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Chapter 31

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I can't lether anywhere out of my sight. I don't know how I'm going to go on with my duties at the club, not when I can't even leave her with Ophelia, and I've got one of the fuckers tied up, and the rest are dead.

"You ready?" I ask.

I look over to Kyle, who is shoving clothes into a suitcase. She's a professional at this shit, and it shows. I fucking hate that shit for her. She stands in front of her suitcase, her hands on her hips before she lifts her head, her attention shifting to meet mine.

"Are we coming back here?" she asks.

Fuck me.

We.

I love that shit. Absolutely love it. The feeling I get when she says that—we—when she asks me. It's like nothing I've ever felt before in my goddamn life. I could kick down a brick wall barefoot.

"Yeah, baby. We'll be back. Can't let you not have your Ophelia time," I say with a chuckle.

She gives me a smile, and I watch as she takes a few things out of her neatly packed bag and places them around the room. A few things she hangs up, a couple of little whatever she places on the nightstand. Then she turns to me with a smile.

"I'm ready now," she states.

I hold out my hand, palm facing up, and she slips her fingers inside. There's a truck with a prospect waiting outside. I sent him a text a while ago and asked him to bring a cage to take Kyle's bags to the clubhouse, but she's on the back of my bike.

After touching my mouth to hers, I make my way over to the bed and lift her bag off before I pull it toward the door and her. She follows behind me, locking the door to her room as the prospect loads up her bag.

I thank him, and he promises to meet us at the clubhouse before he starts the engine and reverses out of the parking spot. When I look at her car, I almost ask her if she wants to drive, and I'll follow her, but I decide against it.

I don't want her even that far from me right now. Maybe not ever again. "You good leaving your car here?" I ask.

She hums. "I am," she says as she walks to the bike and climbs on.

I smile at the sight of her. She looks damn good on the back of my bike. Then I wonder if she'd fuck me on it. Bet I she would, without hesitation. Climbing onto the bike in front of her, I start the engine, and she instantly wraps her arms around my waist.

It doesn't take us long to ride to the clubhouse, and for a moment, I wish we were going anywhere else. I want to handle Xavier. I want to torture and kill him, but I also want to feel Kyle pressed against my back.

I could have lost her. Or rather, she could have been taken from me… twice. That shit doesn't sit well with me at all. Talon being dead doesn't bring me joy. Sure, I'm fine with him being dead, maybe even relieved, but I don't feel good about it… I don't feel anything.

That shit is probably some kind of major emotional disorder of some kind, I'm sure. And I don't think it has to do with the fact that he's definitely not the first person I killed, but I think it's more about me and this situation.

I pull through the clubhouse main gate and find my spot easily. The prospect is standing beside the pickup truck, Kyle's bag at his feet. I thank him, grabbing the handle as I walk by and tug it behind me into the building.

Reaching out, I grasp Kyle's hand with mine and together, we walk into the building and stop as soon as the door closes behind us. It's dark. There are brothers sitting around everywhere. The music is low, not its usual volume, and nobody is drinking.

That can only mean one thing. We're all prepared for Albert to come and for what that means. They probably all know about Loner as well. It's a sobering moment for sure. We let that fucker into our club, into our lives, and he fucked us over well and truly.

Atomic is the first person to approach us, a prospect at his back. The prospect hurries over and takes the bag from me.

"I'll take this to your room?" he asks.

And he is asking because it's my space and nobody is just allowed inside, civilian woman or clubwhore. Nobody. I jerk my chin toward him, he dips his own, then turns and walks toward the bedroom hallway.

"You ready?" he asks.

"He in the building?" I ask.

Atomic nods his head. "He is. Tied and waiting for you."

"You talk to Sal?" I ask.

Atomic clears his throat and rocks back on his heels. His gaze flicks to Kyle, and as much as I want to tell him that she stays right here, I can't. Turning to her, I whisper against the shell of her ear and ask her to get me water from the bar. She does, knowing without a doubt it's to get her away from the conversation.

"What do you know?" I ask with a hiss.

Atomic shoves his hands in his pockets and rocks back on his heels again. "Sal is good. He didn't find out anything. He was kept in that room the whole time…"

"But?" I ask.

He smirks. "But the ex has some things. It's clear he thinks your girl is his, and he's ready to take what he believes belongs to him."

I ask a single question next, one that will tell me exactly how Atomic is going to play this, or rather, how he's going to allow me to play it.

"Is he of any use to the club?" I ask.

His lips curve up into a grin. "He is completely and utterly useless. That building is yours. Nobody will come in until you call for cleanup."

KYLE

I'msure I should feel guilty to see Xavier with his arms tied at the wrists and over his head, his body hanging from a hook in the center of an empty metal shed. But I don't. All the things he's done to me over the years, I only feel pity for him, but I don't feel guilty.

Nothing about him makes me feel remorse, mainly because he's never once felt that for anything he's done to me over the years.

The man who I was so in love with, or maybe the boy. Because I don't think I was ever in love with the man he became. The boy who I thought was my forever is nothing I imagined he could be.

Now, I stand in front of him feeling nothing but pity for the human he's become—if I can even call him a human. He's more like a monster, or at least he was before he was rendered completely helpless.

"Kyle," Xavier whimpers as he lifts his head, his eyes finding mine.

Standing beside Rider, I stare into Xavier's eyes. He's a stranger to me. This person who I once thought I knew everything about is nothing to me anymore. Absolutely nothing. I'm not sure how I should feel about him, but I feel nothing at all.

"You don't speak to her," Rider grinds out. "Talk to me."

"What the fuck do you want?" Xavier grinds out.

I watch, the indifference filling me at what is happening in front of me. Xavier's gaze narrows on Rider, then he flicks his attention to me, although he follows Rider's demand, and doesn't actually say anything to me.

"I want to know how involved you are with the Southern Mafia," Rider says.

Xavier's lips curve up into a smile. "What will you do with that information?" he asks.

"Doesn't matter. Talon is dead, so if you're protecting him or Loner in any way, it's pointless. The Southern Mafia that you know is now over."

"Then why do you care?" he asks.

Rider nods once, then takes a step toward him, releasing his grasp on my hand to do so. I watch, wondering what is going to happen next. I have no doubt Rider is going to get whatever information he wants from Xavier.

"Call it a desire, or rather a thirst for knowledge," Rider says with a smirk.

Xavier grunts but doesn't answer immediately. "We don't always get to know everything that happens in the world, Rider Cruz."

"True," Rider murmurs. "But that being said," he continues, "I want to know what the fuck is going on over there, and since there's nobody else alive to tell me except you, I've kept you alive just for that purpose."

Xavier continues to look at me, his gaze focused. The way he's watching me, it's clear he is trying to tell me something without saying it. From knowing him and who he is, it's probably something manipulative that's a complete lie.

"Tell Kyle exactly who and what you are, then I'll give you what you want."

Rider lets out a laugh that bounces off the metal walls around us and echoes throughout the building. Then he clears his throat as Xavier's attention shifts from me to him. It's then that Rider informs him that I know all about who and what he is.

"She knows you've killed. She knows you do illegal shit. She knows you have whores? She knows you do drugs? She knows all these things?" Xavier asks, emphasizing the word she every time he asks a question.

I didn't know about drugs or women, but I'd seen those girls, and I assumed they were hanging around half naked for a reason. And there could only be one reason for it. But I didn't know they were called whores—seems apropos.

"I don't do drugs," Rider grunts. "But yeah, Kyle knows the rest of it, and she fucking loves it, gags for it."

As if to prove that point, Rider reaches back, his palm open as he waits for me to take his hand and step to his side. He doesn't have to wait. I do it almost instantly. He tugs me against his side, and I wrap my arms around his waist, tipping my head back to look up at him.

He turns his head and dips his chin before his lips touch mine. I feel his tongue slide across the seam of my lips before he breaks the short kiss and faces Xavier again.

"So, fucking spill," Rider demands.

Xavier spits toward us, but thankfully, neither of us is close enough for his saliva to touch us. Instead, it lands on the floor in front of our feet. I can tell by the way he's holding his body that he stubbornly thinks he's going to get out on top here.

It's the way he always acts, and as much as I don't want to see him die because he is a person, at the same time, I know he won't stop coming for me if he's breathing.

"Talon wanted to take over the entire Texas state. He was going to start with Sal's, then move from there. He wanted all of the strip clubs so he could pimp the women. He wanted to get into trafficking. He wanted to expand his harem."

I almost laugh, but Rider does. "So, all this was about snatch?" he asks. "Seems really fucking extreme to sell skin. Kidnapping a woman of the Dark Horse MC, going after the Dark Horse. It's quite the gamble and really fucking stupid for obvious reasons."

"He wanted to prove himself. I just wanted cash and my woman back so I could make as much off her as possible. He promised me both."

"Off her?" Rider asks, but I can tell by the way he says it, he knows exactly what Xavier means.

"Southern Mafia doesn't allow you to keep a woman who doesn't work."

My heart cracks in two at his words. He wanted me to sell myself. This man who had done nothing but abuse me for years wasn't finished. He wanted to completely obliterate me, too.

Deciding that there is something I need to know about this situation, I open my mouth and ask him a question.

"When did you join them?"

Xavier's gaze swings to meet mine. I can tell he's in pain. It's etched all over his face, and I know I should be feeling some kind of way about that, but I don't. I still feel absolutely nothing as I stare at him.

"Been working for him for years. Working my way up."

That answers that. I knew that something in him had changed, but I couldn't figure out what or how. Xavier was never going to be the kind and caring man I need. He was always going to be manipulative and abusive, but I would bet that it all escalated when he joined this group.

Turning my head, I look up to Rider. "I'll see you in the bar," I breathe.

"No, go out that door, stand with your back to the window. I don't want you out of my sight," he growls.

I do as he demands, because I can see the panic in his gaze. He was serious when he said he didn't want me out of his sight, and I don't know why, but I find that seriously sexy. If Xavier said it, I would run as fast as I could, but Rider saying it does not send me running away. Instead, I want to run toward him.

He dips his chin and touches his lips to mine once more before I take a step backward. I don't look at Xavier. I don't tell him goodbye. I say nothing. I walk away. I know it's a cold action, but he's caused me so much pain over the years, and he was ready to completely break me in the quest for money and power.

I am done.

I have moved on, and I will never look back again.

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