Page 74 of Filthy Hot

“Hey, boss, I got Kyle. Where do you want me to take her?”

My heart starts to race. He has Kyle.Who the fuck is he? I start to ask him that but snap my lips closed. There is only one way to play this, and that’s to fake it. So, I’m going to pretend to be Talon until I find out just what the fuck is happening.

“Bring her to the house in Waskom.” I try to sound as much like Talon as I can. I’m sure I fail completely. I wouldn’t believe me, that’s for sure.

The man on the other end of the line agrees and then ends the call. As I stare at his number, I decide to go through my own phone to check if I can match it with a contact. When I find the owner of said fucking phone number, my blood turns cold.

Turning my head, I look behind me at King and Atomic. “It’s fucking Loner. He’s the rat. He’s got my woman.”

Their attention lifts, and their eyes meet mine. I watch as they widen, but it’s Nash who speaks first.

“Then we’ll be fucking waiting for him. This shit is done today. He has no fucking clue that Talon is gone. And we’re going to enjoy pulling information out of him.”

Nash is right. We are going to enjoy all of this. Then I’m going to fully enjoy fucking my woman covered in the blood of these fucks who thought they could use her as a pawn. This shit is done today.

Over and done.

KYLE

I don’t knowwhere we’re going, not that I would even if he gave me a play-by-play, because I don’t know this area at all. I’ve only lived in Pineville for a few weeks as it is. I’m surrounded by pine trees, on a two-lane road, and empty land for miles on either side of us with a random house here and there.

Until Loner turns down one country road, then guides the pickup truck down a dirt road. I start to tremble in my seat. My body shakes uncontrollably. It’s secluded out here, not just a little bit, but really secluded.

I don’t think I’ll be able to get away, not that I thought I could anyway, but if there is an opportunity, it will without a doubt be lost on me, because I’ll be found by them in an instant with everything being so open and without any other people anywhere near.

The pickup pulls up to a house at the end of the long drive, and my lips part in awe. It’s beautiful. I only wish this weren't such a scary moment, because the house is gorgeous, and I would love to explore it.

Old houses are totally my thing. I love to look around, to take them in, to envision the past that once called this home. There are a million stories to be discovered in these old houses, and I want to hear them all.

“Stay the fuck there,” Loner snaps once the truck stops.

His sharp words and warning tone cause me to snap out of my thoughts and back into reality. He jumps out of the pickup, and I do as he demands, staying perfectly still and wondering if I could get away, and if I did, where could I even go? Nowhere. That’s the answer. There aren’t even any trees to hide behind at this place. There’s nothing but open fields of grass.

The passenger door flies open, and he doesn’t even allow me to let myself down. Instead, he reaches for my arm and pulls me hard until I’m on the ground. Then he yanks my arm up and forces me to stand.

I don’t understand why he’s being so aggressive, but I don’t chance asking him. He drags me behind him as he moves toward the front door of the house. I try to stay upright, not wanting to be dragged across the dirt drive. But I stumble and hit that red dirt more than once.

When we’re finally to the front door, he pushes it open and throws me inside. My body is flung across the entry foyer of the house, and I land on my hip, sliding across the floor, trying not to make a sound but likely failing because that shit hurt.

I’m greeted with the sound of silence. Then I hear Loner from behind me somewhere. “What the fuck?” he hisses.

Slowly, I lift my eyes to the room and see him.

Him.

Rider.

His expression, which is focused directly on Loner, is nothing less than murderous.

Oh shit.

CHAPTER

TWENTY-NINE

GNAW

The moment Lonerthrows Kyle across the living room, I know without a doubt that this man is a fucking traitor. And when his eyes meet mine, I hear him hiss, “What the fuck?”

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