Filthy Wicked Games

Filthy Wicked Games by Lili Valente

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word. “Come on, Mama. You come too. I want to show you my dinosaur puppets.”
    Harley gave his fingers a squeeze. “I’ll come in just a second, babe. Let me talk to Dom first and I’ll be right in.”
    “Okay.” Jasper dropped her hand and began towing Clay across the room, the novelty of having a father overshadowing the return of the same old mom who had been around forever.
    Harley watched them go until they were around the corner and then turned to face yet another very angry looking man.
    It seemed angry men were her lot in life lately.

Chapter Fourteen

Harley
    F ive minutes later , after the pithiest of updates, Dom was even angrier.
    “So he kidnapped you, tortured you, and threatened to send you to prison for the rest of your life, and you decided it would be a good idea to bring him home to meet the kid.” Dom shook his head as he shouldered past her, heading toward Jasper’s room. “Are you out of your fucking mind?”
    Harley grabbed his arm and dug her heels in. “I didn’t have a choice!” she whisper-shouted. “And keep your voice down. I don’t want Jasper to hear. There’s no point in scaring him. Clay is a fact of our lives now, like it or not.”
    “Not. Definitely not.” Dom shrugged her off but thankfully stayed where he was and lowered his voice. “This is crazy, Harley. You can’t trust a man like that. Especially one who’s with the CIA. He has the power to make you drop off the face of the earth. You get that right?”
    “I do,” she said. “But that’s why I have his confession stored in a safe place and I’m going to give you and Louisa the log-in details in case something happens to me. If he crosses me, I can cross him right back. I didn’t go into this blind, Dom. I know better than to trust someone I barely know.”
    “You’re trusting him with your son.” Dom shot a worried look over his shoulder. “What’s to keep him from hurting Jasper the way he hurt you?”
    “Jasper is an innocent child. His child,” she said. “I’m the woman who turned him against his best friend and framed Jackson for rape. Clay has every reason to be angry with me, he has no—”
    “Angry, yes,” Dom interrupted, brows drawing tighter together. “He can be angry all he wants. That doesn’t give him the right to kidnap you or hurt you.”
    He stepped closer, lifting his hand to her face, tracing her cheekbone with a gentle thumb. “You look like hell, H. I knew you’d been through something the second you walked through the door. I thought the Bangkok deal had gone wrong or something, I never—”
    “The Bangkok deal never happened.” She eased away, her stomach clenching into a hard knot in response to Dom’s touch. Leave it to her sick libido to be repulsed by a decent man while craving the psycho in the other room like a breath underwater.
    “And I didn’t have the chance to clean out the house before Marlowe showed up,” she continued, running a hand through her hair and fisting the strands away from her face. “He was on Ko Tao two days after Clay took me away. That’s why I posted the warning blog. I’m pretty sure Marlowe knows about Jasper and that’s he’s looking for both of us.”
    “Then we find a place to hide,” Dom said, a hard look in his eyes. “You, me, and Jasper. We’ll go so deep underground only the moles and the worms will have a clue where we are.”
    “I can’t.” She bit her bottom lip, knowing Dom wasn’t going to like what she had to say next. “I promised Clay that we’d stay together until his leave is over in a month or so.”
    Dom’s eyebrows crept higher on his forehead. “Together? What the fuck does that mean?”
    “Just that he can stay with us wherever we go next,” she said with a shrug. “So he can get to know Jasper. That’s all.”
    “Okay,” Dom said, studying her with those dark eyes that didn’t miss a beat. “Because for a moment I thought maybe you were sleeping with him.”
    She felt her face

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