Page 46 of Filthy Liar

“They’ll be taking the women we can’t sell, and they’ll be giving us girls we can’t necessarily sign up to agree.”

Now, that makes sense.

The assholes. All of them.

“But the Dark Horse wouldn’t do this?” I ask, hoping and praying that his answer is no.

“They have a line that they’ve drawn in the sand. Our agreement already tiptoes that line. It’s better that they’re gone, but the Demon Guns won’t just let us end the contract. They want them obliterated. So I agreed. And now you’re here with me. And that’s that.”

I’m not an idiot. I wasn’t born yesterday, and I know without a doubt that this man is going to do whatever he does with women. He’ll sell me, somehow. Even if I’m hurt and angry with Humble right now, I know he’s my best bet in getting the hell out of here. I just hope he can find me before it’s too late.

CHAPTER

EIGHTEEN

CLINK

The only reasonI slept was because I took painkillers that knocked me the fuck out. Had I not taken those, I’m not sure I would have slept at all. I’m still on edge about where Dillion could be. She hasn’t answered my texts, and I feel she won’t be responding anytime soon.

I don’t know where she is, and I don’t have a good feeling about any of it, either.

There is a knock on the door. Jerking my head. I blink, trying to figure out what the fuck is going on. Glancing at the clock on the nightstand, I frown. It’s too early in the morning to be the SUV from the club. Forcing myself to stand, I groan as I shuffle toward the door.

I check the peephole mainly because if it is someone from the Demon Guns to finish us off, I have zero way to defend and protect myself right now. Honestly, if they wanted to end me, they could do it in about two seconds at this point.

But the Demon Guns aren’t the ones standing on the other side of the door. It’s someone I didn’t expect to see but am glad she’s made her way back to us. Pissed off or not, she’s family.

Tugging the door open, I dip my chin and look down at her. “You’re back.”

Her gaze shifts to the side, then she brings it back to meet my own. “I’m still upset at the way things are going down,” she confesses.

“I’m sure. But it’s not because we’re trying to be mean. This is the way of things, and right now, we need to do what’s best for the club. Even if it might not be what you want.”

She gulps, then nods again. “I know. I thought about it, and I screwed up big time. I think it’s time we go home. I can take one or two, maybe lie down in my car.”

I smirk, taking a step to the side to allow her to pass. Looking behind me, I smirk at the sight of King lounging against the headboard of the bed. He jerks his chin toward us. Vixen moves into the room before I close and lock the door behind her.

“There’s an SUV coming to take us back to Pineville. You can follow us. A group has already gone back.”

Vixen sucks in a shaky breath, then walks over to the table and chairs, sinking down and letting out a sigh as she does.

“What?” I ask.

Her head wobbles back and forth, her eyes water, and I am frozen in place, partially because I’m going to hurt if I move, and the other part of me is surprised to see her upset. I’m not sure why she would be.

Unless.

Unless there’s some kind of problem.

“You wanna tell me why you look like you’re about to cry?” King asks, taking the words out of my mouth.

She sucks in a deep breath then exhales slowly. “I lied.”

“You lied?” King and I ask simultaneously.

She nods once, then sinks her teeth into her bottom lip. Her gaze slides down to her feet, then she lifts it up and flicks it between mine and King’s. Whatever she did, she fucked up big time, and depending on what it was, she may not make it out of Tennessee alive.

“I lied,” she says.

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