Page 53 of Filthy Savage

SPENCER

A few days pass,and I focus on working, sharing dinner with Guts before his shift change with Fate every night. Evan texts me a few times, letting me know where he is on the road, and then when he arrives in Virginia.

When we talked on the phone, I felt at ease. But now that it’s been a few days, I have some doubt creeping up. I shake my head, trying to shake that doubt away. I’m not sure it works when my phone rings and takes me out of my thoughts.

It’s a restricted number. My heart races with hope that it’s Humble, and when I answer, I’m relieved to hear that it’s him. Our conversation is short—almost too short—but it’s good news for me. I can visit him next week.

The call ends, and I rush outside to tell Guts about my brother. He is standing with his back to the wall, his knee bent, and his foot flat against it. He doesn’t move his head to look at me. He doesn’t move at all.

He is focused, his face pointed at the road. His focus on that road almost appears doglike.

Something… or someoneis coming.

My breath is frozen, my throat closes, and I turn my head to watch in complete fear as a car pulls up the road. I don’t recognize it, although I wouldn’t recognize any car because Idon’t know anyone here, not anyone who would be coming here to visit me.

The car parks, the door flies open, and I watch as a gorgeous, leggy blonde unfolds from the car. I’ve never seen her before in my life, and I don’t think I want to, either. Guts doesn’t speak, and I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or not.

The girl stops at the base of the steps and then tugs her sunglasses off dramatically. I glance around to make sure there aren’t any cameras around filming her with the way she’s moving.

As far as I know, there aren’t any cameras. So I shift my attention back to her, swinging my own head dramatically as I do.

“Who are you?” she asks, her tone accusatory and less than friendly as she lifts her glasses and points them at me.

I’m not sure if my response can be less than one-hundred-percent spicy as I stare at her, narrowing my eyes. Guts doesn’t say anything, either. We both stare at this beautiful yet bitchy woman.

“I live here. Who the fuck are you?” I snap.

I hate myself for speaking that way. I sound like the girl I was ten years ago. I’ve spent the last ten years trying to sound more professional, yet one sexy girl crumbles it all in an instant.

Her lips twitch into a smirk. “I’m the girl who fucks Brew. Now run along, little girl,” she purrs.

That’s when I hear Guts hiss. I don’t look at him, though. Instead, I survey this woman a little closer. She’s not as tall as I originally thought. She has long legs, but they appear longer because she’s got hooker heels on.

She’s also wearing an extremely short skirt, so short that I’m surprised her labia isn’t hanging out the bottom. Her tube top is a whole other subject. Then there are her makeup and hair, both done to the extreme.

In fact, she looks like she just stepped out of one of those eighties hair band music videos.

I stifle a giggle thinking about that.

“Do you?” Guts asks. “How come I’ve never heard of you?”

She purrs, and I almost vomit. It’s so saccharine, and I have no doubt she uses it with all men and gets whatever she wants. But that has less to do with her voice and more to do with how short her skirt is.

“Who the fuck are you?” she snaps again, but this time, she’s aimed her question at Guts.

I’m already annoyed as hell with her. I’m ready to tell her to get her ass back in her car and get the hell out of here, even though I really want to know where this is going. I can’t get mad that Evan was with anyone else, even if what she’s saying is true. It’s not as ifI’vebeen celibate this whole time.

“I’m one of Brew’s brothers. Bitch, you’re gonna need to start talking, or I’m gonna have to demand you get the fuck off Brew’s property.”

She crosses her arms over her chest, jerking her chin in the air and looking down her nose at Guts. This girl is brave. She obviously doesn’t know that these men have killed people for less attitude than what she’s serving right now.

“Brew and I have been fucking off and on for about ten years. We’re a thing, the two of us. I’m from Longview. He came into Sal’s Bar once, we left together, and that was that. Although he doesn’t like me dancing, so he gives me money to stay home, and I give him pussy regularly.”

My stomach flips. Instantly, I feel sick. I try to swallow the lump that’s formed in my throat, but I fail. I’m going to throw up. The fact that he’s been keeping a woman… keeping her like this is some case of a 1500s royalty thing.

Like Brew is a king, and this is his mistress he keeps on the side, although he married the virgin to keep his bloodline pure.It makes me almost physically ill. I place my hand against my belly.

“Bitch, you got the wrong fucking house,” Guts growls.

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