Bury Me with Lies (Twin Lies #2) - S.M. Soto Page 0,2

scores to settle. She’ll have to wait.

That was my plan—take care of this situation tonight, once and for all, then finally explain everything to Mackenzie. She deserved to know. If there was anyone I trusted, it was her. It was always her.

Once she’s safely inside, I head back into the woods. The one place they’ll all be tonight. I furiously push through the trees, slapping branches out of my way, as I close in on the kissing rock. I can hear their laughter, and it fuels my anger.

How dare they enjoy themselves while my entire world is turned upside down?

How dare they be young and free when there’s a darkness that now taints my soul because of them?

When the trees clear, giving way to the rock and the Savages around it, I see red. A blinding rage consumes my every breath, taking space in every orifice of my body. I’m trembling, my arms shaking and my legs threatening to give out on me.

“You sorry motherfucker.” My voice is steel, cutting through the sound of their laughter.

All gazes swing toward mine. Vincent’s smile drops, and the rest of the guys look confused. I close in on Trent.

“Stay the fuck away from my sister,” I grit, the warning clear in my tone.

Seeing Trent with his hands all over Mackenzie caused something in me to snap. A protective streak I never knew I had came out to play, and I’d embrace it. I’d always embrace it if it meant protecting my sister.

An inferno brews at the caustic smirk he’s wearing. The red spill of anger that’s blurring my vision is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before. I know what they’re capable of, and there’s no way I’m letting any of them near my sister. She’s not like us. She’s never been like us. She’s too good for our world. Too sweet and much too naïve. Easily corruptible and easy to take advantage of. Over my dead body will I let that happen.

“Oh, c’mon. I just wanted to have a little fun.”

“I know what you wanted from her, and I swear to God, if I see you near her again, I’ll kill you. Understand me?”

The rest of the guys “ooh,” obnoxiously, like children. Everyone except for Vincent. He’s standing as calm and aloof as ever, prompting me to whirl on him.

“This is your last chance before I make your life a living hell.” I search his gaze, trying to find a semblance of a human being or at least one redeemable quality in the guy. But there is none. Vincent Hawthorne is a walking, talking shell of a human being. He’s dead inside. That was what attracted me to him at first, how quiet and unattainable he was. His eyes were endless black orbs that felt like an ink spill if you stared into them for too long. He seemed broody and serious, and I was a fucking idiot to ever think inserting myself into his life was the safe thing to do.

“Fuck off, Madison,” he growls.

“What does she want?” Marcus asks, confusion thick in his tone.

Vincent and I have a stare off, and when a smirk steals over his face, my body thrums with rage. It’s a smirk I know too well.

“Nothing. Where are the rest of the bottles?” he asks, never taking his eyes off mine. There’s a challenge there. Always a challenge with him—always a game.

“We’re heading to Sebastian’s to grab the rest. We need to hurry, though. He’s leaving for another stupid fucking family vacation in about an hour. C’mon, Marcus.” Trent jerks his head back toward the trail, and Marcus follows. He takes one last look over his shoulder, likely still trying to figure out what’s happening.

Uncomfortable silence descends as we all turn and watch Trent and Marcus disappear through the trees, leaving me alone with Vincent and Zach.

Zach’s gaze darts back and forth between the two of us and our silent standoff. He crosses his thick arms over his chest, and a frown tugs low on his features.

“Someone want to explain what the fuck is going on between you two? Ever since last year, you two have been acting like fucking idiots, so spill it.”

Vincent smirks. A dark gleam enters his eyes, sending a fearful tremor down my spine. “We made a sex tape, and now poor little Madison is scared it’s gonna end up in the wrong hands. You wanted it. You inserted yourself into my life. You practically fucking begged me for it, and now, you