Page 84 of Filthy Liar

“Essentially,” I murmur.

“Well, more or less, then,” he murmurs.

I think about not saying anything, but then I decide that we’ll never get to know one another if I don’t start. We can’t have any kind of life together if all we have to go off of is lies and sex.

I’m still pissed at him, but in this situation, I’ve decided that I need to make the best of it. I don’t know why I’m on lockdown, but I can tell just by that bar and the heaviness in the air that it’s serious.

“The Southern Mafia always had women, too, but they never seemed as happy as Firecracker does. So, I’m good with it…”

“So you’re good with me fucking her?” he asks.

My eyes widen, my breath hitches, and I stare at him. I’m not sure what to say or what to do. He chuckles, shifting his face closer to me, and touches his mouth to mine. “You’re the only one I’ve fucked since I was thrown into prison, baby. Three years, and it’s only you.”

That shouldn’t sound quite as sexy as it does. “Oh… good to know,” I murmur.

“And I got no plans of fucking anyone but you and your sweet cunt, mouth, and ass.”

I gasp as he touches his mouth to mine. Swallowing, I close my eyes the moment his tongue slips inside of me and tastes every inch of my mouth. I can’t believe how completely weak I am. A kiss from him turns me into a completely boneless fool.

He breaks the kiss by nibbling on my bottom lip, “Humble, I don’t know what I’m supposed to be doing here all day,” I whisper.

He shifts his face backward, his gaze searching mine. I watch as his lips curve up into a smile. I have no doubt that he’s going to say something he finds funny.

“Lie in bed naked and wait for me?”

I roll my eyes to the ceiling before I bring my focus back to meet his. “Anything else?” I ask.

He shrugs a shoulder. “Stay inside. It’s going to be boring as fuck. I apologize in advance. Maybe some of the old ladies can come and visit.”

“Are you going to tell me exactly why I’m being holed up here?” I ask.

Humble doesn’t answer me immediately. Instead, he clears his throat before he shakes his head. I don’t know why, but I expected him to actually tell me. He doesn’t. Instead, he leans down and touches his lips to mine in a quick kiss.

“I’ll tell you when I can. Stay indoors, baby.”

And with that, he’s gone again, leaving me alone in his bedroom, wondering what the hell I’m going to do with myself all day… every day. What I’m going to have to do is find a hobby, maybe download some romance books, because there’s no way I’m going to be sitting in bed naked all day long waiting.

Although, I won’t be sad if Humble visits me multiple times a day to make me come. Not sad in the slightest. That actually sounds wonderful and may be the only way I’ll get over this obsession of mine.

CHAPTER

THIRTY-TWO

CLINK

“They gota hell of a lot longer reach than I thought,” Fate states.

No fucking shit.

Not only are they multistate, but they are tens of thousands in number. The Dark Horse MC numbers aren’t anything to laugh about, but we are definitely not in the tens of thousands, either.

What the actual fuck?

“How did they get these numbers? I haven’t heard shit about them in years,” I grind out.

“No goddamn clue,” Fate snorts. “But it’s bullshit, and I don’t know how we’re going to get rid of them.”

Pressing my lips together, I lean back in my chair. “We’re thinking about this all wrong,” I say. “We can’t try to get rid of them all because that’s an almost impossible feat. What we need to do is get them to turn on each other.”

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