Page 60 of Filthy Savage

It’s strange, to say the least.

The sound of tires crunching against the gravel breaks my serene, calm silence. Turning my head, I look back over my shoulder and grunt. It’s not Ophelia. In fact, it’s not just one person.

It’s three.

Three absolutely beautiful women.

But I don’t want to see any of them right now. In fact, they are the absolute last people I want to see aside from Evan. Damn it, I really like his name. I like thinking it, I like saying it, and I absolutely love screaming it when he makes me come.

In this moment, I fully understand why people continue to fuck people who they don’t want to be with. How they stay in relationships longer than they should. How they completely degrade themselves for another person.

Because I can’t even pretend if that man showed up right now, I wouldn’t bend over and beg him to fuck me—because I absolutely would, and I know how horrible that sounds, but I’m not sure I care too much.

The car doors open simultaneously, and I let out a heavy sigh. Shifting my attention to Gnaw, I narrow my gaze on his, and he lets out a heavy sigh again. I cannot believe he did this shit to me.

“Well,” Ryan calls out, “Brew screwed up, didn’t he?”

I let out a snort as I force myself to walk straight for them. Ryan and Shawn both have their babies with them and then, what feels like seconds later, three bikes come tearing down the driveway.

“Our guards,” Shawn says, rolling her eyes. “We tried to lose them.”

That makes Gnaw chuckle. “Good girls,” he says softly. “Although, probably not something you should do often, especially when they’re supposed to be protecting you.”

Kyle tips her head backward, her eyes finding Gnaw’s, and I watch as he bends down slightly to brush his lips across hers. “Go inside,” he says softly. “Be a good girl.”

I actually hear her whimper from his words, and honestly, I don’t blame her. That good girl stuff is always hot as hell.

Less than five minutes later, my ass is planted on the seat of the sofa back inside the cabin, and I have three women’s eyes focused on me.

I’m the only focal point in the whole room, and I wish I weren’t. I almost ask Shawn and Ryan where the kids are in an effort to shift the conversation to something else, but I can tell by the way they’re staring at me that they wouldn’t take the bait.

“Spill, woman,” Ryan demands.

BREW

Conrad liftshis hand and snaps his fingers twice. I don’t know what the fuck he’s asking with that snap, but apparently, his people do. What feels like seconds later, a pen and paper are delivered to him.

Pressing my lips together, I watch as Conrad bends slightly and places the paper on the coffee table before he quickly scribbles some things down. Then he lifts his head, straightening before holding out said paper to Atomic.

Atomic reaches out to take the page from Conrad. I watch as his eyes scan the document, but he doesn’t say anything. I wish he would read it out loud. I want to know what the fuck this asshole is offering us as a collective because he’s acting like he’s going to give us the goddamn moon, and I just cannot imagine what’s on that paper is all that exciting.

Atomic jerks his chin, lifting his face to Conrad’s. “These are your terms?” he asks.

“Yes,” Conrad confirms.

“Let me talk to my men. Meet tomorrow before we leave town for a final agreement to be written, signed, and witnessed?” Atomic asks.

“Written, signed, and witnessed,” Conrad says, nodding once in agreement. “Now,” he begins as Atomic folds the paper and slides it into the chest pocket of his cut, “to show my good faith, I’d like you all to stay for dinner, drinks, and enjoyment.”

When he says the wordenjoyment, I can’t help but notice how his head tips toward the girls.

Fuck.

If this were a few months ago, I would probably enjoy several of them completely and wholeheartedly. But as soon as my eyes shift to them, standing there with their heads tipped submissively, an image of Spencer pops into my head. I can’t help but imagine her naked and spread in my bed.

That’s where I want to be, and if I even thought about dabbling with these women, she’d never be spread naked in my bed again. I’m not even sure if I could coax her back. She made it pretty fucking clear that it’s a hard line for her.

And I don’t blame her because just the idea of another man even looking at her, let alone touching her, makes me want to go on a murderous rampage. So, if monogamy is what she wants, it’s what she’ll get.

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