Liar, Liar by A.R. Hall
Fiona
Fiona stared down at the images spread across the desk. She couldn’t believe it. Moments she thought were simple or private now felt violated. The people she cared about most had no clue of the danger they were in.
Michael had pictures of Ben and Diana. The pictures that shocked her most were of Jasper and his friends. Not that she ever met them—she assumed they were close, since they all wore similar vests that also had Asylum MC on them. She didn’t even know these people, and she had this overwhelming urge to protect them.
“It’s a simple favor, and then I’ll leave your life for good,” Michael assured her for the hundredth time.
She continued to look at the pictures and ignore him. He was asking something so simple of her. Why? He could find a date with anyone; he wasn’t horrible to look at. Why did having her as his date to this event mean so much? What the hell was he still hiding? She knew this was no favor either. You don’t threaten people for a favor.
“Why me?” she had to ask, even though she doubted his answer would be full of truth.
“I don’t know many people here, but this event is important for business. There are a lot of people I need to make connections with, and you’re just the type to ensure that.” He sighed. “The event is in two days. Once it’s over, I’ll call my men off your friends, and we’ll be leaving. You can then go about your life as if you never met me.” He smiled, but his eyes held a secret.
“Fine,” she agreed. She didn’t trust him, but she needed to make sure her family was kept safe.
“Excellent.” He turned to one of his goons and nodded. The man opened the door and wheeled in a cart of half a dozen dresses. “These are the ones I’ve approved. I need you to try them all on so I can see what they look like and pick from there.”
She stood and walked over to them, running her fingers across the materials. “Okay.” She turned and crossed her arms, waiting for them to leave. “Privacy please.”
“I don’t trust you not to try something and run. So you’ll forgive me if we stay right here.” He eyed her up and down.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.” She rolled her eyes as she started to undress. Fiona wasn’t modest, but she didn’t care to flaunt her stuff in front of these people.
She’d barely tried on the last dress when Michael had her try on two of them all over again. He walked around her. He didn’t put his hands on her, but his eyes all over her repulsed her.
“The red one it is.” He proceeded to pull out a mask from behind him. She hadn’t seen it before; it was like he pulled it out of thin air. He walked behind her and tied it on. “Perfect.”