Page 58 of Filthy Hot

Because fuck him.

Talon takes a step forward, then moves between Dennis and us, standing in front of the girl. I watch as he lifts his hand, wraps his fingers around the front of her throat, and squeezes gently as he stares into her eyes.

“Who do you belong to?” he asks.

We all watch the exchange in silence and wait for her to answer. “Always you, my love.”

“Good,” he growls. “Dennis may leave,” he says, then lifts his gaze, his eyes finding Atomic’s. “This is just the beginning. We have much to discuss.”

“Indeed,” Atomic agrees. “We have much to discuss.”

Talon’s gaze shifts back to the girl, and he releases her throat then takes a few steps backward. “You can all leave,” he murmurs, his attention only on the girl.

He’s speaking to us, but nobody exists, not really. This girl is the only thing in the world right now. I watch as she sinks to her knees and places her palms on the floor.

She’s on all fours and begins to crawl toward him. But he doesn’t stay in one spot waiting for her. Instead, he takes one step backward, then another, and begins to walk up the stairs.

It’s definitely time for me to leave.

Once he goes upstairs, he’s going to notice that Kyle isn’t there, and I know that’s when shit is going to get real. Jerking my chin to Dennis, I turn and walk out of the door. Atomic and King follow.

We climb onto our bikes, and Dennis is pushed into the cab of the waiting pickup truck. Thankfully, we had Rim bring it in case we needed it. Thank fuck we did. Rim starts the engine as the rest of us make our way out of the driveway.

It’s time to go to my woman.

Now.

KYLE

The van stops,and the doors are thrown open. I expect to see Rider standing on the other side, but he’s not there. Instead, it’s the two men who were driving, wearing identical uniforms to his.

I watch as the girls file out of the back, one by one, in a single file line. They follow behind one of the guys as he guides them to a place where they have obviously been before. They know where they’re going, and they do it quietly.

The man standing in front of me holds out his hand, palm facing up, as he watches me. “I’m Clink,” he states. I’m friends with Gnaw. You’re safe here.”

He’s speaking to me quietly, and I know it’s probably taking everything inside of him to be so soft-spoken, but he’s doing it. He is treating me like a scared animal, and he should. I am freaking terrified.

Crawling on my hands and knees, I make my way to the van door and place my hand in his. He curls his fingers around my hand and gently guides me out of the van. My feet are firmly planted on the ground before I lift my gaze to meet his.

“Thank you,” I whisper.

He chuckles and gives me a wink. “It’s all good, babe. Got some people who want to meet you inside, though. Let’s head on in.”

I don’t ask him what that means. He squeezes my hand, then releases it as he walks toward a brick building in the middle of an empty lot. I don’t know where I am, or what’s happening, but for whatever reason, this feels right.

For a moment, I think about asking him if he can take me to the motel, but I don’t think there’s anywhere else I’d like to be right now. This is where I belong. Clink opens the door to the building and stands to the side to allow me to pass.

I open my mouth to thank him, but the words die on my tongue as I step into the room. It’s a bar—and not just any bar. It’s not like Sal’s or anywhere else I’ve worked. This is the biker-ist of biker bars.

But as my gaze scans the room, it stops on something that seems out of place. It’s two women standing in front of a…dessert table?

And not just any dessert table. It’s covered in what appears to be gorgeous fluffy frosted cupcakes, cream-filled cookies, and brownies. My stomach flips and flops, growling loudly at the sight of it all.

I didn’t eat the full burger and fries Talon left for me, and I sure as shit did not drink the soda he left me just in case it was drugged. The two women lift their gazes to mine. Their lips turn up into a huge smile, and I watch as they lift their hands and wave.

Taking a step toward them, I feel my legs shaking, my thighs trembling. I wonder if my knees are going to give out. But the two girls hurry toward me and wrap their arms around me in a hug before I fall flat on my face.

“We’re so sorry we haven’t met you sooner,” one of them says as they both take steps backward. “I’m Shawn, and this is Ryan. We’re so excited to finally get to know you.”

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