Page 21 of Filthy Secret
I release her and take a step backward. “Get your skanky cunt ass out of here and tell your fucking pimp to watch his goddamn back.”
She doesn’t scurry away like the cockroach she is, and I’m two seconds from picking her up and physically throwing her ass out the door when she asks me a question. It surprises me. Mainly because I figured she knew the answer. But I can see the confusion clear in her expression.
“Where’s Ryan?”
“You’ve got to be shitting me right now.”
“Atomic, tell me where my sister is.”
Leaning forward slightly, I look into her eyes, and if I thought she sincerely wanted to know, I might tell her, but I can see she’s panicked, and not because Ryan isn’t here, but more likely because her pimp sent her here as some kind of cruel joke.
“Go tell your pimp to fuck himself,” I grind out. “Get the fuck out.”
“My—”
Holding up my hand, I face my palm toward her. “Not another fucking word. You no longer have a goddamn sister. Get the fuck out.”
Thankfully, she does as I demand this time and leaves the house. In the silence that follows, I can feel Rim’s gaze on me. I turn my head to look at him. He’s watching me in silence, then I watch as he crosses his arms over his chest.
“That’s who did this?” he asks. “A pimp?”
“A little pissant pimp. She owes him money. He’s her dealer. Why they both came up with the plan that Ryan would be paying off that cunt’s debt with her body, I have no fucking idea. Ryan was never a whore. She was mine from day one.”
Rim’s eyes widen, then his lips curve up into a grin. “You’re going to have an old lady by the end of all this, aren’t you?”
I flip him off. He doesn’t know that even though she left me, I never renounced her as my old lady. Ryan Turner has always been mine. From day fucking one that she walked into that clubhouse looking for her sister, there was never anyone else for me.
I might have fucked up more times than I can count in the five years she was in my bed, but never fucking once did I not love her. And never was she not mine. Ryan was always mine, and she will always be mine. Rim is right. She’s coming back with me, and I’m never letting her leave again.
Never.
RYAN
I’m not sure how long I wait for something to eat from Atomic, but when he rolls into the hospital room, he has a concerned expression on his face and two bags of food in his hands. He doesn’t say anything about the concern. Instead, he asks who is hungry.
Naturally, Adam, being a little boy, is the first one to pop up from his seat and call out that he is, indeed, hungry. Although, I don’t see how. He’s been eating anything and everything that comes into this room. Plus, the nurses think he’s the cutest and keep bringing him things.
A few moments later, everyone has something to eat, including me. Slowly, I open the Styrofoam container and blink a few times, unsure that I’m seeing what I’m seeing. It’s not just lunch. It’s lunch. It’s my favorite lunch.
“How did you remember?” I ask on a whisper.
Atomic snorts. He’s sitting next to me on the bed, even though the small table Rose and Adam are sitting at is large enough to seat four. His gaze shifts over to mine, and he gives me a smirk before he speaks.
“Hard to forget anything about you, legs.”
The lunch isn’t really anything special. It’s rice with grilled chicken and cabbage and some coconut aminos instead of soy sauce. He reaches into the bag and holds out the coconut aminos. He’s remembered everything. I don’t know how to feel about that.
Granted, I have never forgotten a single thing about him, but I didn’t think he really cared all that much about me. I figured he was pissed that I took his money more than anything else. But maybe I was wrong.
Maybe he cared more for me than I realized. Why do I want to believe that he loved me so much? Is it because I’ve had his child? Is it because there’s never been anyone else for me except him? Is it because I’m pathetic?
Yes to all.
“Thank you, Atomic.”
We eat our lunch in silence, well, everyone except Adam. He has no problem talking about anything and everything under the sun. Sometimes, it can be a lot to sit and listen to him ramble and go on in detail about things, but I don’t mind it today. Maybe because as Golden was beating the shit out of me, I thought I would never hear his little-boy voice again.
When Adam’s voice pauses, I look up to see if he’s waiting for me to answer something he’s asked. I haven’t been listening, really, not to his words, just enjoying the sound of his voice. But when Atomic clears his throat, I know he’s probably searching for the words.