Page 123 of Iris' Lying Eyes

It’s like a train wreck. I can’t turn away until a shadow looms over me, and I stiffen.

“What’s going on with Bruno?” Ramsay asks.

“How the fuck should I know?” I mutter, wincing when Diem gets in a punch to Bastion’s ribs.

He’s unfazed, though, and continues his assault while Diem seems to take it. Is this a game?

“He came barreling in here with a grudge, and now they’re in the ring.”

“So?” I shrug. I admit, I’m curious, but Ramsay knows as much as I do.

“Does he know?”

“Know what?” I ask, pulling away from the fight to focus on Ramsay.

His cool eyes meet mine, and I mentally sigh. Nothing is ever simple.

“That you’re a McCafferty?”

What the fuck? How does Ramsay know? Who else fucking knows?

“This isn’t your business,” I hiss.

Ramsay raises a brow, his mouth curling into a frown. “If it involves Diem, it’s my business.”

“Why? Are you his bitch?”

He tips his head back and laughs. Since I don’t find anything about this amusing, I turn away only for the dick to grab my arm.

He pulls me down the hall and into a closet. Shelves of cleaning supplies line the walls. I spin as soon as we enter, demanding, “What do you want?”

“I want you to stay the fuck away, but clearly, that’s not possible. So, let’s get this over with. What do you want?”

“This is between Diem and me.” Ramsay doesn’t like my answer much. At least, that’s what I assume, judging by the way his nostrils flare and he steps into me.

“You’ll tell me what I want to know, or you’ll fucking regret it.”

Raising my own brow, I stare at my fingernails and murmur, “Fuck off.”

He huffs before his lips curve, and I frown. What did I say that’s so fucking amusing?

“I like you. I’m prepared to make a deal.”

“Another fucking deal? No thanks,” I scoff, moving past him, but he grabs my arm and pushes me against the wall.

“I’m not done yet. I want info on someone. Then I help you.”

“Help me do what?” I ask warily.

“I believe there’s a girl named Liberty involved.”

Of course, he knows about her. Diem’s lips must be really fucking chapped from kissing this guy’s ass.

“Yeah, so?” I grunt.

“I heard about your little stunt. I bet Finnen isn’t pleased. But if you go to the old man and beg, he’ll forgive you. He values blood if they’re loyal. Beyond that, I help the girl disappear.”

When all I do is stare, he says, “You want something. I want something.”