Liar (Madison Kate, #2)

by Tate James

Archer was right. She wasn't coming home. Not if she had any choice in the matter. So... we'd simply have to take her choice away. After all, we could do that. Or Archer could.

"Why the fuck would I want to stalk you, little girl? I'm no idiot; I won't mess with my brother's business."

"Someone finds value in your death, Madison Kate, which means there's money involved and probably a lot of it. Watch your fucking back, girl, and don't be an idiot. Stick close to my brother and his friends. They're fucking psychopaths, but they like you."

Christ on a goddamn fucking cracker.

"Shut the fuck up, Arch," Kody snapped. "MK didn't exactly ask to be stalked by a deranged psychopath. Quit being a salty bitch and try being supportive to her before you really fuck shit up."

She pointed with a slightly shaking finger. The black Corvette Stingray was parked in its usual spot—directly beside Steele's burning wreck—and had taken a huge amount of damage to the closest side. But incredibly, all the windows were unbroken, and across the windshield were four words in what looked sickeningly like blood. Welcome home, Madison Kate.

running down my face and onto his skin as my soul screamed in pain. "I hate you so fucking much," I whispered, yet still I threaded my arms around his body, holding him tighter than Rose on the damn door after the Titanic sank. Archer breathed out a long sigh, his heartbeat thumping under my ear. "Not nearly as much as I hate you, Kate." His voice was so quiet I doubted I was even meant to hear him, but my pulse raced nonetheless. He'd never called me that before. It was so... intimate. "Not as much as I hate myself."

"Why none of them have gotten sick of you acting like a brat and spanked you yet?" Her smile was teasing, but also seemed a bit forced. Weird.

"I want all kinds of things from you, Kate. Ask me again, and I'll fucking show you."

"So, what are you scared of, MK?" he taunted me, waving that red flag like he had a death wish. "Fuck me now to get it out of your system, then plot your revenge tomorrow."

"Come on, Princess," he purred, deliberately poking my feral anger with his use of Archer’s nickname for me, "fuck me like you actually hate me, because we both know you don't."

I licked my lips, wetting them

"It could be Bree," Archer commented, and my gaze snapped to him with fury.

"Why not? She has the access—she knows the gate code—and she knows more about you than anyone else. It wouldn't be the first time a girl developed an infatuation with her attractive friend."

I licked my lips.