Page 9 of Filthy Liar

Except, that’s a lie.

I was just riding through downtown when I noticed her car, then rode by and saw her. I had to go in. Maybe it was fucking with her. Maybe it was something more than that, but I had to make contact.

She had no fucking clue who I was, but she wanted me. I could see it on her face, in her eyes. When she clenched her thighs together, I knew she wanted me. Not the man who comes during the night, but me.

I also knew that those clenched thighs could probably still feel me between them. Fuck. It feels dirty, wrong, and yetabsolutely fucking perfect all at the same time. I need to see her at the clubhouse. I need to watch her move through the crowd and see her reaction to my life.

Then I’m going to fuck her. Face to face, in the goddamn light. I’m just not sure if I’m going to tell her who I am. I’m not ready yet. I’m still having a damn good time going to her in the night.

Would it make me a piece of shit if I started something with her in the light but continued to fuck her in the dark? Or would it make her that if she thought that she was fucking two different men?

I’m not sure how I should be feeling about any of this, but what I do know is that my cock is one-hundred-percent down for it all. I have a lot of sex to make up for after three years of being locked up.

And the only person I want to make up that time with is Dillion.

“Clink,” my name is called out from the hallway.

Turning my head, I look behind me to find Atomic standing in the hallway. He jerks his chin and turns, walking away. I know he wants me to follow him, so I do, even though I want nothing more than to just spend some time alone thinking about Dillion.

Making my way toward Atomic’s office, I slip inside behind him and close the door. I don’t sit in the chair that’s in the middle of the room across from his desk. Instead, I stand, crossing my arms over my chest, my feet parted as my gaze focuses on his.

“Vixen’s sister, I talked to the contact about taking over her contract as one of our girls,” he begins.

“And?” I ask when he doesn’t continue.

He shakes his head. “They don’t want to give her up. She’s not one of the contracts up for us to choose from,” he murmurs.

“Wait a minute, I thought we got anyone?”

He leans back in his chair, his eyes focused on mine as he does. “Loopholes,” he grunts. “We can choose from the contracts they offer us, and she is not one of them. Which only means that they consider her valuable. Too valuable. I don’t know the ins and outs or why, but I think Vixen has a right to be concerned.”

“How do we get her?” I ask.

Atomic clears his throat. Then he dips his chin slightly before he speaks. “You’re not going to like it,” he warns.

“Kidnapping.”

“That and betrayal. Not that I am particularly loyal to the Southern Mafia, but I have a feeling shit might get ugly if we fuck with them. They’re bigger than I anticipated. Also, this will have to go to a vote.”

Fucking shit.

“Then to a vote it is. This is Vixen’s blood we’re talking about. And from what I’m getting, her sister doesn’t fully understand what all she agreed to.”

“I’m sure she didn’t. I’m sure none of them completely understand what they signed. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have agreed to a damn fucking thing.”

Atomic stands and moves toward the door but stops before he turns to me, his eyes finding mine. “This might put your woman on their radar. You may want to claim her and lock her up when we get started. I can’t make any promises without that claim.”

His warning isn’t all wrong. Except, I’m still not one-hundred-percent ready to do all of that. Not only is this really fucking fun, it’s also all I can handle right now. I need to get my head on right before I claim anyone, even the woman who is already promised to me.

“I’ll do that when it’s time. Right now, we need to get a pulse on how the rest of the brothers feel. We’ll go from there.”

Atomic gives me a smirk. “I won’t say anything else about it. I’ve already said too much… more than once,” he murmurs.

Together, we walk out of the office and into the clubhouse. Atomic announces that we’ll have church in two hours. He takes his phone out of his pocket and sends a group text to the entire club.

I guess we’re figuring shit out sooner rather than later, and I’m fucking here for it.

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