Page 49 of Filthy Liar

This is not good.

Not in the slightest.

CHAPTER

NINETEEN

CLINK

“Fuck going backto the clubhouse. We need to find Dillion,” I bark.

Still, there has been no news of her. Nothing. I don’t like a single thing about this, especially with Blur now being heavily involved in this situation. There have been a lot of wheels working behind the scene that we’ve all been fucking oblivious to.

“I still don’t understand why all of this would happen now,” King mutters. “It doesn’t make sense to me.”

“You’re asking someone like Blur to be logical,” Atomic snorts. “That fucker is anything but. Who knows why he chose now. And honestly, I don’t give a fuck. I just want him gone.”

I can’t get mad at that because I feel the same fucking way. I want nothing to do with the Demon Guns or with the Southern Mafia, for that matter. The money is great, but it’s not worth the fucking headache they bring.

The closer we get to town, the more I can’t stop thinking about Dillion. Maybe this isn’t just the Demon Guns. What if the Southern Mafia is involved? It wouldn’t be much of a stretch.

They know we took her, that she’s ours, but just because they didn’t say anything at the time doesn’t mean they weren’t planning something behind our backs because they are about as trustworthy as a goddamn snake.

And now the pieces start falling into place.

One by one.

Probably some that I don’t even realize, too.

“Holy fuck,” Atomic hisses.

King grunts but doesn’t say anything. It’s Atomic who reaches over and wraps his fingers around my bicep. Looking over at him, I arch a brow. I don’t ask him any questions, though. It’s clear he’s got something on his mind.

Then he snorts, shaking his head a couple of times before he speaks again. “They planned all of this. I don’t know why they even wanted to have an alliance, but it’s clear they didn’t want to keep it. This was just to shut us up until they were ready.”

“How would they have known that Vixen was going to go looking for her sister and get caught up at the Demon Guns clubhouse?” I ask. But then I realize that the question is stupid. “Would Vixen really be a spy for twenty years?”

“Maybe not at first, but for her daughter?” Atomic asks.

“Desperation makes you do crazy fucking shit,” King adds.

“Jesus Christ,” I murmur.

All I want to do is get to my woman, but this shit involves her, too, and it’s a web that can’t be blasted through or burned down. We have to do it the right way, or it’s going to be a bloodbath, and while I’m down for a bloodbath, I don’t want our people to bleed even one more ounce.

“She led us here. She wasn’t being held. It was all an excuse to get us here so they could go to Pineville. They didn’t kill usbecause they wanted to fucking play with us. Holy fuck,” I grind out. “We’re fucking stupid.”

Atomic clears his throat. “We are not stupid. Who the fuck would have guessed any of this shit?” he asks.

“Nobody,” Guts says from the front seat. “Not a single goddamn person.”

Atomic groans, shifting in his seat. “I shouldn’t have agreed to shit with the Southern Mafia. I was trying to keep them at arm’s length. Keep an alliance with them that would protect us and give us a little income.”

“Fuck the income,” I grind out. “Fuck it completely. It is not worth getting dragged into their shit over and over. Being fucked by them again and again. I am done.”

“Agreed,” King barks.

Atomic’s eyes flick down to the floorboard of the car, then shift back up. “War is hell. We’ve all been there before, but now we have families. I was hoping to never have to do this shit again?—”

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