Page 92 of Filthy Savage

I snort. “Nothing to find,” I say. “That bitch is pissed off because I won’t give her a dicking anymore. Got a woman now, and she’s angry it isn’t her.”

His head swivels, and he looks over his shoulder at Jasmine. She’s got her eyes narrowed and focused on me. I grin and jerk my chin toward her. I can’t help but chuckle as I watch her squirm slightly.

The cops eventually leave after hours of going through everything and making a mess of every nook and cranny. They also interview all of the clubwhore separately to try and catch us trafficking or pimping.

It doesn’t work, and they find nothing.

As they’re gathering their shit to leave, I call out to the one who watched me all evening. “I hope you at least arrest Jasmine for false reporting,” I say.

“Is it false?” he asks.

“Did you find anything, or did you just waste your whole fucking night?” I ask, arching a brow as I cross my arms over my chest.

He doesn’t say anything, but I can tell he’s thinking about it. I watch as he marches straight for Jasmine. He curls his fingers around her bicep and walks her out of the front door with the rest of the fuckers.

It’s three in the morning. We’re all exhausted, and not in a fun way. And now we have a whole fucking club to clean up. Atomic’s gaze flicks over to me. “Go to your woman. Mine made it home. We’ll worry about the rest of this shit tomorrow.”

I glance over to King, who jerks his chin toward me. “Let’s get the fuck out of here. Church tomorrow for everyone to discuss.”

It’s not like King makes any declarations about church or anything else. He always lets Atomic have his control over the club and everything it entails, especially when it comes to business. I don’t ask any questions about why he made the announcement. No doubt, it was just because it needed to be made and for no other reason.

What feels like seconds later, we’re on our bikes and heading off the clubhouse grounds. King and Atomic head toward town and their houses. I make my way toward Sal’s Bar. When I pull up to the parking lot, I’m not surprised to see Bren’s Jeep still there, along with the prospects’ bikes.

One of the prospects is standing beside the door. He jerks his chin in my direction. I open my mouth, starting to ask him where the other one is, but he answers me before I can say a word.

“He’s inside with the girls.”

“Gnaw?” I ask.

“He saw the action at the clubhouse, came here to tell the girls what was going on, then left. Don’t know where to.”

“I want the both of you to make sure that Kyle and Bren get home safely. I’ll contact Gnaw and let him know his woman is on her way home,” I instruct. He jerks his chin and opens the door, though he allows me to pass by him before he makes his way inside.

I walk into the strip club part of the bar and stop at the sight in front of me. The prospect is standing against the wall, his eyes focused on the only occupied table in the room. All three women have their arms on the table and their heads resting on them. Their eyes are all closed, and their mouths are open a little.

They’re passed out.

I head toward them. I don’t bother even trying to wake her up. Sliding my arms beneath Spencer’s body, I pick her up. For the first time, maybe in my whole life, I wish I didn’t have my bike here.

Her eyelids flutter open as her head lolls to the side, and her gaze finds mine as her lips curve up into a slow smile.

“Hey,” she breathes.

Chuckling, I dip my chin to look down at her. “Hey,” I rasp. “You good enough to ride on the back of the bike home?”

“Yeah.”

I set her down on the ground beside my bike, then climb on and hold out my hand. She slips onto the bike behind me, wrapping her arms around my waist, and scoots close to me. I can feel her heat on my back, and I know this feels right. Even if tonight was a fucked-up bitch of a night, this is all that matters.

Her on the back of my bike. Her arms around my middle. And the two of us heading straight home to slip into the bed we share.

I have the best fucking life.

No matter what gets thrown my way. I could not have dreamed of a better end to a night than this.

Not fucking ever.

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