Page 284 of Savage Brothers MC: Tennessee Chapter

“Your bike paid for?”I ask the biker that hasn’t spoken while forcing myself to think about anything other than Ellie.

“Mine?Uh…yeah.Why?”he says.

“What will you take for it?”I ask him, looking at the Honda and sizing it up.

“Uh well…”

“What year model is it?”I ask him, eyeing it.It’s the lamest bike here—and that’s including the one that died on me.I also figure I could get it the cheapest.Plus, this guy doesn’t enjoy riding.If I had to guess, I’d say he’s a banker or works some other desk job.His bike is old, beat up and the only three-wheeler in the bunch—conversion kit, at that.

“Eighty-eight,” he says, still looking puzzled.

Jesus, it’s even older than I thought—and not in the cool vintage way that I like my fucking bikes.“I’ll give you five grand for it.”

“For my bike?”He looks astonished and maybe he is.If I had to guess, I’d say he paid no more than two grand for this piece of shit.

“The offer ends in about three minutes,” I warn him, getting tired of waiting.

“You’ve got five grand in your pocket?”

“Let me worry about how I’m going to pay you.You going to take my offer or not?”

“I…uh.Make it six,” the guy says, looking so nervous I’m afraid he might get sick.I take a step back, just to protect my boots.

“Five and you can have the pink slip to this piece of shit.Take it or leave it.”

“Take it,” he says, not even blinking.

“I’ll drive this into the next town, get your money out of the bank and you’ll sign it over.”

“Are you going to ride on the back?I’ve never had a passenger before,” the man says instantly nervous.The other two have been quiet, but I know they’re following the conversation.

“Fuck, no.You ride with one of your brothers.I’ll drive myself.”

“How do we know you won’t try to lose us on the road?”the banker-guy asks.

“There’s no way I could outrun you on this thing.Are we doing this or not?I got shit I need to be doing,” I growl, tired of fooling around.I’ll take off walking to the next town.It might take me the rest of the evening, but right now I’d prefer that to listening to them talk.

“You can ride on the back of mine, Stu,” the guy with the tattoos says.After looking at me nervously,Stutosses me the keys.I catch them and climb on the albatross, I shouldn’t be buying.From the looks of Stu, he probably has this damn thing serviced religiously.I figure it is dependable and that’s all I need.I just have to find Torrent’s sister and get my ass back to Tennessee where I belong.

The farther away I get from memories of Ellie and anywhere her or her family might still be…the better.

Chapter2

Fury

I stareat the whiskey on my table and then fill my glass up again.The bottle is still half full, but I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve refilled my glass.I don’t think it’s been enough, because defeat is still bitter on my tongue.Torrent’s sister is nowhere in Phoenix.I tracked down the church, gave them the information I found in Florida, only to be told that Torrent’s sister—whose name is actually Rayne Meyers—had taken a job with a sister church in Chicago.My first thought was how many fucking sister churches are there?I’ve been traveling all over the fucking world and it’s getting old.My second thought is that I failed Devil and Torrent.I wanted her to have her sister safe and home before Christmas.Calling them tonight was the hardest thing I’ve done in a while.Devil told me not to worry, that he and Gunner would handle it, but I know the last thing he wants to do is to leave his woman right now.

At least I got answers.That wasn’t easy—not by a long shot.There’s one thing about these damn nuns.They protect their own.I can respect that.Luckily, when I showed them Torrent’s letter her father left that explained about her sister and the danger she might be in, they let me know that Rayne wasn’t there and where I could find her.I also got their word they wouldn’t share that information with anyone else and was reassured that no one had been there searching for Rayne.That at least made Torrent feel a little better.I’ve got to find Wolf, though.He’s been in the wind for way too fucking long.The bastard needs to die.

I take another drink on that thought.I really thought I’d find him here in Phoenix.He had definitely been in Florida.Scorpion found that little nugget out when a woman came forth to the local police saying he had raped her.I met the woman, she’d definitely had the shit beat out of her.It is just another reason that Wolf needs to die.I tracked him down to a shack that the bastard had been staying in.It was empty, of course, and sitting next to a swamp.I’d hoped he’d been eaten by a gator, but sadly that wasn’t the case.Scorpion was able to get security footage of the fucker buying a ticket at the airport in Jacksonville.We couldn’t find out what name he was using or where he was going on our own, but with some help from a connection with the Florida State Police, it was clear he was headed out this way, though not Arizona.He bought a ticket to Texas.I should have flown there maybe, but when we got information on Rayne, I decided to get to her first.Now, I have nothing but a half-empty bottle of Jack.I’m feeling pretty fucking empty on my own.

Hell, I’ve been lonely since Ellie left.That woman owned a piece of me and I doubt that the void she left will ever be filled.I talk a good game in front of my brothers, but it’s all bullshit.I’m grieving for a woman who walked away from me without a second look.Fuck, the last thing I need to think about is her while I’m drunk.It’s probably just because I’m so close to where her family lives.I never tracked her down.She walked away and fuck it.If I didn’t mean more to her than that, I didn’t want her.I let her go.For all I know, she could be in Alaska, freezing her tits off.That’d be a shame, because they were fucking good tits.I used to love thrusting my cock between them and painting her face in my cum.Ellie was a gorgeous bitch with soft, gorgeous hair.But, she never bitched about me messing her hair up in bed.She didn’t give a fuck if I bathed her in my cum.She loved sex.She loved anyway I gave it to her and most of the time it was as dirty as I could dream up.

Christ.I’m getting a fucking cock stand just remembering my time with her.All this time my dick has been mostly dead—despite what Devil and the others think.Now, that I’m rising to the occasion, so to speak, there’s not a club whore around.

Just my luck.

I shove my chair out from the table, putting my hand down my pants, I wrap it around my cock and pull it up, because it’s painful as fuck.The tip hangs out over my belt but that’s better than where it was before.There’s pre-cum on the head.

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