Page 62 of Filthy Secret
CHAPTER
TWENTY-FOUR
ATOMIC
Ryan is silent as I drive to the donut shop, then slide through the coffee drive-through before heading back to our place. Nash’s biked is parked out front when we arrive, and everything seems exactly the way it should, which eases my mind that that fucker didn’t come here while I was dealing with that cunt.
“Grover,” she whispers.
I grip the steering wheel tightly as I turn my head to look at her. Arching a brow, I watch her and wait for whatever the fuck she has to say to me. She shifts her attention over to the house, then slowly brings it back to meet mine.
“I saw you with Ellen,” she murmurs.
I hum instead of saying anything. I’m not sure I have anything to say about that. I was with Ellen, and I threw her ass into a locked room. Where I plan to kill her later. And kill her, I will. But not until I have her pimp in hand as well.
“What did you do with her?” she asks on a whisper.
I watch as she sinks her teeth into her bottom lip as she waits for me to tell her something. To explain myself. But I’m not going to do that. She doesn’t need to know every fucking thing I do.
“She’s safe,” I state. “You don’t have to worry about her anymore, though. But also, I need you to pack some things because I want you and Adam at the clubhouse until I find that pimp.”
Ryan dips her chin in a single nod. “So you’re putting us on lockdown?” she asks.
“I am.”
Her tongue slips out, and I watch as it slides across her bottom lip. I want to bite that lip and suck that tongue. But I don’t. I control myself, though barely. I smile as I watch her for a silent moment. She is not happy about being on lockdown, and I don’t blame her.
That club is not a place for a kid, but there’s nothing I can do about that.
This is our life.
“Okay,” she says. “But I don’t think I can allow Adam to stay for long.”
“I’m sure,” I murmur. “Hopefully, it won’t take long. I don’t plan on allowing the fuck to go free for more than a few more hours. I just have to track his ass down. I have no doubt he’s here somewhere, though.”
“Good. Then we can be done?”
“Aren’t you going to ask me about your sister?” I ask.
She watches me in silence for a moment, then she lets out a heavy sigh. “The reality is that I lost my sister eleven years ago, maybe even before that. I thought I could save her, and I waisted years of my life trying to do just that, and all she was doing was using and manipulating me.”
“Yeah,” I rasp. “I think we do that when we love someone.”
“Like the way I let you walk all over me?” She arches a brow.
I snort. “Yeah, legs. Something like that. Except you walked away from me.”
“And now I’m back.”
I hum, lifting my hand from the steering wheel and reaching over to cup her cheek. I slide my thumb across her bottom lip. I can’t tear my gaze from hers. “Yeah, but I had to bring you back. And I’m never letting you go, no matter how much you kick, scream, and fight me.”
“I don’t want to fight you, Grover.”
Leaning forward, I touch my lips to hers in a brush of a kiss. “You ain’t fightin’ shit, legs. You’re mine, and I’m going to keep you safe.”
“Thanks,” she exhales against my mouth.
Leaning back, I open the car door and unfold from the front seat. I close it and jog around the front of the car, reach for the passenger handle, and tug it open. Ryan shifts, placing her feet on the ground, then slowly stands, holding the coffees and box of donuts in her hands.