Page 3 of Filthy Devil

Lifting my hand, I motion with two fingers for him to come down from the truck. He does, his gaze scanning my cut, and then he clears his throat. I watch as he shoves his hands in his back pockets and rocks back on his heels.

Fuck this fucker.

Reaching behind my back, I grab hold of my gun and press the barrel against his forehead. “You’re going to pretend you have fucking amnesia. You don’t know what the fuck happened.You were ambushed, no clue by whom. Fuckers in masks and shit. Yeah?”

He flicks his gaze behind my shoulder, and I watch as his spine straightens. His lazy smile is no more, and his eyes widen. He’s a stupid fuck, but he’s not a dumb fuck because he nods a couple of times in agreement.

I don’t know who this guy is, and I don’t care. He takes a step backward, his body colliding with the side of the truck. I watch as he turns around, shoves his hands in his pockets, and begins to whistle.

Lifting my hand, I point at him and watch as one of my men posts up in front of him, ready for anything. And he is ready for anything. The other two men behind me follow as I make my way toward the back of the trailer.

Tugging the doors open, I pull the ramp out and walk up to the cargo area. It’s dark, not a single fucking light in the trailer, not even a goddamn flashlight for these women, but my eyes adjust easily, and what I see turns my stomach.

It’s been a long time since my gaze has landed on terrified-looking women gathered in a truck on their way to be sold into a life of sexual slavery. Because let’s be honest, that’s exactly what will be happening with them.

They will be sold to the highest bidder. They will be used, abused, and thrown away like trash. And that will be fucking that. Then, they’ll be replaced, and the cycle will continue.

But as much as it pains me, I can’t worry about any of them. There is only one woman in here who I’m concerned with, and that’s James. Lifting my flashlight, I click it on as I move through the trailer. It doesn’t take me long to find her.

I don’t know how I know it’s her. I’m not sure if it’s because her father is Blur or her mother is Vixen. They didn’t raise her, but they are part of her—it oozes from her. She sits with her back against the metal wall, her gaze focused straight ahead.

Nothing, not a goddamn thing, is going to touch this woman, and if it does, she’s not going to let that shit show.

“Name?” I demand.

She lifts her head, her eyes finding mine. “James.”

I fucking knew it.

Crouching down in front of her, I really take her in, search her gaze with mine. Fuck me, she’s pretty. I’m way too fucking old for her, but she’s pretty as shit. I like looking at beautiful women, so that’s what I’ll do and nothing more.

No matter what my dick wants.

“You’re who I was looking for.”

She blinks at me. Moving forward, I shove my shoulder into her belly and stand up, bringing her with me. Her torso is draped over my back, and I feel her fingers grip my belt. Walking her down the ramp, I make my way over to my bike and slowly release her body.

Feeling her tits slide down my chest, I try to keep my dick from twitching, but it doesn’t work. I want to be inside of her. I don’t know why I want it so badly, but I fucking do. I haven’t wanted to fuck someone like this in years.

Clenching my teeth together, I grunt, not wanting to admit that I am turned the fuck on right now. This is really neither the time nor the place for this shit.

“Climb on my bike,” I grind out.

She looks up at me, her eyes wide and her lips parted in awe. “On your bike?” she asks.

Grunting again, I lean forward, my gaze focused on hers before I speak. “On. The. Bike.”

I hold her gaze, watching as she does what I demand. She climbs on the back of my bike. Fuck me, but she’s sexy. Especially perched on my bike. Her eyes find mine, and she stares at me, waiting for what’s next.

Climbing on in front of her, I start the engine. My bike roars to life as my men follow suit. A few moments later, we’re off and heading straight for Corpus Christi. I don’t know what the fuck is going to happen next, but I want to find out.

I can’t fucking wait.

CHAPTER

TWO

JAMES

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