Page 67 of Filthy Liar

Clearing my throat, I throw my legs over the side and force myself to stand. I hiss, clenching my jaw and gnashing my teeth together as the pain radiates throughout my entire body.

“I was stabbed,” I confess.

“Who was it?” she whispers.

I’m not sure if she cares because I’m just another human who was stabbed or if it’s because she has feelings for me. I know how I feel about her, but she’s ready to run the fuck away, so I don’t really know how she feels about me. I know how I want her to feel about me, how I think she should feel about me, but I don’t know the goddamn truth of it.

“Demon Guns MC, working with the Southern Mafia,” I say.

Her eyes widen.

I watch as they fill with unshed tears, but she doesn’t say anything, probably because she has no clue what to actually say. I know I sure as fuck wouldn’t know how to respond.

“They didn’t win, baby,” I murmur.

“They didn’t win,” she exhales.

“They didn’t fucking win, baby,” I repeat as I close the distance between us.

Wrapping my arms around her, I pull her body against my naked one. Her chest presses against mine. I wish she were fucking naked right now. I want to feel her tits against my skin. I want to be able to lay her down on the bed a few inches away and fuck her again.

I want a fuck of a lot—much more than I have ever deserved.

And I know I don’t deserve Dillion. I never did. The only way I’m getting her, getting any kind of access to her, is because ofthe Southern Mafia and the way they tried to fuck me over twice now.

“They didn’t win,” she exhales.

At this moment, I know that, without a doubt, she is at least waffling. I’ll take that shit, and I’m going to run with it. But that doesn’t mean I’m going to solely rely on her feelings. Because she’s got a lot of those right now, and she’s bound to make a rash decision somewhere along the way.

I just have to make sure it’s the right one.

To stay—with me.

That’s the only option at this point. The only decision I’ll fucking accept.

DILLION

Stabbed.

“Was it because of me?” I ask.

It’s a question I need to know the answer to before I do anything else. Before I say anything else.

His eyes search mine. He’s naked, standing in front of me, his gaze searching my own, and as much as I want to focus on his injury, I can’t help but think about the fact that I haven’t tasted him in a while… in a long while.

I’m clearly overly sexually obsessed with this man. I’m angry with him, hurt by him, but at the same time obsessed with him. I’m completely ridiculous. I can’t even take myself seriously. I don’t know what I want or how I want it.

“Yes and no. It’s not an easy question to answer.”

Frowning, I wrap my fingers around the sides of his neck. Just a few short hours ago, I was ready to sprint away from Pineville. I was going to run as far and fast as I possibly could.

I still might.

Now that I’m standing in front of this man, I don’t know if I can actually leave. He’s got me so screwed up that I can’t even disappear the way I want to. Mainly because I want to stay. With him. For him. Because of him.

Whatever the reason, at this point, I’m not even really sure.

I just want to be with Humble.