Page 43 of Filthy Liar

“Enlighten me.”

He laughs, not because he thinks this is funny by any means, but because he thinks he’s beyond brilliant. Conrad is nothing other than a complete narcissist. He always has been and always will be.

“The Dark Horse MC has been a thorn in our sides for years. We sent your brother in to handle them, but then he became one of them, only betraying them when we threatened to take you out.”

Each word Conrad says causes my spine to straighten a little more. My heart begins beating a little faster, then harder as he continues, and then my breath hitches, and I suck it in deep, holding it.

I can’t breathe. I can’t make myself breathe. I just stare at him, holding my breath, unsure of what to think, what to say, what to do. I am frozen completely.

“They might have killed your brother, but I let it happen. Same with your grandfather. Now they answer to me. I played the long game, and it paid off. You were a part of that I hadn’t counted on, but I will not give them the satisfaction of taking you for themselves. You’re one of us, Dillion. You are not theirs. You will never be theirs.”

His words are everything I hated about my childhood, about my life. They cause my body to unfreeze, mainly out of anger and pure hatred. Because I do hate this asshole more than anything else in the whole world, and with every word, that hatred grows.

“I’m not yours either,” I say.

My voice is shaky, my body trembling, but I’m breathing again, and I’m ready to fight him, but also for myself. I will go down fighting because I refuse to be part of the Southern Mafia.

I hate them all.

CHAPTER

SEVENTEEN

CLINK

Everything fuckin hurts,but I suck it up as I watch Atomic limp across the parking lot to the hotel room. I need to get the fuck out of Knoxville, but I’m not sure if I’m going to be able to ride all the way back to Texas.

Pineville seems like a whole fucking lifetime away at this point. I don’t think I could fucking make it there and live. I’d probably die along the way. But then I think about Dillion and all the fucking shit that entails.

I have to get back to her. I’m not concerned with her safety, and nobody even knows that I’ve claimed her yet, so she’s not a target. Still, I should call her and make sure she’s okay, but the thought of telling her that I was stabbed over the phone doesn’t appeal to me.

“What the fuck is this shit?” Atomic asks as he grunts and moans into the room.

I almost laugh, but it would hurt too goddamn bad. “This is us getting fucked over by the Demon Guns,” I point out.

“Shawn and the girls are safe,” King announces. “My dad is going to take care of Vixen’s sister,” he adds.

Atomic nods his head, hissing as he sinks down in the chair in the corner of the room. He’s hurting just as much as King and I are. I open my mouth to ask him what we’re going to do next when there is a knock on the door.

Turning my head, I watch as King lets Gnaw and Guts into the room. After some small talk, it’s time to get down to business, which I’m glad for because fuck me, we need to figure something out.

“We cannot sit around much longer. We need to make a plan,” Gnaw growls.

I don’t blame him. He probably wants to go home to his woman, too. I would fucking love to get my dick sucked right about now. And if I’m being completely honest, I want to feel Dillion’s cunt around me.

I want to hold her and kiss her—as pussified as that shit sounds. And I know it does, but I don’t give much of a fuck because she’s mine.

“What happens now?” Guts asks. “We need to get back home, but none of you are fit for traveling.”

He’s not wrong about that shit at all. I am not fit for fucking much right now. Sitting up hurts. I can’t imagine riding my bike. The thought of going over even a single pothole makes me want to cry out in pain. I’ve been in plenty of fights, had bruised and broken ribs, black eyes, swollen everything, and even suffered gunshot wounds, but this is different.

“Have you heard from the clubhouse?” I ask.

Gnaw nods once, then clears his throat before he continues. “Talked with Rim. The girls are all accounted for except…” His words trail off, and for whatever fucking reason, my stomach twists. His gaze flicks to me, and that’s when I know something is really fucking wrong.

“What?” I demand. “Who?”

I can guess what he’s going to say, or rather, who, but I want to hear it from his mouth. I want to know what the fuck is going on immediately.

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