The Lies Between Us (The Devil's Dust #4)(61)

I throw my head over, shuffling my hair, giving it that sexy volume. The door opens and I throw my head back, finding Lip staring right at me. I smirk and run my hands through my hair. Here we go, the truth is about to be revealed.

His nostrils flare, and his hands clench. My heart stammers against my chest, not sure what his reaction means.

“What are you doing?” he asks, his tone of voice low and rough, the sound of it doing things to me.

I shrug, not really sure myself.

He rubs at his chin, his eyes undressing me from head to toe.

“Can I help you with something, Lip?” I cock my head to the side and furrow my brows.

His eyes are hooded, his chest rising and falling rapidly, but he doesn’t respond. Feeling nervous, I pull the dress down some and step toward him.

“Excuse me.” I try to move around him, but he catches my elbow.

“You are not going out there in that.” His eyes narrow as I snatch my elbow from his grip and grimace.

“You don’t get to tell me what to do anymore,” I seethe before walking past him, heading down the hall.

I catch Bobby at the end of the hall, and his mouth pops open. He punches Kane in the arm, not taking his eyes off me, and Kane smirks at me. Before I can take another step, my world goes upside-down and I’m thrown over a broad shoulder. Using my hands, I push myself up to find Lip’s fine ass.

“Lip, put me down!” I shout, but he doesn’t respond.

He struts into our room and slams the door, plopping me down on the bed.

“Take it off, now!” he orders. Looks like I made him jealous.

“Why? Why do you care?” I ask, my fingers digging into the sheets. His face is red, veins popping out on his neck. He looks me over once more then thrusts forward, his hands grabbing the top of the red dress, tearing it right down the center, leaving my bare tits and black thong. He growls in his chest and backs off.

“You’re mine, goddamn it! Mine, whether you wanna be or not!” He shoves his face inches from mine, shouting in my face. I turn my head, looking at the wall. He’s angry—good. Welcome to the club, buddy. He straddles me and pushes his weight onto my torso, pressing me into the mattress firmly. I gasp as his mouth crashes down onto my neck.

“Lip!” I holler, trying to push him off. He sucks hard, causing a sharp pain to rise from my neck. He finally releases his hold on my shoulder, his dark eyes pinning me.

“You pull that shit again, I will throw you over that bar and f*ck you in front of every brother in this f*cking club,” he threatens. He slowly stands and leaves, slamming the door behind him.

I grit my teeth and scream. Standing from the bed, my tight red dress hangs over me like a robe. I hurry to the bathroom, turn my head to the side and notice the dark hickey on my neck. He claimed me.

I guess that answers that. I wasn’t just a job to him. He does have feelings for me. But can I forgive him for lying? I frown; I lied, too, though. Can we get through our lies?

I change into some ripped jeans and an orange shirt, then set out to tell the girls what just happened. Maybe they can tell me what to do next.

Getting closer to the main area where everyone seems to congregate, I hear yelling and shouting. I follow the noise to outside of the club. The Ghost Riders are here, and are head-to-head with the Devil’s Dust. I cup my mouth, my heart slamming against my chest in fear.

“All I’m saying is he never showed up back at the club, and he was last seen here,” the president, Stunt, points at Bull. Stunt turns his head and lowers it in a menacing way, pinning Lip with a look of death. “And your man here had beef with him for laying hands on his cunt.” I scowl at his insult.

Lip pushes Bobby out of the way and puffs his chest out in that way he does when he’s angry. Stunt’s shoulders rise; they’re nose-to-nose, and my palms are sweating with fear.

“You better watch who the f*ck you’re talking to,” Lip threatens. Stunt swiftly darts his hand behind his back and pulls out a black gun. Gasping, I step forward, but Dani quickly grabs me by the shoulder to stop me from going any further.

“I know exactly who the f*ck I’m talking to,” Stunt growls, holding the barrel of the gun to Lip’s head.

“Do it. Fucking do it, you *,” Lip taunts. A whimper travels up my throat in pure fear. Lip is insane; I’ve never seen him look death in the eye with guns blazing and not give a f*ck. He’s always been so careful, and not one to take on a confrontation. But that was before he went away, before the truth that he was just acting like Prince Charming. This is the real Lip. This is who he is. Reckless, no regard to reason. Yet here I am on my tiptoes, ready to run to his defense. I still love him, whether I want to or not.

“Lip!” I cry, trying to get his attention. He slowly turns his head and his hard face softens when he sees me. He looks down, like he’s pained that I’m seeing him like this.

“Look, your man was warned about messing with my property. He hurt her, and I retaliated. I did what I had to, to protect her,” Lip confesses, his attitude of ‘I don’t give a f*ck’ gone. My eyes dart toward Stunt, curious if he’ll shoot Lip.

“Come on, Stunt. If anything, this ass-wipe did us a favor,” one of the Ghost Rider members adds.

“Doesn’t matter. He was a brother, have some loyalty,” Stunt snaps.

The guy steps up; he’s shorter and has a big beer gut. “He nearly got me killed after he f*cked an ol’ lady from another club, who just happened to be property of a f*cking president. He was reckless, he had no loyalty and you know it.” The guy looks at Lip. “Let the boy go and let’s go home.”