Page 47 of Tormented By Regret

She closed her eyes briefly and then slowly nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

“You respect your man, he respects you. Real simple.”

“Yes, Sir,” she lowered her voice even more.

“Do you love him?” I wondered.

She shrugged. “I don't want to.”

Sadie smiled and hugged her around the shoulders. “That's always the case. You never really want to, but they sort of grow on you, don't they?” She gave me a wink and as always, I felt like she was looking into my damn soul.

“Powertrain is hard to love, Whisper. Hell, I don’t even think he remembers what that feels like.”

“He remembers more than you think,” she snapped, instantly on defense mode. Her response nearly made me smile and I don’t ever smile.

I nodded, scratching my chin as I thought on what to say next. “You’re both alike in a lot of ways, you know. Both stubborn, you don’t listen, you both have these free gypsy souls that get you in constant trouble. He’s a predator and you’re a bird.”

“I think they'll do each other some good,” Sadie interjected, raising a brow at me.

I furrowed my brow at her, silently telling her to stay out of it, but she simply shrugged and ignored me.

“You need to know all this before you get into it with him, Whisper, because he’s prone to hurting people in order to steer them away from him.”

“Yes, Sir,” her eyes lowered, and a small child-like pout formed on her lips.

“All in all, he’s willing to take care of you. That’s saying a lot. Make sure you do as he asks, don’t give him too much of a hard time. Because I swear to God, if something happens to you under his watch…

“Nothing will happen to me. I’ll behave,” she stated quickly.

I nodded. “Be careful. When this breaks,” I poked her in the chest, “there’s no coming back from that, little raven.”

“He won’t hurt me, Jameson. I know he won’t,” she grabbed my hand. “I’m trouble. You know this. I don’t hide it. But whatever’s going on is worrying me.”

I squeezed her hand. “Just do what we tell you and we’ll keep you safe. You deviate from this in any way…”

“I won’t. I swear.”

I shook my head, accepting her promise. “Okay, then. Your brother wants to kill both him and me, but I’m putting Powertrain on your detail.” Her eyes looked up at me, shining brightly as if own father had given her his blessing.

“Thank you,” she whispered, leaning in and giving me a soft kiss on the cheek.

I shook my head, quickly shaking off all the lovey dovey crap. “Anyway, I'm going into town,” leaning Sadie, I kissed her goodbye. “Let me know if you need anything.”

“Let Madame Laveaux know I owe her a visit,” Sadie smiled.

I nodded and waved, needing some serious wind therapy after all the shit that was going on around us. If it wasn't one thing. It was another. And now Whisper. Madame Laveaux wasn’t the only one on my list to visit. The other would probably have my head, if I didn't give notice of his daughter.

My Harley roared out of the lot as I sped down the road. All I knew was that someone was going to have a field day with Powertrain, and I truly felt for the guy.

HARGRAVE

Ichewed on the tip of the cigarette, right before I lit it. Inhaling, I looked through the window of the old roadhouse bar. A few feet in front of me, secluded in a back table, with his back to me, sat Lee Berwick and his Whisper.

She was a pretty one, this new girl. Long dark raven locks that curled, just on the ends of the tendrils. Her light green eyes stared up at him as if he was the only soul in that whole place. Sweet and caring eyes that spoke of love.

I smiled, picturing how she’d scream as I carved her eyes out, placing them in a subtle black box to ship out to the bastard in front of her. I imagined the shocked look on his face when he opened the box, and those bright green eyes, now full of life, would look up at him with a soulless stare. That would stay with a man. Trust me. I should know.

She laughed, and I could almost hear the sweet sound over the sounds of the traffic that came from the highway behind me. He’d brought her into downtown New Orleans to a place on Howard Ave near the Expressway. A dive bar in the middle of a near empty street owned by the Royal Bastards MC. The red neon sign read, Last Call, and the place was filled with the likes of those dirty bikers. All of them associated with the enemy.

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