Page 91 of Filthy Savage

The name.

Jasmine.

My entire body jolts to attention. Adrenaline replaces the sluggish effects of alcohol. Rushing toward them, I lift my hand and slap it down on the center of Gnaw’s chest. I hear Kyle gasp in the background, but I don’t care.

The prospects take a step backward each, no doubt afraid to get in my way because I am, after all, an old lady. They wouldn’t dare even look at me sideways, let alone attempt to touch me in any way.

“What about Jasmine?” I grind out.

Gnaw’s eyes are wide as he stares at me for a moment, no doubt in shock from my quick movement and my touch, especially in front of Kyle. But I don’t care, not at all. I need to know what the hell is going on, and I need to know now.

“Club—” he begins.

“If you are going to finish that withbusiness, I swear to God,” I growl.

His lips twitch into a smirk, but thankfully, he doesn’t argue with me. Instead, he clears his throat, then dips his chin into a single nod before he decides to come clean, at least with as much information as he can actually tell me without violating the club business bullshit.

“Jasmine told some government agency that we were trafficking drugs and guns. They’re at the clubhouse without a warrant, on probable cause, and searching the whole place. She’s there as their fucking informant, thinking she’s hot shit.”

“That cunt,” I hiss.

“Basically,” he snorts.

“What are they going to find, Rider?” Kyle asks.

His gaze shifts to her, his lips curving up into a smile, and I watch as his entire expression softens. God, it’s beautiful the way they look at one another.

“They aren’t going to find shit,” he states.

“Take me to Jasmine’s place,” I demand.

Gnaw’s head jerks to the side, his eyes find mine, and he stares at me for a long moment. “You can’t,” he says.

I snort. “I can and I will. This girl is a problem.”

He lets out a burst of laughter. “Don’t worry, baby badass, we got this. Stay right here, hang out, and stay safe. Brew will be here soon to get you. They aren’t arresting anyone tonight. They got nothing on one damn person in that club.”

“How come you weren’t there?” Kyle asks.

“I was doing something for the club. I saw the red and blue lights from the police cars flashing, so I just kept riding by. I snuck around the back of the building, and that’s when I heard and saw Jasmine. The fucking bitch thinks she’s really going to get Brew put away. She’s that pissed about losing dick. It’s fucking insane.”

Inwardly, I smile hugely because he has just said what I wanted to hear, that Evan was done with Jasmine. Evan could tell me all day long, and I would still have something niggling in the back of my mind, but hearing it from someone else eases all of my tension.

“I’ll stay here,” I whisper.

He chuckles before he clears his throat. “Obliged, Spence.” Then I watch as he walks over to Kyle. He curls his fingers around the front of her throat and dips his chin before he kisses her. I turn away. The moment is a little too intimate for me to witness.

Gnaw tells both of us, plus Bren, to stay where we are until we hear otherwise. He also tells the prospects not to let us leave this room. If I knew where Jasmine lived, I’d probably be more apt to sneak out, but since I don’t, I plan on staying put.

He leaves us a few moments later, and Kyle’s eyes turn to me. They’re wide, and she seems concerned. “Let’s have a drink. I feel sober.”

“Me too,” Bren mutters. “Man, here I thought a night off from work wouldn’t be very exciting. Boy, was I wrong.”

Kyle and I both laugh. Bren pours drinks, and we sit at the dessert table again, ignoring any diet we might be on. We drink, talk, and eat until we all three start to nod off, and eventually, we end up with our arms on the tables and our heads on our arms, eyes closed, and I personally have some drool on my forearm before I’m moved.

BREW

The copin front of me spits on the barroom floor. If it weren’t concrete and already covered in bodily fluids, I might take offense to that shit. “We will find what you’re hiding,” he growls.

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