Page 267 of Savage Brothers MC: Tennessee Chapter

Diesel

“ThankGod this baby looks nothing like Devil,” I tell Torrent with a wink.She smiles, still looking tired, but very happy.

“I couldn’t agree more,” Devil says, sitting in Torrent’s hospital bed with her, his arm wrapped around her as he leans down and kisses the top of her head.“He’s beautiful, just like my angel,” he murmurs more quietly and Torrent looks up at him and kisses him.

My heart squeezes, feeling the bittersweet pain deep inside.I’m happy for my brother, after all of the hell he’s gone through, I can’t think of anyone that deserves this happiness more.Still, I hate that Rory and I didn’t get this.That we were robbed of this happiness, this pleasure.I’ve never had it.Having Ryan was a fight the whole time.I had to lock Vicki down while she was carrying him, just to make sure he was safe.Ryan deserved for his parents to be like this.I can’t keep looking back, but still it slices open that wound deep inside, knowing that had things been different, Rory and I would have known this kind of sweetness.

“I love you,” Torrent tells him, and suddenly I feel like an intruder in their family moment.

“I better get going,” I announce, standing up and clearing my throat.

“Rory’s not with you?”Torrent asks and I do my best to smile, but it’s mostly just straightening out my lip.

“She… had things to do at the club,” I tell her finally, handing their little boy back over to his momma.

Rory couldn’t handle seeing a baby right now… not like this.Hell, if Devil wasn’t one of my closest brothers I’d find a reason not to be here.

“I understand,” Torrent says, and the look on her face tells me that she does.

“I appreciate you postponing the thing with King until after the baby arrived,” Devil says.“But I’m ready.We need to get that bastard and hopefully get Wolf while we’re at it.I don’t like that those men are breathing the same air my family is,” he mutters.

That’s a feeling I’m intimately aware of.

“You all were right.I need to make sure we’re ready.After I leave here, I’ll be meeting with Scorpion and Gunner.When we make our move, it will be because King has nowhere else left to run.”

Devil nods his head.I’m just about to say my final goodbyes when my phone rings.I reach in my back pocket and grab it, clicking accept as I bring it to my ear.

“Speak,” I order, not bothering to see who it was that called.

“Hey Boss, I got some bad news,” Fury announces through the line.

“Why doesn’t that fucking surprise me?”I respond with a sigh.“Hold on, I’m with Devil and Torrent now.I’m going to put you on speaker.Okay,” I tell him after making the switch.“Go ahead.”

I hold the phone down between the three of us and as I mention Fury’s name Devil and Torrent’s look of confusion clears and they stare down at the phone like they can actually see Fury there.Hell, I do too, I guess.I’m so tired of running into dead ends.I want things to go back to fucking normal.It feels like we haven’t had normal and boring in my damn club in longer than I can remember.

“I’m down here and I found the orphanage without an issue.Just like we thought, their records were sealed.Icreativelyworked around that and got into the records room.I can’t find one file with Torrent’s mother’s name.”

“Damn it,” Torrent curses softly.

“What’s our next step?”I ask Fury.I’m used to wars and using my fists to find out what I need.That doesn’t exactly work in this case.

“Fuck if I know, Boss.I was hoping Torrent might know another name her mother would have used, or hell, something else I can use.”

“I didn’t know my mother that well,” Torrent says.“But…”

“But what?”Devil, urges.

“One year she got me a baby doll for my birthday.It was weird because Mom wasn’t one to buy me anything… or even remember my birthday.She told me that she saw the name and had to buy it for me.”

“The name?”

“It was a Kristy doll.You’d pull a string and her hair would slide back in these grooves in her head and then you could pull them long again whenever you wanted,” Torrent explains.

“That sounds like a fucking creepy doll, Angel,” Devil grumbles and he’s not wrong.

“It was neat,” she argues.

“Neat and creepy,” Devil mutters, and I find myself laughing under my breath.He’s right.

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