Page 6 of Filthy Savage

My eyes widen, and I lift my brows in surprise. Then my lip curls. “Outside, or I drag your ass out, babe.”

She rolls her eyes, then spins around and walks out the door. I watch her ass for a moment. Fuck me, but she looks amazing. Better than she did when she left. She fucking should. She’s almost thirty now, a woman.

“Now that the whole clubhouse isn’t watching, wanna tell me what the fuck, and how the fuck you got here so fast?” I grind out.

Her lips twitch into a smirk. “He didn’t tell you he was arrested.”

“I just found out. What the fuck?” I demand.

She lets out a laugh, and the sound hits me straight in the dick. Fuck me. I absolutely love the sound of her laugh, even if it’s at my expense. I watch her, unable to take my eyes off her, and if she notices me staring, she doesn’t say anything.

“He called me about seven hours ago. I got in my car and drove straight here,” she says, lifting her hand to point at a white car.

Flicking my gaze to the car, I snort, then shift my attention back to meet hers. “A Tesla?” I ask. She doesn’t respond, so I continue. “You really bought into that Austin lifestyle, yeah?”

She rolls her eyes to the sky and then lowers them to connect to my gaze. “I like my little car.”

Her words come out flat, as if she’s bored with me, but I know that’s not the case. I could stand here all day long and talk to her, spar with her, hell, just stare at her. But I don’t. I have club shit to handle. I haveClinkto handle.

“What do you want, Spencer? What are you doing here?”

She stares at me in the moment of silence that follows my question, her eyes searching my own, and then she lets out a sigh. She appears annoyed with me. I think it’s cute as fuck. My lips twitch as I wait for her to answer me.

Lifting my arms, I cross them over my chest as I tip my chin and look down at her. Her next words should piss me off, but they don’t. I understand her anger. I’m pissed off, too. I’m also wondering how the club is going to fix this.

Unfortunately, I don’t know if it’s fixable.

“I came here to see how you people are going to fix my brother’s situation. He will not go to prison for this shit.”

Spencer may have left Pineville, but she never left her brother, and that shit is admirable. My fingers itch to touch her, and I try as hard as I fucking can not to do that. Keeping my arms crossed over my chest is the only way I can keep from touching her.

“Do you think we don’t want to help him?” I ask. “That we want one of our own locked away?”

Her eyes narrow, then she looks away for a moment before shifting her attention back to meet mine again. “All I know is you made him do illegal shit, and now he’s locked up.”

I don’t laugh. I want to, but I don’t.

“Nobody makes anybody do illegal shit, babe. Clink has been part of this club since he was sixteen. He’s an officer. Nobody made him do a goddamn thing.”

She opens her mouth to protest, but I shake my head once. “You know he loves the club, Spencer. Just like I know you fucking hate it. But that doesn’t mean we don’t love him. We do. And none of us want to see him locked away. We took all the necessary precautions. It was a whole new route. He knew the risks.”

“That’s not good enough,” she shouts.

Dropping my hands to my sides, I close the short distance between us. My hands cup her cheeks as I search her gaze.

“We’re going to fightforhim, Spencer. Wewillfight with him.”

“He’s all I have,” she whispers.

Shaking my head once, I clear my throat. “No, babe. We’re your family, too. You got this whole fuckin’ club.”

CHAPTER

THREE

SPENCER

Standingin front of Brew as a whole grown-ass woman now, I can’t believe I still feel anything for him—but I do. How ridiculous of me to have feelings for someone who rejected me the way he did. Who hurt me the way he did.

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