Lies by C.A. Harms

prologue

Josh


I was fading in and out as my body was dragged along the pavement. Warm liquid covered the side of my head and dripped down over my ear. Muffled voices continued to filter in, but everything was hazy. If only I could find my gun.

“Put that sorry-ass pig in the trunk. I don’t want him messing up my interior.”

My body tensed at the man’s words. I knew at that moment the chances of me getting out of this alive were slim to none.

Leo Markovich. I would know the Russian accent anywhere. I had spent the last six months learning his every move. I’d lived in his world, pretending to be one of his people, working with them to supply the streets with drugs and easy women. Now that was all about to end.

“We taking him to Roman?” The name made me tense even more. Roman would not hesitate to put a bullet between my eyes.

“No.” Leo chuckled. “I want to play first. I have some things I need to learn. Some questions I need answered.”

I knew the beatings had just begun.

My body was hoisted up and then tossed into the trunk. I let out a loud groan as I landed on something hard and the pain shot through me like a hot stake.

“You brought this on yourself.” Leo leaned over me, looking down with a smirk on his lips. “Now you must pay the price for your mistakes. No one gets away with deceiving me.”

My right eye was completely swollen shut, but I could still open my left. I watched as the two men chuckled, looking down at me. I knew I would only be digging my own grave if I spoke, but I refused to let them think they had already defeated me.

“Fuck you,” I snarled. “When Roman finds out you twats didn’t know you had a cop living inside the center of your operation, he’ll end you both. Whether I’m dead or not, you two are fucked.”

I refused to look away even when Leo raised his gun and cracked it across my cheek.

The trunk slammed shut and the blackness set in. My stomach rolled as bile filled my mouth, and I coughed and sputtered as bitter, coppery blood drained from the gash on my cheek and ran toward my lips. Turning my head to the side, I heaved as I faded in and out of consciousness from the pain.

Gabby’s face was the last thing I saw before the darkness took over, and I prayed I would get to kiss her beautiful lips again.