking out without saying a word to the guys, I get in my car and start driving with my phone still in hand. “Where are you?”

“Rattle Snake Bar.”

“Why are you both there?” At first, I think she’s hung up on me as the phone goes silent, but then Monica’s voice comes through again.

“I asked her to come because I had a date and didn’t feel safe. My date never showed, so we stayed and drank together instead.” She pauses with a nervous laugh. “I was paying.”

I hear a loud giggle in the background, and I know it’s her. Avani says something, and then Monica’s voice comes back. “She’s now asking if she can get on the bar and dance,” she whispers.

“I’m on my way. Keep her in her seat until I get there.”

“Okay,” she replies, then I hang up and pick up speed.

This fucking woman will be the death of me.

Why on earth I agreed to take her on is beyond me.

This is what I get for asking Jake to send me someone.

It’s not that she isn’t worth it. She’s definitely good for business. The girls feel safer and come in more because of it.

Pulling up to the bar and finding a spot as I pull in, I park, get out of the car, and walk straight inside. I spot Avani right away, dressed as if she’s at work, in black jeans and a white button-up shirt. But the shirt is missing a few buttons, and I can see the tops of her tits contained in a red lacy bra peek out the top.

Her head is hanging back, and I’m actually afraid she is going to fall off the fucking bar she is dancing on and smash her skull. It sure would be a shame to mess up that pretty blonde hair.

Monica spots me and runs over. “Thank God. I didn’t know what to do.”

I watch Avani squat on the bar as she reaches for another drink.

Striding up to her, I snatch it from her hand, and her violet eyes find mine, narrowing on contact. “You,” she growls.

“Me.” I smile.

“Give me my drink.” I glance at it and then back to her.

“That would be a no. Now, get down.”

“Do you think you can order me around?” She starts to laugh, and for just a moment, I enjoy the sound.

“Yes, I know I can. Get down.”

“Fuck off.”

“If you don’t get down, I’ll get you down and spank your ass.”

“Promises, promises,” she whispers as she stands and then goes straight back to shaking her hips. Groaning as she turns around, I reach out and grab her, then toss her over my shoulder. Avani smacks at my back, and Monica laughs as she watches the comical scene play out in front of her. “Hey, you big oaf, what are you doing?”

“Taking you home,” I grumble.

“Don’t you mean your home?” she snaps.

“No. Your home.”

“But you own it,” she replies sulkily, then remains quiet as I carry her out.

I hear my phone ding in my pocket. Managing to pull it out, I see Avani’s name flash on my screen.

* * *

Avani: Put me down.

* * *

“Did you really just text me?” I ask her as my hand grips her hips. Fuck her curves feel good under my hands as her body slides down mine, and I set her on her feet.

My phone dings again in my hand.

* * *

Avani: Yes. Why are you here?

* * *

I smirk at her text as she stands on shaky legs, staring up at me defiantly.

“You can use your big girl voice, you know,” I tell her with a lifted brow. She types on her phone again.

* * *

Avani: Fuck you.

* * *

Simple, yet effective.

She’s waiting for me to reply. Licking her lips, she wavers slightly on her heels.

* * *

Me: You wouldn’t be able to walk if I fucked you.

* * *

Ha!

* * *

Avani: I could walk just fine…straight out the door.

* * *

“Get in the car,” I tell her, opening the door. She goes to type out another message, but I take the phone from her hand easily. “In. Now.”



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