Page 35 of Filthy Liar

Without another word, I turn away from her and walk into the gambling room to start my shift. I don’t know what I’m supposed to say or feel. I haven’t heard from Humble. He didn’t tell me he was stabbed. He didn’t tell me anything. So I must not be that important to him.

During the entire shift, I can’t stop thinking about Humble, about how he doesn’t think enough of me to call when he’s been stabbed. To call at all. He’s been gone for days after spouting sweet words and empty promises to me.

I’m distracted during the entire shift, and when it’s over, I don’t even bother staying to help clean up like I usually do. I tell Sal that I have a stomachache and sneak out as soon as possible.I don’t even care if Kyle sees me leave. It doesn’t matter. I just want to go home and lick my wounds.

With my head down and my eyes on the asphalt parking lot, I head straight for my car. That is until I see black boots in front of me. Slowly, I lift my head, then give the man who is blocking me a tight smile.

I don’t recognize him from the gambling room. He smiles down at me, but it isn’t a kind smile. I don’t get good vibes from him. Opening my mouth, I start to ask him to move so I can get by, but he speaks first.

“Dillion?” he asks.

I’m not sure how he knows my name. My lips snap closed as I stare up at him. I try to figure out how he would know me, but I can’t place him. Flicking my gaze to his leather vest, I think that maybe he is one of Humble’s friends, but I don’t recognize the words on his vest.

There is nothing about Dark Horse MC. Instead, the name across the chest says Demon Guns. Pressing my lips together, I chew on the inside of my cheek. I don’t know him or how he knows me.

Then I think about my brother. My family. Maybe he knows them. I start to ask him how he knows me, but I don’t get the chance. Instead, he leans forward, and his face gets a bit too close to mine. I start to lean back, but I feel his hand at the small of my back to keep me in place.

It’s at this moment that I realize I’m in trouble.

Beyond trouble.

Because then, he whispers to me, “This is retribution, and it’s going to be fun.”

Then I feel a prick at the side of my neck, almost like a bee sting, and everything goes dark.

CHAPTER

FOURTEEN

CLINK

“You’re tellingme that they just stabbed us and left?” I ask. “Where is Blur?”

Gnaw shakes his head. “We never found Blur. The only people in that clubhouse were two prospects and Vixen. No other women. No other men.”

“What the fuck?” I hiss.

Guts shifts in his seat, clearly uncomfortable. “Vixen’s okay?” I ask.

Guts nods a couple of times. He doesn’t say anything else, though. I don’t know what he’s going through, but he’s upset about something. He doesn’t want to tell me, tell us, but he’s got to. He doesn’t have a fucking choice.

“Guts,” I grind out

“She’s okay,” he confirms.

“But?” King calls out.

“But those fuckers knew exactly what was going on. They knew we were there and why. Which makes me think that they have other plans, and I don’t get any good feelings about this.”

He shouldn’t.

I don’t either. I haven’t at all.

“What’s Vixen have to say?”

Gnaw leans forward, his elbows resting on his thighs. “She can’t give us much. They let her keep her phone so she would call us. They wanted this shit.”

“They wanted a war. Blur said they’ve been itching to take over the Dark Horse. It’s clear they planned all of this,” King says.

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