Page 101 of Filthy Liar

Laughing softly, I lean down slightly. My lips touch his, my tongue sliding across his bottom lip. Shifting my head back slightly, I look into his eyes again, clearing my throat as I do. He looks like he’s about ready to rip my head off. He’s clearly on edge and waiting for my answer.

“I want to say yes, and so I will say yes. But I would like a long engagement. I think we should get to know one another better, longer.”

Humble wraps his fingers around the back of my neck and squeezes. “Marry me today, tomorrow, or in two years. Don’t give a fuck when, baby. You’re mine today, just as you’ll be in five years. I’m just fucking pleased.”

The engagement is sealed with a kiss. A hard, wet one. And for the first time in my life, even though I’m trapped in this clubhouse under lock and key—I feel free. I feel beautiful, loved, and truly free.

I’m free from my past.

I’m free from my family.

I’m free from the anger and shame.

I am just free.

And it’s Humble who frees me—his love.

EPILOGUE

CLINK

SIX MONTHS LATER

I holdmy arm out and dip my chin as she slips hers into mine. Bending my elbow, I lift my other hand and pat the top of hers. We take one step and then another. Side by side, together, we walk down the aisle.

The music plays, the world melting away as I walk toward the front of the room. I stop short of reaching the front. Turning my head, I look at the woman by my side. She’s beautiful every day, but this day, she looks spectacular.

My little sister.

I hear the officiant ask, “Who gives this woman away?” I don’t want to give shit away to Brew or anyone else. But if I had to, he is the one who I would have chosen. He loves her.

I see it in his eyes when he thinks I’m looking, but especially when nobody is looking. He loves Spencer more than the air he breathes. He would die for her, but more importantly, he would kill for her.

That is why he is the one for her. I know because I would do the same for Dillion. I agree to give her away to Brew. But before I do, I turn to her. She’s wearing a veil, so I can’t touch her face or anything. Even though that’s exactly what I want to do. I want to hold her face and look into her eyes. My little sister.

“I love you, Spencer,” I murmur.

Her eyes are bright as she smiles at me, her happiness consuming her entire being. She doesn’t speak, but she doesn’t have to. Even through her veil, I can see the wetness glimmering in her eyes.

Taking her hand in mine, I squeeze it before I release it and take a step backward. Her spine straightens, her body tense, but I know that it’s just nerves. This is the moment she’s been waiting for, waited three years for. Waited those three years because of me. I watch as she moves forward, her attention no longer on me but on her soon-to-be husband.

I turn away from them, the pastor speaks, and I find my seat. Sinking down, I reach out and take my woman’s hand. She laces her fingers with mine. I don’t look away. I can’t. I listen and watch intently as my sister marries one of my brothers.

When they say their vows, I continue to watch. Then, they are pronounced man and wife before they kiss. The whole crowd stands and cheers. Dillion and I do the same. Cheer and clap for my sister and my brother. They walk down the aisle but stop beside me.

Spencer reaches out and wraps her hand around my wrist. “Thank you, Humble.”

Arcing a brow, I clear my throat as I stare at her. She smiles, her eyes watering at the sight of my confusion.

“Thank you for everything you’ve done for me. I love you.”

And with that, Brew whisks her away. I thought she would spend her life away from here, away from me. I knew she wasashamed of what I was. Who I was. And I had come to terms with that. I didn’t like it, but I came to terms with it.

Which is why I’ve understood Dillion and her up-and-down emotions. I am in love with a woman who is much like my own sister. I hadn’t really thought about it until this moment. Their similarities are more than I realized. It hits me like a goddamn freight train.

The room begins to empty, and everyone follows the bride and groom to the clubhouse for the reception. I turn to face Dillion and don’t move. She watches me for a moment, her eyes filled with confusion as to why I haven’t moved.

Dipping my chin slightly, I look into her eyes, searching them. “Is everything okay?” she asks when I don’t say anything immediately.