Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 80249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 401(@200wpm)___ 321(@250wpm)___ 267(@300wpm)
“What if she doesn’t? Women can be funny. This is where she’s lived her whole life. What are you going to do if she doesn’t, Ese?”
I think that question over. I honestly don’t know the answer. I’m happy in the Savage crew. I don’t want to live here. I love Torrent and I don’t want to give her up. I love my club too. It’s a choice I’m hoping I never have to make.
“I’ll cross that bridge when and if I have to,” I tell him. I think when Torrent finds out how fucked up Wolf is, she will leave. I have this feeling that he’s going to show his true colors sooner rather than later.
“Fair enough. Fury should be here soon. I called him when your girl showed up yesterday. I’ll head out when he gets here.”
“I don’t need a damn babysitter, Diesel. I can watch my own back. You take Fury home with you.”
“You need someone to—”
“Listen, man. Of the two of us, you have more enemies after you than I do. You can’t deny that,” I tell Diesel. I’m also being serious. I know he hates it, but Diesel needs someone watching over him and his son 24/7.
“That’s why I’ve come to a decision,” he says and I get a horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach. I know what’s coming. It’s written all over his face. I want to tell him to fucking forget it, I want to yell at him, but I know it won’t do any good.
“You’re leaving the club,” I respond, knowing the truth, hating it, but not running away from it.
“I need to go away with Ryan. At least for a while, until I figure out why Vicky is trying so damn hard to get my kid.”
“I don’t know if that’s smart. It hasn’t been that long ago that they took Ryan and left you for dead beside the road. I still remember the call I got when I was with Beast and Hayden. It was pure luck the state police pulled that sorry bitch over and recognized Ryan from the Amber Alert.”
“Yeah, I know and don’t think I’m not still having nightmares about it. I can’t help but think this is club related. Not to mention the fact that because I’m tied to the club they know exactly where to find me. If I disappear with Ryan, so does any chance Vicky and whoever is helping her has of finding us.”
“Someone needs to kill that fucking bitch,” I growl, rubbing the back of my neck.
“That’s a fucking fact and one I keep praying for, but I don’t think God really listens to my prayers.”
“Well, you’re praying for someone’s death. I don’t know all the rules in the Bible and shit, but pretty sure that’s against them,” I tell him with a smile I don’t really feel.
“Whatever,” he sighs, looking damn tired.
“When are you leaving?”
“Today—”
“I don’t mean here—I mean the club. When are you disappearing with Ryan?”
“As soon as I get back. I’ve already told Crusher. He’s not real happy, but he understands.”
“Fuck. You’ll be gone when I get back.”
“Yeah.”
“Will we be able to get in touch with you? How in the fuck are we supposed to know you’re okay?”
“I don’t want to tell anyone. I trust you guys, but the more that know, the better chance for a leak. Crusher will know; he can find me if I’m needed,” he says and his answer pisses me off. Crusher is a good man, and as Diesel’s VP I understand why he might be the one to know. But fuck, the rest of us men were around when Crusher was a member of the Kentucky Chapter of the Savage Brothers. I don’t tell him that shit. I’ve never had a kid; I couldn’t know how I’d react in Diesel’s shoes.
I’m not happy though.
Nothing about any of this shit with Diesel, or the fact that Torrent wouldn’t leave with me today, makes me happy.
Nothing about it at all.
Torrent
“I was beginning to wonder if you were going to show up,” I grin, running into Devil’s arms. He catches me and pulls me up into his body, kissing me until I can’t catch my breath.
“Sorry, Angel. It’s been a bad day,” he says and when we break apart I notice the tension on his face.
“What’s going on?” I ask him, almost afraid to know.
Devil rubs the back of his neck, a move I’ve noticed happens often when he is frustrated. I take his hand and lead him into the den. I don’t use this room often, mostly because my father always used it as kind of an office. I much prefer the living room because of the open feel and the many windows. But, windows are not good with Devil in the house and too many prying eyes close by. I have blinds drawn, but I don’t want to take a chance. Once we get to the den, I lead him over to the sofa. He sits and I slide in behind him, immediately massaging his shoulders and neck. He hasn’t answered my question yet, but I don’t push him. I want him to tell me when he’s ready.