Page 86 of Filthy Liar

We move as a single unit on our way to the office. Fate is the one who lifts his hand and knocks on the door. Atomic lets out a grunt, and I’m sure he's exhausted as fuck. We all are, but we need this shit handled.

“Come in,” he calls out.

One by one, the three of us enter the office. Atomic lifts his head as soon as Piston closes the door behind us.

“I think we got a plan,” I say as I approach his desk and place the papers in front of him.

And together, the three of us explain how we’re going to mindfuck and financially fuck the Demon Guns MC on a national level. Atomic is typically cool and calm, but the way his lips curve up into what can only be described as an evil smile tells me everything I need to know.

He likes the plan, and we’re going to do it.

DILLION

My planfor a brand-new hobby is a bust. In fact, it’s beyond a bust. I spend the entire afternoon switching between staring out the window and scrolling around on social media. I don’t comment or post anything, though, mainly because I never do. I’m a lurker.

When it gets close to dinnertime, I force myself out of bed and make my way downstairs. The sight that greets me is… surprising. Not only is the bar packed, not just with men but also with women, there is a long table covered with dishes of food.

Spencer is the first one to greet me. Her warm smile eases my anxiety almost immediately. She reaches out and takes my hands in hers. I’m not quite sure what’s happening here, but I can’t deny that I’m glad they’re here.

“We figured since you were locked up here, you would need some company… and good food.”

“Food is always a plus,” I mutter.

“And then Shawn made sure to bring dessert because she always brings dessert.”

Smiling, she squeezes my hands one last time, then releases them. “I have to admit, I wasn’t sure how this would work out with my brother, but I’m really happy it’s you. I like you.”

“I like you, too, Spencer,” I whisper.

She dips her chin once, then laughs and spins around to face the bar. I watch as her man, Brew, wraps his arms around her and picks her up, planting a kiss on her lips. Taking in the room again, I realize that all the women are being greeted by their men in much the same way.

I’m sure this is for me to a degree, but to be honest, this is about them seeing their men. I’m not sure how I feel about that. I’m not sure if it should bother me or not. They’re here to feedtheir men and spend some time with them, and it’s probably my fault that they’re all here.

My stomach twists at the thought. I’m keeping their men away from their families. It’s all my fault. I wish I could do something to change it, though I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do to fix it.

Pressing my lips together, I take a step backward, then another, when I feel fingers grip my hips. Turning my head, I look back slightly at the person behind me. It’s Humble. He spins me around in his arms, tipping his chin down to look into my eyes.

“You were getting ready to run, why?” he asks.

I press my lips together and shrug a shoulder. I don’t want to tell him why I want to leave. Because he’ll tell me that I’m being stupid. But it doesn’t feel stupid.

Once again, I’m on the outside looking in on life.

“I was just going to go to the bathroom,” I lie.

He shakes his head, dips his chin, and touches his mouth to mine before he speaks. “Go ahead and then come back here. Girls went to a lot of trouble, and I know they’ve been wanting to hang out with you. They’re here to see you, baby.”

I don’t tell him that I know they’re really here to see their husbands. It’s not worth it to get into an argument about it. He’s obviously excited about them being here. So, instead of telling him what I think, I head to the bathroom. He lets me go, but I can feel his gaze on me the entire time.

Slipping into the bathroom, I lock the door behind me just as my phone buzzes. Pulling it out of my pocket, I look at the screen. It’s a text from my realtor. Sliding my thumb across the screen, I hold my breath as I read the message.

We have an offer.

Full cash.

My fingers tremble, and I wonder what I should say, how I should respond. Part of me wants to say accept it. The other part of me wants to stay right here with these people. Even if I’m forever on the outside looking in. It’s not a bad place to be here, with all of them. Watching from the sidelines.

But instead of telling her that I don’t want to sell it, to cancel the whole thing, I tell her to accept it.