Page 15 of Filthy Savage

Atomic dips his chin. It’s my turn to speak now, but I’m not sure they’re going to like what I have to say. It’s not like I can change the routes that are in place. Not just because some of them are not changeable but because I researched them extensively.

I know these are the best ones, especially when it comes to other groups’ territories and payoffs. It’s a lot of fucking work to come up with the best routes, and I can’t just change them on a whim.

“I can’t change them, and if I do, it won’t be immediately.”

Atomic dips his chin. “See what you can do. For now, we try to stay off the radar of every kind.”

Instead of saying anything, all I do is nod once. Then I lean back and listen to the rest of the meeting without chiming in, mainly because I’m focused on the thoughts that lead me back to Spencer, as they always have.

CHAPTER

SIX

SPENCER

The bakery is open,but the face that greets me isn’t the same one from yesterday. Instead, it’s an equally beautiful woman with an even smaller baby strapped to her chest. These women are gorgeous and making babies.

It’s a life that I could only dream of.

I open my mouth to say something, but she speaks before I can. And when she does, I recognize her, but I can’t quite place her. I’m taken a bit off guard. There’s something familiar about her that causes me to pause.

“Hello, can I help you with anything?”

She’s cheerful and simply stunning. I don’t know how these two women are working at the same place. It seems almost impossible that they even know one another yet are here together in the same building. How is this real life?

I open my mouth, not sure what I’m going to ask her, so nothing actually comes out. But then another voice calls out from the back. I tilt my head to the side and watch Shawn, baby and all, make her way toward the counter.

“You’re back,” she says with a smile.

“I am,” I say, feeling extremely out of place and awkward. I shouldn’t have come here.

Shawn’s eyes search mine. They’re sparkling as they do. Her entire face is so bright, and her eyes even dance. I don’t know how else to describe her other than blissful. That’s it. Shawn is blissful. I’ve never felt that way. I can only imagine what it’s like.

“Can I talk to you?” I ask on a whisper.

I should turn my ass around and walk away, but I’m already here, so I’m just going to go with it and worry about the fact that I’m making a fool out of myself later… most likely when I’m lying in bed tonight going over every little detail.

She frowns, but I can feel the other woman’s eyes on me. I don’t know who she is, even if she’s familiar in some way, but she clearly doesn’t trust anything I’m about to say to her friend. She’s smart to be cautious, considering who her friend is married to.

“It’s about King,” I say.

She blinks, and the blissful look on her face vanishes. It’s replaced with a mix of confusion and something else, maybe jealousy. I’m not quite sure. She cautiously moves around the counter toward me before she lifts her arm, motioning toward a small table in the corner.

“Is everything okay?” she chances asking, her words coming out slowly as we both take a seat at the small table across from one another.

“Oh, this isn’t really about him so much as it’s about your relationship with him.”

She frowns, her gaze sharpening on me when she does. I almost laugh, not just because anything to do with King and me is hilarious, but also because she has no clue just how fucked up I am over Brew. And always will be. I need to be clear with her, and soon.

“Atomic told me just how good the two of you were. How much King has changed since meeting you. I didn’t believe him, but he said you’re together.”

There is silence between us as her gaze searches my own. “We’re married, yes,” she says. “Elvis is very good to me, like any husband should be. I am a little confused by all of this…”

“I’m Spencer,” I introduce myself. My name doesn’t ring any bells with her, and I’m sure it shouldn’t. “I’m Clink’s sister.”

The other woman’s gasp can be heard all the way across the room. “Spencer, is that really you?” she asks in a whisper.

I shift my attention from Shawn to the other woman, my eyes widening as I watch her. “Yes, I’m Spencer,” I say, unsure of how she knows me. I knew she was familiar, and now she knows who I am, so I’m even more confused.

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