Page 29 of Filthy Liar

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Straddling my bike,I look up to see the rest of the brothers doing the same. There is a small crew we’re leaving behind in case the old ladies need them while we’re gone, but this is going to be a short run.

Before I can ride off into the wind, Spencer appears at my side. My eyes widen at the sight of her. I still have a hard time believing she’s here, that she’s engaged to one of my brothers, and that she’s staying in Pineville forever.

I reach out and grab hold of her hand, giving her a squeeze. Her eyes widen, then soften almost immediately. “Please be careful,” she whispers. “I just got you back.”

I give her a grin. “Spence, I got a lot to come back to. I ain’t going down for a goddamn thing again, I guarantee that shit.”

She leans over and surprises me when she touches her lips to my cheek in a kiss. But before she backs away, I hear her say just loud enough for me to hear.

“I like her for you. Dillion is good.”

Then she straightens, releases me, and walks back into the clubhouse. I watch her go, wondering how on fucking earth mysister ended up here and part of this club when she always detested it. I guess love makes you do crazy shit…

But then my shoulder jerks and I think about the task at hand again. This is us getting Vixen back.

She’s our property, and there is no way in fuck that the Demon Guns have any fucking sense keeping her, except they want war. And war is exactly what they’re going to get. Because we are fucking done.

Atomic is completely over this shit, and I don’t blame him. I feel the same way, except for the first time in my life, I want to stay home. I don’t want to be part of the adventure. I want to be with Dillion.

But being home and staying with my woman isn’t really an option. As the road captain, Brew leads the pack, and we follow behind him two by two, Piston being my side partner.

The sun sets and the moon shines as we continue riding toward Knoxville. A few hours pass before I get the signal that it’s time to peel off for fuel. I need to take a leak and get an energy drink anyway, so it’s a good time for a break.

I hold my breath for a moment, then let it out slowly as we take the exit, our group moving as one well-oiled machine. The gas station isn’t far off from the exit. We’re right past Little Rock, Arkansas. We aren’t even halfway to our destination yet.

This is going to be a long fucking ride.

Riding up to the gas pump, I grunt as I disengage from my bike. We all pump at the open pumps or wait for our turn. When I’m done getting gas, I leave my bike parked to the side and head into the convenience store.

After using the head, I make my way toward the drinks and look for an energy one I can stomach. I don’t usually drink that shit. I like coffee, and that’s about all, but I don’t think we plan on stopping much during this trip, and I need to stay awake.

Besides, I didn’t get as much sleep as I should have. Fucking into the wee hours of the morning is a young man’s game, and I’m only a few years shy of forty. Definitely not in young man territory any longer.

“You good?” King asks from beside me.

I don’t even look at him. Reaching for the handle of the refrigerator door, I tug it open and grab a Prime Ice Pop drink before I close the door and decide to answer him. “I’m good,” I lie.

I’m not.

I’m pissed off that I didn’t help Vixen immediately when she asked me to. I’m angry that her sister is going to be used, likely abused, and there’s nothing I can do about it. I’m worried about Dillion even though I know she’s safe in Pineville. I want all this shit done and over with so I can be home with my woman.

The conflicted sensation flows through me, and it’s causing me to waver. Not in my club, not in Dillion, but in following Atomic’s instructions. Following his instructions and keeping the peace has already gotten us into this fucking mess.

Had I never told him and just extracted Vixen’s sister, we would be in a different situation. We might be on the opposite end of a war, but at least Vixen would have been safe, and her sister would have been under our protection.

As of now, we’re out here with our dicks swinging, hoping the Demon Guns don’t see us coming before we attack. Because we will attack. Fast and hard. Just like we fuck.

“You’re not,” he announces.

“Yeah,” I grunt. “I’m not.”

“You pissed at the way Atomic is running the club,” he states.

I shrug a shoulder, not sure what to say to that. King is the vice president, and I can’t help but wonder if he doesn’t agree with Atomic either on some things, like this one. I rock back on my heels, lifting my gaze to meet his.

“Being locked away for three years puts shit into perspective,” I state.

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