Little Liar (The Web of Silence Duet, #2)

by Leigh Rivers

I think, if Olivia wants one, I’m going to do that one day. I’ve witnessed her smiles when holding a baby, and the way she looks at them when nearby. I’ve no idea when or how or if I’ll ever be good enough to take on the role of a father, but if Olivia wants a family, I’ll give her one. I’d give her the fucking world if she asked.

:') <3

He’s trying to push my buttons. I might need to push him out of a fucking window, head first.

“His name is Malachi,” Molly snaps. “My dad already told you to stop calling him that.” Thanks, kiddo. She might be my favorite now.

She says my name as I go towards the door. I turn, waiting for her next words, but she lifts her hands and thinks for a long second, making sure she gets the movements correct. You saved me, she signs perfectly. Now you need to save my sister.

Tobias narrows his eyes. I have a feeling he hates this guy, and I completely understand why.

She glares and leaves again, and Base rolls his eyes. “She acts like she hates me, even though she was all over my dick last night.” Tobias jumps out of his chair and punches him across the face.

Getting into the Reznikov manor was easy. With my mask on—thankfully saved from my car—I’m wearing a fitted black suit for the first time ever, so no one can recognize me. Base is wearing a Batman mask, because he’s an idiot.

Looooool

Tobias is in a suit too, heading towards the pool room with a black skull mask on.

Holy fuck, I wish i could see this MAN

She’s wearing a gas mask, just like mine, but with glitter around the chambers on each side. I’m looking at a fucking angel. My angel. My anchor. Mine.

I love her more than life. She once told me she would never be loved the way I love her because it comes so naturally to people who are neurotypical, and for me to feel anything like that, I’d need to try extra hard and fall deeper than any typical love. She told me it was more than enough for her.

There’s fucking concrete around my black heart like a shield, and she’s trapped inside it. That’s the only version of love I have, and I’ll make sure it’s always enough for Olivia to choose me, to never leave me, to love me un...

I won’t let anything happen to her ever again. Even if a bullet goes in my head, I’ll find a way to protect her.

The hallways are empty—it’s a straight route to the backyard where Base will be waiting with the car. Tobias will follow and catch anyone trying to get to us.

Oh Tobias, my sexy scary killing machine

“I need you,” she breathes. “Please let me have you.”

Unprotected. She’s not on birth control anymore, but I don’t care. I’ll gladly watch my cum fill her and breed the shit out of her.

“Tell me you love me,” Olivia gasps into my mouth. “In case we don’t make it in time. I need to hear you tell me you love me.” “I love you, little sister,” I reply, my words still a little unpracticed. “And I’ll tell you every single fucking day after this.”

I love you now. I loved you yesterday. When we were kids. When we were teens. When you had me thrown in jail and when I found you again. I’ll love you tomorrow. Next month. Next year. When you’re mothering my child. And when we’re old and gray, I’ll love you even more, because I’ll have had a fucking lifetime to fall more and more in love with you. Is that enough for you, Olivia? Do you need more from me?

“You’ve always been enough.” A tear slips down her cheek. “I want ev...

“Tobes. Help me,” Base says into the phone pressed to his ear. “The siblings are fucking in the backseat, and I’m certain the mute just spoke.”

“Where do we go now?” Olivia asks me. Home, I sign. Wherever home is for us now. It doesn’t matter as long as we’re together.

I like when he scares me—in fact, I love it. It’s always more intense when the fear comes from something he’s doing. Whether I’m tied up in a basement, being tortured by him not fucking my pussy and only giving my ass attention, or when he chases me down and chokes me with a gas mask on, deep in the middle of a cornfield.

He used to rarely fuck me in the missionary position before our entire lives changed. If he did, it was never romantic or slow or lovingly. He’d fuck me like he hated everything about me—he loved it when I cried, when he could taste my tears, and when I begged him to either stop or go harder.

Tobias nods to me as he leads his wife, I assume by the wedding ring on his finger, towards Base and his friends.

OMG

There are children everywhere. I love my own, but other kids make me uneasy and, technically, I still hate them. They’re loud for no reason and give me a headache.

Base has a little boy on his hip while talking to one of his friends. Kade Mitchell. I’ve never seen him in the flesh, but I’ve heard about him on the news and through constant text messages from Base. He’s the tall one with black hair. He got out of prison the same year Isaac was born, after a massive worldwide war with a corrupt cop who dragged him into the underworld. He fought his way out and got to have the girl of his dreams, and, going by the children by his side, a family.

!!!!!!!!!! <333333

His eyes land on me briefly as he moves to his father’s partner. He kisses her cheek, and from reading his lips, I learn she’s his mother. Shit. Even Tobias got the girl, though it took him thirty years.

IM CRYING <3333333

Her husband before him died. This entire event is for him and to fund more testing for the disease that took his life so suddenly—Ewan I think his name was.

DUDE LIKE I'M SO HAPPY TOBIAS AND ARIA GET THEIR HEA BUT OMG ME POOR EWAN, R.I.P :( <3

Silently laughing, I shove my hands into my pockets and watch him walk up to a girl around the same age as him. She has dark hair, and given that she looks exactly like her mother, I know who Isaac is attempting to flirt with. A presence comes up beside me, a beer to hand. “Keep your son away from my daughter,” Kade warns. I smirk. Because we both know that’s not going to happen.

HEHEHEHEHEHEHE I SMELL A POSSIBLE STORY