Page 31 of Filthy Liar

They all eye me suspiciously but thankfully don’t say anything else or ask me any more questions about it. Together, we walk out of the bar and into the parking lot. I feel a lot better walking out in a group. The girls all split off and head to a four-door Jeep Wrangler, except Kyle. She stays at my side.

“Dillion,” she says.

Turning my head, I look over at her and wait for her to continue. She clears her throat, looks at my car, and then shifts her attention back to meet mine.

“I don’t mean to pry, but does Clink know you work here?”

My brows snap together immediately in confusion. Sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, I watch her for a moment, unsure that I understand exactly what she’s asking. I open my mouth to ask her what she means, but she talks before I can get a word out.

“This place, the club owns it, but those guys don’t necessarily like their women working here. Especially since it’s a strip club and full of men.”

“Gnaw doesn’t mind?” I ask.

She shrugs a shoulder. “He’s probably ready for me to quit, especially since we have a baby now. But I love working for Sal. He’s like a father to me.”

I chew on the inside of my cheek as I think about her words. Maybe Humble wouldn’t like me working here. I’m not sure I care. I also don’t think he should even have a say in what I do. I’m not his wife. I have no other way to make money, and I’m not doing anything wrong.

“Well, Clink doesn’t know. I’m not really qualified for much else.”

She nods her head, her gaze full of understanding. “Well, just tell him when you can. I’m sure he won’t care. Like I said, the club owns part of the bar.”

I give her a smile, and she waves her hand and walks to her car. I watch her get inside before I climb into my own car. Heading home, I let out a yawn as I move through the town. Everything is closed, and the streets are empty. There’s something almost beautiful about this small town.

I kind of understand why my brother bought a house here, but at the same time, I cannot figure out why he, of all people,would be buying something here. This is a place where I would live, and I can’t imagine him wanting to be here. He liked the city. He liked women and drinking. What he didn’t like was anything remotely quiet and calm.

When I pull into my driveway, I let out a sigh. I really need to get my brother’s shit out of the garage, so I have a place to park, especially if I’m going to be coming in this late every night.

Pushing my front door open, I unfold from the driver’s seat and make my way to the front door. I slip into the house, lock the door behind me, and let out a heavy sigh. I’m exhausted, but I need a shower to wash the men’s pinching-fingers sensation from my ass.

Throwing my purse on the floor in the living room, I kick my shoes off and stumble toward the bedroom. I think about starting the shower, but it seems like it is more of a hassle than I need right now.

I strip out of my clothes and climb into bed. As soon as my head hits the pillow, my eyes close and I fall asleep.

CLINK

The eleven-hour tripends up being twelve hours because of stops, and we find ourselves on the outskirts of Knoxville, just on the edge of the Demon Guns’ clubhouse. Everything seems to be quiet from the outside looking in. But I know better than anyone that looks can be deceiving.

“You think they're keeping her in their clubhouse?” Atomic asks.

I don’t know why he’s asking me this. I have no fucking clue how these assholes' operation works. What their building is like, where they hold women who they kidnap because it’s clear thatthis isn’t the first time they’ve done this. It must be because they seemed really fucking nonchalant about keeping our property.

“Does it matter?” I ask. “We’re getting her, no matter where they are keeping her.”

Atomic dips his chin and reaches for his gun. I do the same, wrapping my fingers around the handle and checking to make sure I’m fully loaded. King clears his throat, and we shift our attention to him. He jerks his chin forward, his gaze locked in on something.

Following his attention, I see what he’s staring at. A couple of guys just walked out of the Demon Guns' clubhouse. They are standing together, almost as if they have their heads together and are discussing something… heatedly.

“Any of them Blur?” I ask, not looking away.

“No,” Atomic grunts. “Those are his top men, though.”

I don’t ask him how he knows. I’m sure they’ve met at rallies or parties, but I can’t imagine wanting to be anywhere near these complete fucking assholes. The only interactions I’ve ever had with them are negative, and this is no different.

“I’m ready to end them all, every single fucking one of them,” I grind out.

King’s attention swings over to me, his eyes finding mine. I can tell he’s thinking, but I have no idea what. “You’re going to kill them all, and then what? You seem really fucking intent on this. What is with you and Vixen?”

I don’t know what the point of King’s question is. “It’s the principle,” I state. “Vixen is protected by the Dark Horse MC, and they did that shit knowing it. Fuck that.”

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