Page 66 of Filthy Savage
“Tell me something I don’t know,” I mutter.
“She didn’t lie about anything that I know. She and Brew have been off and on that long. I don’t think it was anything serious. Seeing him with you, the way he looks at you, it’s not the way he has ever been that I know of.”
That should comfort me, but it doesn’t. He kept this from me. I didn’t ask him specifically if he was with anyone, but I did make it clear that I wanted it to be just the two of us. And he did not disclose an ex-stripper at home waiting for him. A woman he’s taking care of in more ways than one.
That should have been said to me, some kind of warning. Something. Instead, I look like a completely foolish ass.
“I see,” I whisper. “Well, at least she’s not a liar.”
BREW
My phone rings,and instead of ignoring it the way I want to, I answer it. I only do because it’s Guts, and he’s called me half a dozen times and texted. All of those I ignored, but I’m not partying now. Instead, I just have a massive hangover.
“It better be a fucking emergency,” I grind out.
“Spencer has found out about Jasmine.”
His words come out deadpan. My heart stops in my chest. I hadn’t counted on Spencer ever finding out about Jasmine. In fact, I was hoping the woman would just vanish.
Although I know she’s not one who would ever do that. I was just hoping I could have had a little longer to fix the situation before it became a situation. Now it’s a goddamn tsunami, and I’m stuck in goddamn Virginia and can’t defuse the situation at all.
“Great,” I grind out.
“She doesn’t know everything, but what she knows is enough. She’s relocated to the motel. Right now, she’s inside talking to Ophelia.”
I’d like to think that talking to Ophelia will help my case, but I’m pretty sure it fucking won’t. There is a knock on my own hotel room door, and I let out a grunt as I throw my legs over the side of the bed and stand.
“Keep her from leaving. I’ll deal with the rest,” I bark into the phone.
“And Jasmine?” Guts asks.
Reaching out, I wrap my fingers around the knob of the door and tug it open. King and Atomic are standing on the other side, both giving me the same barely-contained smirks. I know it’s because I’m bare-assed naked.
Jerking my chin, I turn around and walk back into my room. They come inside, closing the door behind them, waiting for me to finish my conversation.
“Keep an eye on her. Intercept her if she tries to get at Spencer again. Fuck,” I hiss. “Hopefully, we’ll be back soon.”
Guts agrees to do what I’ve asked, and I end the call. Grabbing my jeans from the floor, I pull them up my legs and zip them before I spin around to face the other two men in my room, their gazes searching mine in question.
“Jasmine gave Spencer a visit, and she’s moved out of the cabin,” I announce.
Atomic grunts, but he’s the first to speak, as he usually is, seeing as he’s my brother. “You haven’t told Spencer about her, I take it?”
“What am I supposed to say?” I ask.
Silence greets me as the immediate answer to my question. Then Atomic runs his fingers through his hair. It’s his tell, and I know he is not only uncomfortable, but he’s going to tell me something that I don’t like.
“The truth, Brew. You need to tell her the truth. Jasmine was a stripper you knocked up.”
“She didn’t have my kid,” I growl.
Atomic snorts. “She may not have, but she was pregnant with your kid. There is a bond there, and you lost a child together. A second bond. Spencer needs to know, especially since Jasmine has your balls in her hands.”
“She doesn’t,” I grind out. “We aren’t even serious. She does her shit, and I do mine.”
This time, instead of letting out a snort, he bursts out laughing. “I love you, Evan, but you are full of shit,” he says, using my first name. “That woman owns you. It’s been ten years, and you fuck her and pay her. Why, if she doesn’t have your balls in her hands?”
He’s right.