Page 90 of Filthy Liar

I’m sure she’s starving.

I know that Firecracker went to the grocery store today, but I don’t recall Dillion going to the kitchen at all throughout the day.

“Maybe I’ll just go back up to the bedroom,” Dillion murmurs.

Tugging on her arm, I turn her toward me. Her eyes meet mine, and she presses her lips together, rolling them a few times as she watches me. I almost laugh at her trepidation, knowing that there are zero reasons for her to be worried about anything.

This room, these people, they’re her family. She just has to accept them as that. They’ve already accepted her. Fully. Dillion is a Dark Horse old lady. There’s no question about it.

She’s strong and loyal. Even if she hasn’t come to terms with everything yet, it’s who she is at her core. I know that, and she’llcome into her own eventually. But she can’t hide away from everyone. This is her world now.

“The girls came here because they want to spend time with you. They could have dropped dinner off to their husbands and gone home to their kids. But they didn’t. Don’t be rude.”

Her eyes widen before they flick down to my feet. Slowly, she brings her gaze to connect with mine. Then she sinks her teeth into her bottom lip as she shifts her attention over to the long table with food set up buffet style.

“I don’t mean to be rude,” she whispers.

“Go and talk with them,” I murmur. “They’re here for you.”

Sliding my hand to her lower back, I apply pressure there and gently push her forward. She moves, albeit a bit reluctantly. One foot in front of the other, then another until she reaches the group of old ladies.

They greet her with smiles because that’s who the fuck they are. My sister wraps her arms around Dillion in a hug. I’m not sure why I can’t look away from them. Maybe because I thought that this could never happen.

I never thought I would have a woman. It wasn’t something I ever thought much about. My life was going to be uncomplicated and easy. It was not going to involve an old lady of any kind.

Except that’s not how shit ended up. Going to prison changed things for me. Not just because that’s when Dillion became mine, when the club found out about her brother’s betrayal, and when my world changed. When Spencer came back, I saw firsthand what love could do.

And I became a goddamn pussy, apparently.

Walking over to a table, I sink down in the empty chair. Atomic, King, and Fate are sitting, too, each with a beer in their hands. Lifting my arm, I motion for the prospect behind the bar to bring me a beer.

“Tomorrow, we start this shit, yes?” Fate asks.

I watch as his gaze shifts to Atomic as he waits for an answer. We have to get his approval to get started on our plan, especially since we have to use a lot of manpower to make it happen.

Atomic leans back in his chair, his gaze flicking to Fate’s. “I think we should start tomorrow,” he murmurs. “This plan could seriously fucking work. You have my full approval to use as many men from as many clubs as you need.”

I like the sound of that. Being able to have full access to the Dark Horse MC and get the numbers to make this possible. Plus, they’re spread out all over the state, and it’ll be easier to get to the trucks quicker.

Atomic and King leave us alone just as Piston approaches. We spend the next few hours getting a schedule planned out and the dates of the transports that I’ve been able to uncover.

“Do you want to start texting people now?” Fate asks.

We have all the Demon Guns' cell phones. Piston has already set up the program that we can use to help us out with communications. We’re ready to go, but first, we need to line up the men on our side. Then we can get working on fucking up the Demon Guns.

The three of us pick a list of clubs to text and get to work. I don’t think we need a whole lot of men per group. I’m sure they’re busy with their regular jobs and then whatever else Atomic has them doing in this effort to take down two fucking massive groups.

What feels like just a few seconds later, Dillion approaches. Fate and Piston stand, moving away from the table, with a promise to get together first thing in the morning to get this shit really rolling.

I agree, jerking my chin toward them as they walk away. Wrapping my arm around Dillion’s waist, I guide her to my legs. She sinks down, her arm sliding across my shoulder as she looks into my eyes.

“You feel better?” I ask.

She sways slightly in my arm, and I know she must be because she’s fucking drunk. Laughing softly, I lift my hand and tuck her hair behind her ear, gliding my fingers around the back of her neck. Curling my fingers in the back of her hair, I grip her strands as I look into her eyes.

Her beautiful fucking face, every piece of her, is stunning. I can’t believe she’s mine. And I know she is, too. There is nobody else in this world for me but her, and me for her. It may take her a little bit to believe that, but she will, and she will never doubt not only my love but her worth.

This is the woman I want to call my wife. The woman I want to carry my babies. The woman I want to share my world with. Dillion leans forward and touches her lips to mine.

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