Filthy Liar (In The Network #7) Read Online Bolivar Nakhasenh

Categories Genre: Romance Tags Authors: Series: In The Network Series by Bolivar Nakhasenh

Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 55870 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)

My name is Gabriel Winthrop. Genius IQ. Football God. And a filthy liar.
After I got drafted by the NFL straight out of college, my teammates invited me to the Bahamas for a week to celebrate.
That is when she came into my life and turned it upside down.
Miss Tracey Davis.
She is everything that I’m not. Passionate, crazy, full of life. And I’ve never wanted someone as much as I want her.
It’s really too bad, I have to break her.
This new adult book is a prequel to Vicious God and is not a standalone. It contains situations and language that some readers might find offensive and/or triggering. I write about flawed characters with deep inner demons in a humorous tone and adventurous settings. Why? Because I find perfection boring.



Gabriel Winthrop, 7 years old

Primrose Hall

Hi God, I know you’re busy and all, but I don’t know what else to do. The monster is in my room again. It wants to hurt me.

Can you please help? I will do anything you ask, I swear. I just want him to stop. Please.

I closed my eyes tightly and pretended to sleep when the monster entered my bedroom. It was the middle of the night, and everyone was sleeping, except us.

When a hand caressed my hair, I gripped the huge pillow harder. I was so scared and didn’t know what to do.

My heart was palpitating in my chest; all I wanted was for the monster to leave me alone.

Help me, please! Why aren’t you helping me?

The door to my bedroom opened like an answer to my prayer, making the monster’s hand freeze.

“What the fuck are you doing, William?” my mother screamed.

I opened my eyes just enough to see Serena on the threshold, accompanied by her bodyguards and my younger brother, Mason.

“I’m wishing my son goodnight. What do you think I’m doing?” William answered.


“I didn’t want to believe it when the boy told me the truth. What kind of monster are you?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“STOP LYING! I know, motherfucker. I know what you did to my son.”

“Has this little filth been filling your head with lies, Serena? Come on, you know I’d never hurt Gabriel. He’s my favorite child, and I love him.”

“No, he doesn’t. He’s a monster. I heard him. He hurt Gabe.”

“Shut your piehole, you piece of garbage.”

I almost leaped on my father when he tried to punch my brother in the face. Thankfully, my mother’s head of security put himself between them.

“I’m taking my son away from you.”

William grabbed his wife by the arm and squeezed, only to feel a gun pressed against his temple.

“Are you ready to pull that trigger, soldier? Because if you’re not willing to lose your life over this, I’d point that gun elsewhere.”

“Let her go, now,” Denakos ordered, making William sneer and step back.

“Don’t threaten me Serena, your father may be powerful, but so are the men I work for. You don’t want to go head-to-head with me on this.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes,” he hissed.

“Well, I disagree.” Everyone watched as she took out her phone and dialed a number.

“Let the kill order go through,” she said and hung up.

“What have you done, you fucking cunt?”

“You will find out soon enough if you ever go near Gabriel again.”

“You can’t keep me away from my son.”

“No, I can’t, you made sure of that. But I will stop you from hurting him further.”

“Have you forgotten who you’re talking to?”

“Have you?” The two spouses stared at each other with hatred until William snickered.

“It appears we are at a stalemate. So, if you’ll excuse me, my darling wife, I have somewhere else I need to be,” the man stated with a mocking bow and took his leave.

“I will stand guard at the door,” her bodyguard said and followed my father outside.

“Thank you, Denakos.”

Serena exhaled in relief at their departure, while her shoulders drooped in defeat. She then rubbed her forehead under Mason’s watchful gaze before leaving the room as well.

“You can open your eyes now, Gabe. I know you’re not sleeping,” Mason’s small voice piped in after some time.

“Why did you do that, Mace? He’s going to punish you for this.”

“I don’t care,” the boy answered as he threw himself into my arms, and I hugged him back just as strongly.

“You just put everyone in danger, you idiot.”

“He was hurting you, Gabe. I wanted him to stop,” my brother cried, and I pushed away the panic threatening to overwhelm me.

“I know. Stop crying, I’ll find a way to save all of us.”

“You promise?”

“Yes, and Mace?”


“Thank you.”

“Anytime. What are brothers for? Can you read me a story?”

“Of course. Go get your book.”

As I watched Mace run back to his room, a feeling of hopelessness made my small body tremble.

I hated feeling like this. It made me want to destroy everything in my room in a fit of rage, or worse, hurt someone as much as I was hurting.