Page 49 of Filthy Hot

“I don’t know if I should be happy to hear your voice or not,” I say, laughing softly.

He chuckles at my words and puts me out of my misery as he begins to speak.

“Kyle Stewart. She’s single, but she was with someone off and on from the time she was sixteen until about four years ago.”

Nash clears his throat, and I picture him shaking his head a couple of times before he continues. “He’s been chasing her down and dragging her back to him for the past four years. She comes from a shit family, and my guess would be that she ran from that situation, not realizing she was going straight into the same shit under a different name.”

That’s about what she told me of the situation, but there is something about hearing it from him that makes my whole body tighten. Fuck. I didn’t want this to happen to her. I wanted to keep her safe, protect her.

Nash hums. “That’s the long and short of it, but as I was looking into her and the guy, something struck me as odd.”

“What’s that?” I ask when he doesn’t continue immediately.

“I’ve been tracing that fucker, so I could tell you exactly where he is in case you wanted to take care of him yourself,” he says.

“Yeah?” I growl.

“He’s been in Pineville. He’s not here now, but he’s not very far, either. So, I hope you locked her up somewhere safe because he’s coming for her.”

Fuck.

A sinking feeling consumes me—I have a feeling he’s already found her.

Fuckingfuck.

“Thanks, Nash. Hey,” I call out. Although this probably has nothing to do with Kyle, at least, I don’t think it does. I continue because it is important for him and for the club.

“Keep an eye out for the Southern Mafia. They’re trying to come into Texas. We’re dealing with them right now, but I don’t know how big they really are. And they want over the border,bad.”

My warning isn’t meant to go over Atomic’s head, and I know he wouldn’t get pissed because it’s Nash. And right now, it’s a fair fucking warning. He needs to know because they’re part of our club and just as close to the border as we are. Nash thanks me, tells me good luck and to stay alert, then ends the call.

Throwing my leg over my bike, I make my way into the bar. It’s already quiet inside, the men having made their way into the room for church. The whores having gone to their own quarters.

I move toward the conference room, then tug the door open and slip inside. I don’t know if I should tell everyone what Nash said, but I decide I need to, because it could be important.

That fucker is somewhere near Pineville, and I have a feeling he could either be with her and the Southern Mafia or getting in our way. Either scenario is bullshit. I want to go and find the asshole, find the Southern Mafia, take them all out, then get my woman.

When I’m finished telling the whole room about Kyle, her ex, and the fact that he’s here somewhere, I wait for a response from my brothers.

Nobody speaks immediately.

They all look either at the table or the floor, but none of them shift their gazes up to meet mine. I’m not quite sure what their deal is, but it feels very much like avoidance. I don’t like that shit at all.

Brew shifts in his seat, and I watch as he leans forward, placing his elbows on the table, his gaze flicking from Atomic’s to mine.

“Well, if this shit isn’t connected, I would be fucking shocked,” he barks.

“I agree,” I say. It’s just too fucking weird that it’s all at once and that Kyle is missing. “What happens now?” I ask.

“Let’s get Nash to send us a location. If this fucker is involved, and he is with them, then we’ll know where the other location is. Maybe Sal is there, too,” Atomic says.

I wince, thinking about Sal. I haven’t forgotten about him, but at the same time, my focus has been on Kyle and getting her home safely. That is all I’ve given a shit about, and I know that finding Sal and the bar is important, but I have a feeling I’ve let some of the other shit get overlooked.

“Wait,” I shout, slamming my palm down on the large table we’re all sitting around.

Everyone lifts their eyes, their spines straightening when they do, and their eyes connect with mine. I can feel their attention focused on me, but it’s only Atomic who I give much of a fuck about. He’s my president and the one who makes the decisions.

“What?” he finally asks when I don’t continue.

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