Page 96 of Filthy Savage

I curl my fingers around his wrists as I hold on to him. These hands literally just killed someone, and yet, I want them to touch me… everywhere. I realize what that makes me sound like, but I don’t care.

“She was a threat, just as much of a threat as someone from the Southern Mafia, just as much of a threat as someone with a gun. She called in some federal group that had my men onthe ground, on their stomachs, with guns pointed at their heads. She’s a fucking threat, and she needed to be terminated.”

Sinking my teeth into my bottom lip, I nod once. My eyes are focused on his. Letting out my breath through my nose, I release one of his wrists and cup his cheek with my own hand. I slide my thumb across his bottom lip, feeling the softness of his skin and wish it were between my legs.

Maybe I’m just as savage as he is.

I am Humble Maddison’s sister, after all, and that man is no saint by any means.

“What do we do with her? Won’t those federal people be looking for her?”

Evan dips his chin, his hands falling away from me as he takes a step backward. “I’m sure they will, considering I think she was fucking one of them. Which is probably the only reason we were even raided, considering they had nothing on us.”

“I gotta make a phone call. Tomorrow, you visit your brother, right?”

“Yeah,” I exhale. “Tomorrow, I visit Humble.”

That realization hits me. Tomorrow, I visit Humble. I don’t know how I feel about it. I’ve been nervous and excited and also trying to put it in the back of my mind. I could make myself sick about the situation, mainly just because I’m so nervous.

Evan dips his chin, turns toward the body, and digs his phone out of his pocket. I don’t listen to his phone call. It’s not my business. Instead, I slip out of the house and stay on the back porch again.

I curl my fingers around the rail. Leaning over slightly, I stare at the ground. The guilt consumes me, but it’s not the guilt that I should be feeling. I know that a good person would feel bad about what happened to Jasmine. But I’m not a good person because I only feel guilty for not feeling guilty. What a mess. Then I feel him at my back. I don’t even have to turn around tolook at him. I know who it is. His lips touch the side of my neck as his arms wrap around me, and he places his palms on the tops of my hands.

“I love you, beautiful,” he rasps against my shoulder. “Atomic said he’s got this under control.”

Turning my head slightly, I look up into his eyes. “Okay,” I say, my voice coming out softer than I intend it to. “I love you, too, Evan.”

“This life is ugly sometimes, Spencer.”

“I know,” I whisper. “It’s one of the reasons I hated it for years.”

He hums, but he doesn’t respond. His gaze shifts to the water and trees in front of us, so I turn my head back around and do the same. The warm breeze continues to slide over us.

“You’re not going anywhere, never again,” he rasps.

Arching my back, I press my ass against his hips. “I’m not going anywhere,” I whisper.

And this is the moment I realize I am my brother’s sister. I am savage, just like him, just like Evan. Just like the Dark Horse MC. I am one of them because I could fuck Evan right here and now, dead body just a few feet away or not.

Wouldn’t matter to me.

The sound of crunching tires interrupts my wicked thoughts, and Evan pushes off the rail and takes a step away from me. I watch as he walks back into the house, and a few minutes later, the cabin is full of men wearing the Dark Horse MC cut.

It’s the cleanup crew.

BREW

“We go in together,”Spencer whispers.

We’ve both been approved to visit Clink, but I wasn’t planning on going until the next week. I wanted to make sure that Spencer and her brother got their time together. But if she needs me there, I’m there, even if it could piss him off.

Unfolding from the car, I make my way to the passenger side to open the door for her. She places her feet flat on the asphalt, then stands, straightening herself. I watch as she brushes her palms down the thighs of her jeans.

Taking her hand, I tug her behind me, and we walk toward the entrance. Spencer trembles with each step she takes. Before we cross over the threshold of the prison entrance, I turn to her and tug her against me, then dip my chin and touch my mouth to hers.

“I love you, beautiful. It’s going to be just fine.”

SPENCER