Page 9 of Filthy Savage

“You look really fucking pathetic sitting over here nursing that beer,” Atomic grumbles next to me.

Turning my head slowly, I look at my brother. “Don’t feel like drinking.”

“Clink or his sister?”

“Both,” I grunt.

He chuckles. I shift in my seat uncomfortably, my gaze finding his when he doesn’t say anything else.

“Clink’s shit isn’t looking good,” he rasps, his voice low so that nobody else can hear. “They got him on shit that we cannot make disappear. It was in progress. So, he’s seriously fucked. Best they can do is probably a plea deal, hopefully get less time for that.”

“Fuck,” I hiss. “Spencer is going to lose her shit.”

He jerks his head in a single move. “Yeah,” he murmurs. “She will.”

“So there’s no way at all for him to get out of it?”

Atomic shakes his head a couple of times. “They want to make an example out of him, out of us.”

Fuck.

Of course, they do.

Because why wouldn’t they? Crossing state lines the way he did, the way I mapped and planned for him to. Fuck. The guilt absolutely consumes me.

“I’ll take care of Spencer,” I say.

Atomic laughs. “I’m sure you will. She’s looking good, especially behind the wheel of that fancy little Tesla. She’s done well for herself.”

“She has,” I grunt.

I really don’t want to have this conversation with him or anyone else. I want to drink the rest of this beer, go upstairs, and pass the fuck out. Tomorrow is a new day. A new day to work on Spencer. I don’t think I can let her leave again for ten more years. Not without the promise of her return. However that looks—whatever that means.

“You don’t want to talk about it, but you’re going to have to face it, Brew.”

“Yeah,” I murmur. “You’re right. Idon’twant to talk about it.”

Standing up from the barstool, I leave my beer on the bar and walk away from my brother. I can hear him laugh behind me, but I ignore him. As I walk down the hallway, I ignore everyone as I make my way toward my room.

I’m surprised to find Firecracker standing next to my door. Stopping in front of her, I tilt my head to the side as her gaze lifts to meet mine. I arch a brow, waiting for her to speak, but she only gives me a sad smile.

“I was thinking about Clink,” she murmurs.

“No, you weren’t.”

She shrugs a shoulder. “Itisupsetting.”

“But that’s not why you’re in front of my door, babe.”

“It’s not why I’m in front of your door,” she says, repeating my words, confirming my statement.

I think about taking her inside and fucking my frustration out on her, but then an image of Spencer flashes in front of my eyes, and I decide against it. I need to be alone tonight. I need to think about how I’m going to approach this situation with her.

How do I not make her fucking hate everything about me?

“Not tonight, babe,” I mutter, brushing past her into my room.

“Just find me if you need me,” Firecracker says, her voice sounding small, almost far away and hopeful.

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