Page 61 of Filthy Secret

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Page 61 of Filthy Secret

“I’ll be right back,” I call out, tapping on the glass of the window, but I don’t look at her.

I move toward that item that shines in the sun again, my feet carrying me as quickly as possible. Although, considering I’m hungover as fuck, I don’t think I’m moving as fast as I think I am.

I see a dark-haired woman and shout out to her. She stops, her eyes wide as fuck, but I don’t recognize her at all. She’s too thin, gaunt really. There is bruising beneath her eyes. She looks like a fucking skeleton.

When I stop right in front of her, I realize who she is.

“Ellen?” I ask.

Goddamn, Ellen was beautiful when she came to the clubhouse for a party and stayed for five years as a clubwhore. Ryan was always the sister I preferred and would be until my last breath, but that doesn’t mean Ellen wasn’t pretty. She was. She was fun, too, until she became so lost in her addiction that she started to make really bad fucking choices.

“I just want to talk to my sister,” she whispers.

I can tell she’s attempting to appear weak, frail, and innocent. While she might be the first two, she is certainly not the last on that list.

“What the fuck are you doing hiding in the bushes?” I demand, ignoring her request to see her sister, or rather, her desire.

She won’t be seeing her sister. Not if I have anything to do with it. Ellen brushes the dirt and shit off her clothes as she stands in front of me, attempting to appear not strung the fuck out. She is.

“I need to talk to my sister.”

She could repeat that phrase over and over until she died, and I’d still never agree to her seeing her sister, let alone talking to her. Because Ellen knows exactly what to say to manipulate Ryan. She knows everything about her, and she knows how to get what she wants out of her.

“No, you don’t. Talk to me. What the fuck are you doing here, and where the fuck is that motherfucker?”

Her gaze narrows on me, then she smirks. “Why do you care? It’s not like you ever gave a shit about Ryan anyway. You just wanted someone warm in your bed when you felt like paying a visit.”

She’s not wrong.

That’s the exact attitude I had six years ago. However, that is not the man I am today. Seeing Ryan again, seeing her fucked up and knowing that if I had been man enough to truly claim her, not just in name, but in heart and fucking soul, it wouldn’t have ever happened in the first place has fucked me up.

“Why don’t you worry about your fucking self, Ellen? Where is he?” I demand.

“I don’t know,” she murmurs. “I came here to warn her.”

Leaning forward, I growl as I look into her unfocused eyes. “Bitch. You fucking sold your sister to him. Sold your fucking sister for dope. You are goddamn worthless.”

“Me?” she grinds out. “I’m the worthless one?”

“Yeah, a worthless cunt. Hell, couldn’t even give that snatch away at this point.”

That pisses her off. I may not have seen Ellen in six years, but I know that her only form of currency is what’s between her legs. It’s the way she’s always been, and she’s not going to live long enough to be any other way because this bitch is not leaving clubhouse property.

Reaching across the fence, I grab her by the shoulders, pick her up, and drag her across the fencing. She cries out, no doubt being hurt in some way, but I’m done with this conversation. I’m done with her.

I carry her toward the clubhouse while she screams and kicks, but everyone else around here is passed the fuck out. I don’t take her around to the front of the clubhouse, careful to stay out of Ryan’s view, although I’m sure she knows exactly what the fuck is going on right now. I’m not sure I care too much. I told her exactly what would happen to Ellen the moment I got my hands on her.

I take her into the back of the clubhouse, then move through the hall and toward the room where we keep people who are going to be questioned. Meaning the cement floor room with a drain.

Tossing her inside, I lock the door from the outside and go in search of a prospect to guard the place before I find King. I need to tell him what’s going on so I can take Ryan home to pack a bag and pick up Adam because I’m putting their asses on lockdown.

I’m done fucking around.

It’s time to make sure that my woman and kid are safe.

It’s time to neutralize the threats.

And I’m going to be the man who does it.




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