Page 52 of Filthy Hot

“She sure as fuck will not be,” I grind out.

“Dennis?” Brew asks.

Thoughts of the women being locked up in the warehouse vanish. I’m sure Clink and Atomic have that shit under control. I’m sure it’s going to be a hostage-for-a-hostage situation, but I’m not sure it could really be anything else.

I also don’t think we’ll give them those bitches. I have no doubt they’ll find a life elsewhere, but it will be for someone other than the Southern Mafia. Because those fucks are not even going to be breathing in a few days.

“I’m ready to end these motherfuckers,” I grind out.

Clink and Brew chuckle, but they feel the same way. “We only have a few hours until church. Do we have all of the information?” I continue.

“The information is,” Clink begins, “those fucks aren’t as big as they’re trying to portray, and we’ve got their whores, all of whom will never go back to them because we’re going to end them all,” Clink states.

He’s not wrong.

“I’m ready for some southern fish fry,” I state.

“Same fucking here,” Clink grinds out.

“The leader is where you take shit like this down,” Brew says. “It all starts from the top.”

My lips twitch into a smirk before I speak. “I’m ready to take everyone down. I want the Dark Horse MC to be the only fucking people who stand by the end of this. Dark Horse and our people.”

“Which includes Kyle,” Clink laughs.

“Including Kyle,” I say. “I was going to wait until she returned to tell anyone, but she’s my old lady. She’s fucking mine.”

Mine.

There is nobody else.

I don’t care that it makes me sound like a complete fucking pussy. She is mine. I am head over heels for Kyle, and while I know that I am in love with her, I have enough control that I can’t admit that part yet.

But I will.

Maybe when I am able to hold her again—imminently.

KYLE

The door opens again,and Talon stands in front of me with a paper bag in one hand and a fountain drink in the other. The only, and I mean the only, good part about being in this predicament is the fact that there is a bathroom attached to this room.

I couldn’t even imagine what I would have to do if there weren't at least a toilet. Considering hours go by between any sort of interaction with anyone. But now there is food in the mix. That would make things… complicated.

Talon stands in front of me, then smirks and slowly moves toward me. I watch as he sinks down onto his haunches, setting the bag down at my feet as his eyes search mine. Then he smiles.

This isn’t real.

This man is not nice.

He’s playing a game with me, and he thinks I’m stupid enough or naïve enough to buy what he’s selling. I’m not. Maybe I was when I was sixteen, but not anymore.

“You must be hungry,” he murmurs.

I am starving.

But I don’t tell him that. Instead, I stare into his face, unwilling to give him a reaction. Although I have a feeling he canread my mind. There is something about him that makes me feel as though he can see directly into my soul.

He’s a master manipulator, but also, he’s a master at reading people. It’s clear to me. I’ve been around bad people enough to be able to tell when someone is bad. And Talon is really bad.

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