Page 50 of Filthy Liar

“They brought it to our door, brother. There is no standing back now. It’s time for us to put the fuck up or shut up, and I’m not quiet,” King growls.

“Agreed,” I state.

Atomic jerks his chin, digging his phone out of his pocket.

“Brought it to our door. Brought it on themselves. Not a single one survives. We have the numbers. We have the weapons. They just got the drop on us this once. Never the fuck again,” King growls.

“Never the fuck again,” I agree.

Atomic flicks his attention down to his phone and then brings it to his ear. He’s silent for a moment, no doubt listening to it ring. Then he clears his throat before he speaks, and when he does, I can feel the adrenaline begin pumping through my veins.

“It’s time to gather and fuck shit up.” My heart slams against my chest with his words, and then he grunts and hums before he continues. “Southern Mafia and Demon Guns. Eradicated. No holds barred. Play it dirty. Play it big. Protect the women and the Dark Horse MC. No fucking prisoners.”

He ends the call, then shifts his attention back to meet mine. “It’s fucking done,” he states. “The men have been called, and we’ll have a whole fucking full house by the time we get there.”

I wish I could be thankful, grateful, relieved. But I’m not. Dillion is still gone. Instead of closing my eyes and making myself sick about her absence, I decide to take matters into my own hands.

If Atomic can call in the troops, then I can make a few calls of my own. I know the club has looked for Dillion, but they don’t know how to find her if the Southern Mafia or Demon Guns have her.

“Well, it’s been a while,” the voice on the other end of the phone croons.

I press my lips together, rolling them a few times. This is not the person I ever wanted to call, but he owes me a favor. And honestly, I’ll be glad to be even with him. I don’t want to owe him shit, and I’m good with him not owing me shit.

“You want to square up?” I ask.

“You got something big enough that compares to you saving my ass in prison… literally?”

I chuckle. The sound fills the car, along with my groan of pain. Then I clear my throat. “It compares,” I say.

“Then let’s hear it.”

Inhaling a deep breath, I hold it for a moment, then let it out slowly. “My woman was kidnapped. Nobody in my club can find her, and I’m on my way back from Knoxville. Can you track her down?”

This man went to prison for money laundering. He didn’t hurt anyone, but I know he can find anything out about anyone and that his cyberstalking is on fucking point. Because he found out more about me than anyone else possibly could in the least amount of time humanly fucking possible.

“I think the Demon Guns MC and the Southern Mafia are working together. She has familial ties with the Southern Mafia, so my guess is that she’s with them, but I got no fucking clue where.”

He hums, clears his throat, then responds. “I’ll call you when I’ve got her location.”

The call ends, and the line goes dead. Looking up, I notice the men are looking back at me. “I saved him from getting fucked in prison, literally. He owes me some shit. I need to make sure Dillion is okay, and I can’t fucking wait a second longer to find her.”

Nobody says a word, but I can tell they’re impressed. I made a couple of friends in prison. But that doesn’t mean I ever want to fucking go back.

I do not.

Ever.

DILLION

“You’re in pretty fuckinghigh demand,” he says, his voice deep and rough.

I don’t say a word. I want to get as far away from him as possible. I should have run when I had the chance. I should have taken off and never looked back. But my stupid vagina… maybe my heart a little, too, wanted to stay.

And now look at me.

“What are you going to do with me?” I ask.

He doesn’t say anything immediately. He lifts his chin, looking down his nose at me before he speaks. “I’m going to do everything,” he says.

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