Wicked as Seduction (Trees & Laila, Part One) (Wicked & Devoted Book 5) by Shayla Black

Author:Shayla Black [Black, Shayla]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-03-14T18:30:00+00:00

When Laila hung up with Valeria, tears streamed down her face. Jorge’s condition had not improved. That worried her a great deal. So did her sister’s exhaustion. If the boy wasn’t better tomorrow, supposedly Kane would take them to a doctor. That was good news, but Laila hated not being there to tend to her nephew and support her sister. And she hated that, just like Trees had told her, Valeria refused to let her come there and help because she feared it wasn’t safe. Arguing with her sister had done nothing to change her mind.

Trees had known that when he’d told her he would bring her to Louisiana. He had twisted his words to mislead her, then hidden her less than an hour from her family.

So close…yet so far away. It seemed cruel.

His deception hurt more because, despite plotting to seduce him, when she had given her body to Trees, he had somehow slipped under her skin. Because of the way he touched her. The way he had given her pleasure. The way he seemed to care.

For the first time, for a brief moment, she had felt treasured.

Now? He merely seemed terse and happy to put distance between them. She would oblige him. It was more important to focus on finding ways to help her family, especially ending the danger to her sister and Jorge. If that meant she had to offer herself as bait, she would.

Swiping the wetness from her face, she availed herself of the warm shower. The house was older but meticulously kept. The bathroom was entirely bright and white, except for the black penny floor tile.

Once she was clean, she dressed again in her dirty clothes and tiptoed out of her bedroom. The house was quiet. The motorcycle that had been in the front when they’d pulled up was absent. Zy must be gone.

She and Trees were alone.

Pressing her hand to her nervous stomach, she made her way toward the only other light on in the house—the kitchen. He stood in front of the stove, heating something in a saucepan. It smelled good. Spicy. She was starved.

“You hungry?” he asked, pulling a can of green beans from his nearby pantry.

How had he known she was there? “I am fine.”

He skewered her with a frown over his shoulder. “You’re not. You haven’t eaten in over twelve hours. And you’re still wearing goddamn dirty clothes meant for Florida weather. Why, Laila? I’ll take care of you if you let me.”

“Nothing in life is free. Not the food you eat, not the clothes on your back, not the bed you sleep in. You have paid for all of those, yes?”

“Yes, but—”

“You did not expect anyone to give them to you for free. Because taking from others is wrong, and you are proud. So am I. Since I am without money, I only have one currency with which I could pay you. And when I left Mexico, I swore I would never whore myself out for my survival again.”

He dropped the spoon in the pan, its clatter a loud clang in the kitchen.

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