Page 5 of Filthy Liar
Two sets of eyeballs are focused on me from behind the counter. I try not to look between them, but my gaze flicks back and forth anyway between the women at the counter. I can feel someone looking at me from the side of the room as well. It’s the other woman sitting alone at the table.
“Can I help you?” one of them asks.
She is lean with long brown hair. It’s shiny with tons of body. She’s absolutely gorgeous. “I had a cupcake here once, and it was amazing,” I begin. “But I was wondering if you had any blueberry muffins?”
Her lips curve up into a smile. “How did you know?” she asks. “I just made some organic blueberry muffins. They’re grain and gluten-free, with organic coconut sugar and grass-fed butter.”
Heaven.
“That sounds amazing. I’ll take one.”
She flicks her gaze over my shoulder, winks, then clears her throat. “It’s on the house, as long as you’ll hang out with us for a little bit.”
I blink, unsure of why she’s just asked me. I stare at her for a moment, my eyes wide, and I’m unsure of how to respond to that. She laughs softly, shaking her head a couple of times before she reaches for a muffin from inside the case.
“Come on,” she says as she takes my muffin over to the table with the girl sitting alone.
She’s beautiful, and I’m sure I don’t know her, but she looks familiar. She lifts her hand, waving me over, and I make my wayover to her table. As I sink down into the chair across from her, the brunette behind the counter sets the muffin in front of me and then brings a chair over to sit beside me. The other girl, who has been quiet the whole time, does the same on my other side.
I am so confused.
I don’t know what’s happening here.
I’m surrounded, and I’m not sure why. But I have a feeling they have a plan of some kind—I just don’t know what it is yet, but I’m about to find out.
CLINK
Staring at the ceiling,I realize that I haven’t slept even a single moment because I can’t get Vixen’s request out of my head. Her sister. Her sister is being trafficked, not against her will but with ill intentions and false hopes.
I didn’t even know she had a sister. I have to tell Atomic about it, or at least as much as I know about it. As our president, it’s his right to know. I won’t do shit behind his back, even if it means I’ve betrayed Vixen in some way. I don’t give a fuck. The club always comes first, and in this case, it’s no different.
When the sun rises, I decide I can’t lie in bed for another moment longer. I need to get up and talk to Atomic. Sitting up, I throw my legs over the side of the bed and stand. The scent of Dillion wafts past my nose. I didn’t shower last night when I came back from her place, and I can still smell her on me.
Fucking shit.
My cock twitches.
I can’t get enough of her. It’s not just the fact that I was in prison for three years, and the only thing I was fucking was my own hand. It’s her. Because I could fuck anyone, but there is only one her.
Reluctantly, I make my way to the bathroom and start the shower. The water is hot, the steam filling the room, making it feel almost like a sauna. Sucking in a deep breath, I step under the hot water and close my eyes as it washes over me.
The moment my eyes close, I see visions of her. Even though I can’t see her clearly when I slip into her bedroom at night, I know exactly what she looks like. Not only did I get pictures of her from Brew when I was locked up, but I’ve also been keeping a close eye on her when I’m not with her in her room in the dark.
Showering quickly, I try to shake thoughts of her out of my head. However, that’s becoming more difficult to do as each day passes. She’s mine, even if she doesn’t know it. Her body does. And I do. It’s about time for me to take what’s mine, no matter how much fun this shit is.
And it is fun.
It’s also easy.
From watching her, I know she’s not even looking at other men, let alone going home with any. And for the first time in my life, I’m monogamous as well. Going to her in the middle of the night, being with her, it’s fun.
Once I’ve dried off and dressed, I head toward the bar. I am not surprised to find a couple of bodies naked and passed out in various positions. Vixen is one of them. She’s completely naked, lying with her body draped across Guts. I chuckle at the sight of them as I step over them.
Moving down the hall, I don’t even have to knock. Atomic’s office door is wide open. Popping my head in, I ask if he’s busy. I know he likely is, but also that he’ll stop to talk to me.
“Come on in,” he murmurs, but it’s clear he’s doing something on his iPad. “You good?” he asks, not looking up.
Closing the door behind me, I lock it before I walk over to the chair that’s across from the desk. Sinking down in the cushion, I place my palms on the armrests and let out a heavy sigh.