Page 46 of Filthy Savage

He shakes his head once. “Gotta go, beautiful. Guts is going to come and hang with you. He’s your daytime protection. I don’t know who is scheduled for evenings.”

Biting the inside of my cheek, I watch him for a moment, then move toward him. I’m not sure where he’s going or what he’ll be doing, but what I do know is that every minute of every day, he’s in danger of being caught doing something illegal and being sent to prison to join Humble.

I hate that.

And this moment is a big fat reminder of that.

“You good?” he asks.

I want to tell him that I am, indeed, not good, but I don’t. Instead, I plaster on a fake-as-hell smile and nod a couple of times.

“Yeah, I’m good,” I lie.

He smirks. “You’ll be good, Spencer.”

I know I’ll be good. I’m not worried about me, not by any means. What I am is worried that he’s going to become my brother’s cellmate. I don’t know what he’s doing or where he’s going, and I know he won’t tell me either.

So I don’t have a choice. I have to be good.

Turning my back to him, I walk toward the front door of the cabin and wrap my fingers around the knob. Turning my head, I look over my shoulder at him and smile. Evan jerks his chin toward me before he starts his bike’s engine.

He watches me, not leaving as I stand at the door. He wants me to open it and go inside to ensure my safety. Pushing thedoor open, I take a step inside, then another. Turning completely around, with the door open, I watch as he slowly spins the bike around, and then he’s off.

I’m not sure if it’s just because Humble is where he is or if it’s because I’ve fallen head over heels in love with this man, but as he rides away, my entire chest aches. My breathing turns into short pants. I slam the front door closed and slowly sink down onto my ass.

I feel like I’m choking. Like the air has been sucked from my body. My heart races, slamming against my chest as I stare at the front door.

Panic.

That’s what I’m feeling. I try to breathe, but I can’t. Stars explode in my vision, and everything around me becomes hazy and unfocused, and then it all goes black.

CHAPTER

EIGHTEEN

BREW

Typically,I would be the one who leads a group of men anywhere, especially on a long trip like this. It would be a route that I had researched and ensured we didn’t encroach on any other club’s territory.

But on this particular ride, King is the one in front of this group since we’re heading to his father’s place.

Gnaw doesn’t join us on the trip, not wanting to deal with his father, who is part of the Dark Horse MC in Corpus Christi. I don’t blame him. Their relationship is toxic.

The ride down south takes a few hours, but it gives me time to think about Spencer and also about Clink. I feel guilty as fuck still about the whole thing. It was my route that got him fucked up, that got him sent away.

Even though I know it was the Southern Mafia’s doing, that doesn’t mean I don’t share the blame. That I don’t feel the extreme guilt. I paid off people who I thought would protect our men, and they fucking did not do that. I paid off the wrong fucks is what I did, and I hate myself for it.

All of these things combined make me think that the Southern Mafia was smarter and more powerful than we gave them credit for. This also makes me consider that they are bigger than just this one location.

I just don’t know where the fuck to look for them. I know that is the whole point of this trip, but it still makes me uneasy. There is something huge here that I’m missing. And I don’t know where to start looking.

Pulling into Corpus, I am instantly hit with the scent of the salty ocean air. And because she’s all I can think about right now, it makes me think of Spencer. I want to see her in a bikini.

I want to strip that bikini off her body and taste every inch of her on the beach. Sand be damned.

King guides us toward the strip club. It’s not far from the beach, and all of the buildings in the area are in different stages of remodeling. It was hit hard by a hurricane a few years ago, but it seems to be an up-and-coming area.

As we pull our bikes up to the front so I can truly take everything in, I can’t help but laugh. The building is two stories, with what looks like a bike coming out of the front of it. There is a neon sign flashing over the top of the bike that reads,Girls, Girls, Girls.

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