Page 6 of Filthy Devil

Leaning forward, I lift my hand, cupping her cheek before my thumb slides across her bottom lip. Fuck me, but I want to do absolutely goddamn filthy things to her right now. My blood is pumping, and adrenaline is flowing at the thought of it.

When I saw that piece of shit’s hand on her, pulling her over the counter, my vision filled with nothing but the color red. Hewas holding her too fucking close, and I didn’t even need to see her face to know that she did not want to be there.

He had to die.

There was no way around it. That man could not take one more breath. I couldn’t allow it. He had to go.

“I’m guessing he doesn’t have anyone that would give much a fuck if he’s alive or dead. But the local cops might have an issue with it. So, we gotta clean up this mess I made.”

Her eyes widen, and just when I expect her to freak the fuck out, she doesn’t. Instead, she rises to her toes and touches her lips to my cheek before she scoots past me and walks out of the door and straight for my bike.

As soon as she’s out there, all my brothers, except one, make their way toward the store. Once they’re inside, they don’t even have to ask me what the hell is going on because there is blood, brains, and hair splattered all over the cigarette case.

A few minutes later, the surveillance tapes are wiped and the system is completely destroyed. Blood is cleaned up, and the body is gone. A couple of the guys carry it away and dispose of it. I don’t give much of a fuck about this piece of shit who, without a doubt, was going to do something to James. So I don’t care how his body was disposed of.

We pick these gas stations that are isolated for a reason.

We don’t need witnesses to our every move, and this is the prime example of why.

The body is disposed of and will never be discovered. Once we’re finished, I head back toward our bikes. We’re definitely ready to go fucking home at this point. I am without a doubt. I could use my own bed, a good blow job, and half a bottle of Crown.

I’m surprised to see James leaning against the seat of my bike, popping an M&M into her mouth from the bag in her hand.She appears completely and totally unfazed by anything that’s happened tonight.

Interesting.

“Fuck me, but she gives no shits about watching a man die in front of her,” Bugsy says beside me.

Clearing my throat, I continue to move forward, stopping as I take her in again. She lifts her head, her eyes finding mine from across the parking lot. Her lips curve up into a grin the moment our gazes connect.

“Fuck,” Bugsy hisses beside me.

“What?” I ask, not looking away.

I can’t look away.

This woman is mine.

Fuck me, I’m old enough to be her father. Hell, I’m older than her father. But looking at her right now, I want to keep her. Shaking my head, I clear my throat a couple of times, then I open my mouth to say something, but I’m not sure what, so I snap my lips closed.

Bugsy speaks before I can say anything. He answers my question, but what he says isn’t something I expect.

“That bitch is old lady material. You better put your stamp on her ass before someone else does.”

With a snort, I shake my head, but he’s right. If tonight is anything to go by, she was born to be an old lady. Even if she wasn’t raised in the life, you can’t deny biology. Her bio father was a piece of shit, but he was president of an MC. Her mother a clubwhore. But James, she’s destined to be bigger, better than they ever were.

She should be a goddamn queen.

“She’s going to be a stripper at the club.”

Bugsy barks out a laugh. “Keep telling yourself that,” he murmurs before he walks away from me.

Picking up my feet, I make my way toward her and stop when I’m standing just a few feet in front of her. James’s gaze is still focused on me as I approach. She tilts her head backward, her eyes still connected with mine.

“Hey,” she says, her voice soft and sweet. “Can we leave now?”

I hum, balling my hand into a fist, trying to keep from touching her. “We can leave now,” I murmur. “Let’s go home.”

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