Page 10 of Filthy Savage

Turning my head as I step into my room, I look over my shoulder at her. “Fire?” I ask. She lifts her chin slightly, her eyes finding mine. “Trust me, not you, babe. It’s me. It’s just a lot.”

She nods once, then disappears down the hall. Only when she’s gone do I close and lock the door behind me. Making my way over to the window, I look out at the grounds. There isn’t much to see now that the sun has set. It’s not like we have a lot of lighting out here, but I don’t give much of a fuck because my mind goes back to Spencer.

Her eyes, her smile, her body. I can’t stop thinking about her. I want her. Not just for a night—I want to keep her.

CHAPTER

FOUR

SPENCER

I’mon my second cupcake when I hear a noise outside, an all too familiar noise. Running over to the peephole, I peer out. I don’t know what I expect to see, but it isn’t Atomic, with his bike parked next to my car as he moves toward the motel room door.

I’ve finished my work for the evening, enjoying a bit of downtime watching television. The sight of him, even through the peephole, is almost unbearable. He looks so much like Brew that my breath hitches.

Even though I watch him lift his hand and knock, I still jump when he does. Reaching for the knob, I slowly turn it and tug the door open. I step to the side but don’t speak as he passes by me and enters my room.

He doesn’t say a single word as he moves straight for that bakery box, as if he knows exactly where it’s from and the contents. I’m surprised to see him make his way toward it. I don’t remember him eating a lot of sweets years ago. He seemed to be more of a foodie rather than a bakery lover.

“You went to Shawn’s, I see,” he mutters.

“Shawn’s?” I ask, closing the door behind me.

I’m sure I should feel uncomfortable having this man just appear in my room, but I don’t. Atomic is Brew’s brother. To fall in love with Brew means to love his brother as well, and I made sure I knew everything there was to know about Atomic.

“What are you doing here?” I ask softly when he doesn’t respond.

Atomic turns his head, tilting it to the side. His eyes find mine as his lips twitch into a smile. When he speaks, I’m taken aback by his words. It’s not quite what I expect him to say.

“Shawn is the bakery owner in town, probably had a baby strapped to her chest. She’s King’s old lady.”

Staring at him, I blink, unable to speak. But I am able to mutter a question, a burning one. “Sheis an old lady?” I ask, needing clarification.

Atomic chuckles. “I got one, too, babe. And two kids now.”

“Atomic,” I breathe.

He watches me, his eyes dancing as he does. He’s happy. I didn’t know this man could ever look so… at peace. I thought that because their lives were so wild and crazy, they only knew chaos. But this isn’t chaos on his face. It is peace.

“It’s a good life, babe. You should really look a bit deeper into it. We aren’t the same men you remember us to be. Probably never really were.”

Pressing my lips together, I roll them a few times. I want to roll my eyes at his words, but that girl at the bakery, she was so sweet, and I just can’t imagine she would be with someone who wasn’t… at least semi-good.

As I slide my tongue over my lips, thinking, I taste honey on them from the cupcake I devoured a few moments ago. Sinking down on the chair at the small bistro table, I can’t take my eyes off his. Those words are poignant.

We aren’t the same men you remember us to be.

My lips twitch into a smirk. “But at the same time, you are, right?”

Atomic’s eyes search mine, and he laughs again. I don’t think I’ve ever seen this man smile as much as he does right now. Maybe he’s telling me the truth. Perhaps things have really changed down at that clubhouse.

“If that’s the case, Atomic, if you aren’t the same, then why is my brother in jail?” I demand.

He moves over to the chair across from me and lets out an old man groan as he sinks down into the cushion. I almost laugh. It’s kind of cute. He’s aged in the ten years I’ve been gone, but not in a bad way. Much like Brew, he looks hot as hell. Which is really not fair.

“The courts are going to make an example out of Humble. As much as I want to promise you that he will get off free, he won’t. Best we can probably do is have him take a plea deal.”

Sinking my teeth into my bottom lip again, I hold back the scream I want to release in Atomic’s face. He’s called my brother by his real name. He’s being real with me, serious and respectful. I like that. And I hate it at the same time.