Page 75 of Filthy Hot

Yeah.

What the fuck is right.

Because I have my arm lifted, the barrel of my gun pointed directly at his fucking face. I’m going to blow his head off when I’m done extracting information from this piece of shit. He has the nerve to look not only shocked but he also smiles at me.

“I’m so glad you’re here. I came as backup,” he lies.

Arching a brow, I snort, but it’s Atomic who speaks first. “You’re a liar, you’re a coward, and you’ve been trying to sell us out to the fucking Southern Mafia,” he growls.

Loner shakes his head, and I watch as nothing but pure panic crosses his features. I almost laugh, but I don’t because he kidnapped my woman and literally threw her across the fucking room like she was a goddamn rag doll. He dies just for that act alone.

“I’m not,” he whispers.

“Do you think I’m that stupid?” Atomic asks. “Gnaw answered Talon’s fucking phone, and Talon is dead.”

Loner’s eyes widen. I can tell he’s trying really hard to come up with something we’ll buy, considering all of the Southern Mafia members that we know about are dead, killed by us, and the whores are getting ready to be handed off to Talon’s grandfather as a show of good faith, along with Talon’s body.

“You better tell us what the fuck you know,” I grind out. “There is no hope for you.”

Loner’s gaze flicks down to Kyle, who is still on the floor, then slowly slides up to meet mine. He doesn’t say anything. Instead, he watches me, and the wheels continue to turn, but I know he realizes he is, without a doubt, fucked.

“All I did was report to them your moves,” he eventually states.

“Why?” Atomic asks.

Loner shifts from one foot to the other, then clears his throat. “They offered me money, my own bitch, and a high position.”

I snort. The whole thing is fucking ridiculous. “You make money with us, you have your pick of clubwhores, and you can work your way up to a higher position. That’s not fucking good enough to betray your family.”

“Family?” he asks. “Is that what you are?”

My eyes widen at his angry tone. I’ve never heard him pissed off before, let alone talk to any of us that way. He was brought in as a prospect three years ago, and he’s been part of the club for two. His name is Loner because that’s what he is, but he always seemed like a good dude.

“Albert got the next flight out. He’ll be here in a couple hours,” Nash announces as he walks into the room.

“You’re not my family. Talon is,” Loner growls, almost as if something has snapped inside of him. A second wind of fiery anger that is flowing through him.

It hits me that this wasn’t something that just happened. “We researched you,” I murmur. “Are you related to him?”

Loner laughs. “You researched a person who was created. I’m Talon’s brother.”

“Fuck,” I grind out.

I lower my gun. I can’t kill him, not with Albert on his way.

Nash has been in and out, busy making calls to get a refrigerated truck here to hold this fucking body for Albert. But he walked inside at the right time to hear Loner announce that he’s Talon’s fucking brother. “Tie him up,” he barks.

“So, he didn’t promise you shit,” King growls.

“Oh, he did, but it was mine anyway.”

“Why even lie?” King asks.

Loner shrugs his shoulder as if he’s almost bored by all of this. In the least, he’s fucking unbothered, and that pisses me off before he even says what he’s about to say, which I’m sure is just going to annoy me more.

“My grandfather is coming. You would have found out eventually.”

Call me fucking annoyed.

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