Page 64 of Filthy Hot

They go through me.

Twisting the knob, I tug the door open and step out into the hallway. Rim is waiting, although he appears extremely uneasy. I wonder if he’s the spy. I hadn’t thought much about it with everything surrounding Kyle coming back and our reunion.

But it’s a possibility.

I open my mouth to ask him why those fuckers in question are even here. We made it clear—Dennis for the girl. They can’t think we were able to get Kyle out of the house, could they?

And the fact that we’re here before anyone was even able to properly question Dennis. Or maybe someone did, but I don’t know anything about it, because I was a bit busy. I smirk, thinking about being busy. Because it was an amazing busy.

Fucking Kyle will always be the way I choose to spend my time. Work be damned.

Instead of questioning Rim, I decide to tuck the questions into my back pocket as I move down the hallway and head straight for the bar. I’m not surprised to see the rest of themen there, knowing they likely stayed here tonight out of an abundance of caution, and they were right to do so.

Atomic and King stand in front, the rest of the men behind them as backup. When I enter the room, I can feel Talon’s gaze on me.

“Where is she?” he demands.

I almost laugh in his face. He doesn’t have a right to know anything about Kyle, and I assume that’s who he’s questioning me about.

“Not a single clue who you’re talking about,” I state.

I give him absolutely nothing.

Not a goddamn thing.

Because fuck him.Fuck him completely.

CHAPTER

TWENTY-FIVE

KYLE

I stretchand reach out for Rider, but the sheets are cold. Then I hear it. A loud boom that rattles the entire room. Sitting straight up in bed, I clutch the sheet to my chest and stare at the door, wondering if it’s going to fly open or not.

My eyes flick around the room, the terror filling my veins, causing my blood to freeze like cubes of ice. I don’t know what’s going to happen, but I do not want to be here for it, either. I want to be anywhere else, because I have a feeling that the sound I heard is the semblance of my safety being blown to pieces.

Shattered.

As much as I want to jump out of this bed, throw on my clothes, and figure out a way to slip away from all of this, I am frozen in fear. I can’t move a single inch. There is shouting downstairs, and I strain to hear Rider’s voice, but I can’t make out any specific men in particular.

Holding my breath, I continue to stare at the door. I don’t know if I should hope for it to open or if I need to pray that itdoesn’t. There are some more noises. These ones sound almost like fireworks, but I know they aren’t. They’re gunshots.

After I hear a round of loud pops that jolts me enough to move, I do just that. Jumping out of bed, I reach for the first article of clothing that I can find on the floor, and that’s Rider’s T-shirt. I tug it on over my head, then walk over to the window and curse. It’s a straight drop down. I’ll break a leg if I try to climb out.

Shit.

Walking over to the door, I suck in a breath and slowly open it. As quietly as I can, I stick my head out and look down the hallway. Shifting my head from side to side, I listen for any sign of movement, but there is nothing.

Inhaling a deep breath, I hold it before I slip out of the bedroom and tiptoe toward the staircase. I bite the inside of my cheek as I try to ignore the fact that I’m not wearing a bra, panties, or pants, just Rider’s white T-shirt.

Hugging the wall as I move down the stairs, I freeze in my place when I hear men’s voices. I also hold my breath, my teeth sinking deeper into my cheek to the point of tasting blood as I attempt to decipher what’s being said and by whom.

“Where is she? Where are the others?” a deep voice growls.

It’s Talon.

I know it’s him just based on what he’s said. He wants me. He wants the other girls. I don’t know why he wants me in the mix, but those girls are enamored by him. They are clearly obsessed with him. I don’t know why, I don’t care to know why, I just don’t ever want to see his face again.

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