Page 17 of Filthy Liar

I like the sound of that. Plus, it’s too goddamn hot to ride all day long. We aren’t going for pleasure, and this isn’t some cruise through the piney woods to Tennessee. This is war, and we need to be at the top of our game.

Glancing down at my phone, I smirk at the time. The party is soon. Everyone else must realize it, too, because we disband and head our separate ways. I leave the room, not wishing to talk to anyone.

Instead, I go to my room, grab my things, and take a shower. As much as I don’t want to wash the scent of Dillion from my body, I know it will be right back there soon, within the next few hours.

Once I’m dressed and ready, I grab my phone and start to shove it inside of my cut pocket when I feel it buzz. Looking down at the screen, I frown at the sight of the text. It’s from my sister, Spencer.

SPENCER: We can’t find her. I thought she would just meet us at the bakery, but I guess we never told her what time, and I don’t have her number.

I don’t even have to ask her whosheis. I already know that she’s referring to Dillion. I chew on the corner of my bottom lip, trying to think of a way to get her here without going and picking her up my fucking self. Because I’m about ready to end this game and do just that.

GO TO HER HOUSE.

They can skirt the fact that they have her address. They’re women, and they can pretty much talk around anything. Sending Spencer her address, I wait for her response.

SPENCER: And I’m supposed to just show up? What are we going to tell her?

DON’T KNOW. YOU’LL FIGURE IT OUT.

SPENCER: You’re a dick.

GOT A BIG ONE.

SPENCER: Gross.

With a smirk, I shove my phone into my pocket and walk toward the bar. I need to smoke a blunt, take a few shots, and chill the fuck out. That’s exactly what I do. The music is low right now, but I know in a few hours, it’s going to pulsate throughoutthis entire bar. I also know that by that time, I’ll be upstairs pulsating inside of Dillion.

Gnaw slides up beside me, clearing his throat when he does. Looking over at him, I arch a brow. He doesn’t say anything, staring straight ahead before he finally speaks. “You finally laying claim?”

“Already did that shit,” I bark.

“Except she doesn’t know it yet,” he mutters.

“True.”

I can’t deny his words. I haven’t claimed her in the light. I’m going to do that tonight and end this shit… when I get back from Knoxville. The fact that I have to fucking go to Knoxville is a goddamn nightmare in itself.

“She gonna know anytime soon?” Gnaw asks.

With a grunt, I stand up from the bar. “Tonight,” I state right as the door opens, and I watch her walk through the door.

Dillion looks sexy as fuck. She’s wearing a pair of black short shorts and a T-shirt with a low neckline that shows off her cleavage. Her hair is pulled up in a high ponytail, and she looks fucking beautiful.

I watch as her eyes widen. She takes in the club. I’m not sure what she’s thinking, but I know what she sees could be considered scary. Not everyone has been around a group or environment quite like ours before.

Although her eyes widen, she doesn’t appear to be scared in any way. I could play it even cooler than I already have been doing, but I decide against it. We leave for war tomorrow night, and there is no way I’m wasting another second. Not when I could be inside of her even longer.

Stepping in front of her, I watch as she slowly tilts her head backward. Her eyes find mine, and that’s when the expression of complete awe and shock crosses her features. Lifting my hand, I touch her chin.

“You came.”

“Yeah,” she exhales.

CHAPTER

SEVEN

DILLION

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