Page 93 of Filthy Liar

Staring at the ceiling, I wonder what is going to happen next. How long will I be stuck in here with nothing to do? I think about getting a book again but decide against it. I’m not a big reader. I like mysteries and smutty books, but I’m not really in the mood.

I’m not in the mood for anything right now. Not sleep, not books, not sex. Nothing. Forcing myself to sit up, I throw my legs over the side of the bed and stand. Then I walk over to the window and glance down at the ground.

Nothing, nobody, it’s desolate out there. I’m not sure why I have to stay in here and can’t feel the warmth of the sun againstmy body. Feeling frustrated, alone, and just plain lonely, I make my way out of the room and down the hall.

I move toward the back of the bar and glance around, but nobody else is there. It’s as empty inside of this room as it is outside in the parking area. So why can’t I go outside? I need some sunshine. It’s been a couple of days since I’ve felt some. I need to feel it warm my skin.

Standing at the back door, I look behind me to see if anyone is watching. I feel like a little kid. Like I’m going to get my hand slapped the moment I push this door open. The moment I feel the sun touch my face, I need more.

I move outside. I know I was told not to. I know I shouldn’t go against Humble’s warnings… but I don’t care right now. I’m not going anywhere. I’m not doing anything stupid. All I’m doing is getting a little sun, then I’ll head back inside.

Nothing bad could possibly happen…

Which is everyone’s final thought before shit goes down, right?

I’m not sure I care enough about that, though. This sun, it feels too damn good. There are two Adirondackchairs with a little table between them. Sinking down in one of them, I lean back and close my eyes with a heavy sigh.

The sun is so warm, probably too warm, but I don’t care. I soak it up, every freaking ray. When I hear the rumbling of a motorcycle and then realize it’s more than one, I turn my head to the side and watch as five bikes ride down the club’s driveway.

Shit.

I recognize one of those bikes immediately.

It’s Humble. There’s no pretending I wasn't out here. He’s already seen me. His attention is focused on me. I watch as he veers away from his brothers and rides around to where I am, stopping and throwing his leg over his seat before he angrily stomps in my direction.

Instead of standing up from the chair, I stay where I am and crack one eye open. Smiling up at him, I decide to pretend I’m not doing anything wrong. I don’t really feel like explaining myself or arguing. I just wanted some sunshine. It’s as simple as that.

“What the fuck are you doing out here?” he demands the moment he’s close enough that I can hear him.

Keeping my smile in place, I watch him for a moment in silence before I respond. “I’m getting some sun,” I say.

I watch as he reaches up, grabs the side of his glasses, and rips them off his face. Humble’s gaze narrows on me, and he looks completely exasperated. I don’t blame him. I know I can be a bit much, but at the same time, I’m essentially a prisoner, and I miss the sun.

“You couldn’t sit by a fucking window? Instead, you’re out here completely exposed.”

“Exposed to what?” I snap. “There is nothing here.”

He shakes his head once, growing more annoyed by the second. I can see it in his eyes, in his face. I know I’ve pissed him off by coming outside. I don’t care, though. This is where I want to be, and I know I’m not doing anything wrong.

I’m right outside the back door, and the club is empty anyway, so it’s not like I had a guard or anything. If I’m in danger out here, I’m sure as shit in danger inside, too. He lets out a heavy sigh and crosses his arms over his chest as he stares at me.

“You better get your ass inside.” His words come out in a low growl.

I stand to my feet but don’t make a move to go back inside. Instead, I cross my own arms over my chest and look up at him. He arches a brow, clearly done with my shit.

I still don’t care, though.

“You want your fucking head blown off?” Humble barks.

I blink, staring at him, surprised by his outburst. I have no clue why he’s being this way. I open my mouth to ask him what the hell he’s talking about when he closes the distance between us in a single breath.

“There’s a fucking bounty on your head, babe,” he grinds out. “They’re supposed to take you alive, but I have no doubt they’d kill you if they had the chance.”

A bounty.

On.

My.

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