Page 74 of Filthy Savage
BREW
Dillion standsin a circle with a group of women. I watch her for a moment. She’s a pretty thing. Too bad her brothers were pieces of shit who got her on our radar. I almost laugh because as much as Atomic claims he doesn’t deal in skin, he’s going to kidnap this girl and keep her.
Then he’s going to give her to Clink.
The whole thing is almost ridiculous, except the betrayal that those fuckers dished out is not something that we will probably ever forget and that Clink will certainly not ever forget or forgive. I doubt he’ll do anything to Dillion, but it’s still our duty to ensure that she is delivered to him.
She will be free for now.
But she will never be too far because we won’t let her be. She will always be on our watch. Always close by and ready for the taking. But since we’re not in the habit of kidnapping girls, she’s going to live her life until it’s time.
Until it’s her time.
My phone buzzes in my pocket, and I spin around, turning my back to the group of women. Digging the device out, I look down at the screen. It’s a text message from Guts. I know it can’t be serious because he’d be calling me if it was. I also know they’re at the bakery because he texted me when they were on their way.
GUTS: MIGHT WANT TO GET ALL THAT SHIT HANDLED WITH JAZZ. YOUR GIRL IS ON THE FUCKIN’ EDGE.
I would ask him what he means by that, but I already know exactly what he’s talking about. Instead of responding to him about the situation with Jasmine and Spencer, I ask him to do something for me.
CAN YOU TAKE HER TO THE CLUBHOUSE? WE HAVE CHURCH IN AN HOUR.
GUTS: WILL DO.
Walking over to my bike, I start the engine. Then I decide I can’t just ride away without my woman. I pull my phone out of my pocket again to send Guts one more text.
NVRMND. I’LL BE AT THE BAKERY TO GET HER.
GUTS: 10-4
It doesn’t take me long to arrive at the bakery. I wasn’t far from downtown when I was watching Dillion anyway. Pulling my bike in next to Guts’s, I kick the stand down and throw my leg over the side before I walk toward the door.
Tugging it open, I step inside and am immediately assaulted by the scent of sweet goods. Slowly, I twist my head to the side and arch a brow at the sight of Guts sitting like a fat cat at a table with a plate of cookies and cupcakes in front of him.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I ask, trying to hide my laughter.
“You know I can’t turn away anything in this place. Fuckin’ amazing, and you know it,” Guts says with a snort.
Shaking my head, I jerk my chin toward the back of the bakery, and he dips his chin in confirmation. Moving around the bakery, I make my way to the kitchen and lean my shoulder against the doorjamb as I watch the women chat among themselves.
They don’t notice my presence immediately, and then they all three stop, turning to face me. I’m a mix of a myriad of emotionsand thoughts as I stare at them. But when my gaze lands on Spencer, all thoughts vanish except one.
Mine.
She is and will always be mine. I cannot let her slip through my fingers. Not this time. I won’t have it, either. It will not happen.
I hold out my hand, my palm facing upward and extending toward her. She lifts hers, placing her fingers in mine. Curling my fingers around hers, I tug her against my chest. I can’t look away from her eyes. Although I’m aware that there are other people in the room, I don’t care about any of them.
“Back of my bike, beautiful.”
Her breath hitches. Leaning forward, I touch my mouth to hers. “And I mean that in every sense, Spencer. Back of my bike, in my bed, at my side—my old lady. Nobody else.”
She doesn’t speak. I don’t need words. When her lips press against mine, when her chest presses against my own, I know she is allowing herself this. And I fucking hope she continues to allow this because I won’t let her go. Not fucking ever. I love her. Maybe I always have.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-NINE
SPENCER