Mischievous Lies (Vengeful Lies #5) Read Online T.L. Smith

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Dark, Erotic, Mafia Tags Authors: Series: Vengeful Lies Series by T.L. Smith
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Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 94997 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
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Two men are playing pool toward the back of the room, one breaking the balls as we walk in. Women stand from their men’s laps, and some of them even go into another room.

But the person who grabs our attention is the man himself, sitting at a table on his own like a king overseeing his empire.

Waylon is young for being the club president, and from what I’ve heard, he’s had to make examples of some men who weren’t happy about following him after he killed their previous leader.

I don’t give a shit; it’s above my pay grade.

If the jackass weren’t in leathers and wearing a stern expression, he’d probably break many women’s hearts. Fuck, he probably does that anyway.

“That’s it?” a woman asks from across the bar. We all turn in her direction. She has light brown eyes and pink hair rolled into two buns on top of her head. “You three think you can take all of us on?”

“No one is taking anyone on, Lola,” Hayley says as she moves to stand by Waylon’s side.

“Excuse my sister,” Waylon says, glaring at Lola. “She doesn’t seem to understand that this meeting is under friendly circumstances. Right, boys?”

I look around the room at the men who show the guns at their waists and the chains dangling from their hands. Ford is doing the same, quickly measuring how many we’d have to take out. Eli looks at none of these things; he’s probably already figured out his next three moves. He’s here for answers.

“Good to see you’re doing well,” Eli says, and he and Waylon both smile like the devils they are. My blood hums with anticipation.

“We’ve recently had an influx of date rape drugs and the like in our area. It’s not something we tend to circulate ourselves, let alone allow someone else to do so, specifically not under my management.”

Waylon’s eyebrows knit together. “We have a good working relationship, but if the issue isn’t on my turf, I have no interest in dragging my boys into something that doesn’t concern them.”

Eli nods as if agreeing. He’d say the same thing if the situation were reversed. If anything, Waylon sounds slightly more diplomatic. “There was a murder in Springfield committed by one of the supplier’s men. The murderer is only a pawn, but as we… dealt with him, it was your name he spoke as the supplier,” Eli says.

The tension in the room shifts.

“You believe him?” Striker asks, his gaze turning deadly. His men straighten up, the closest one playing pool walking over with a cue stick, proud of the knife in his other hand. I try to push away the excitable chills running along my skin, reminding myself I’m not here to kill anyone today. These are our friends.

“If I did, do you think I would have so politely knocked on your door instead of busting it down?”

Striker smirks. “It’s what I like about you, Eli. You get straight to the point. But I have no need to drag my men into it. Sure, let’s say, theoretically, the distributor is in Springfield, but I won’t act until it’s on my turf. No offense, but this has nothing to do with our current business.”

“What if I asked for a favor?” I speak up, and Eli frowns. Ford warily watches me. I don’t often speak over Eli, but I have no intention of going around in circles here when I know that on the other side of this could be a direct answer or name. I need to bring down the assholes who put everything into place to drug Ivy that night. They’re nothing but vermin that need to be exterminated.

I’m not above begging or pleading when it comes to protecting my woman.

Striker’s eyebrow raises as he looks between me and Eli.

“A word, Hawke,” Eli says, calling Ford and me both out for a moment.

“Want to tell me why you’re throwing out favors for information now?” Eli asks, not at all impressed.

I swallow hard as Eli and my brother stare at me. And then I look at my feet, trying to figure out what to do. Lying always feels icky for me. But when it’s Ivy’s secret, it’s different. I can’t stand to know that those fuckers might get away with this again and again.

“It’s personal,” I finally say.

“Be more specific,” Eli growls, and I’m torn between giving my boss the answer he needs to hear and not betraying Ivy’s trust.

“Ivy was drugged and targeted by Jared,” Ford blurts. I whip my head in his direction, but he just looks straight ahead, not meeting my gaze. I want to throttle him for telling her secret, but I realize he’s protecting me from breaking my word to Ivy. Billie most likely told him.

“He did what?” Eli barks, his silvery gaze snapping at me. “Why didn’t you tell me this? She’s one of our own.”


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