Page 37 of Savage Brothers MC: Tennessee Chapter

“Are you okay, Tor?”Wolf asks when we are a small distance away from Devil.

“I’m not sure I’m going to be okay this entire day, Wolf—or maybe ever again.”

“You’ll get through this, sweetheart.Dodger would be proud of how strong you are.”

“I don’t really feel strong.”

“How well do you know Devil?”he asks and I knew that question was coming.Dad knew I had seen Devil, but he took great pains in not telling Wolf.He always tried to protect me… and maybe Wolf.He truly believed I’d be happy with Wolf, that Wolf would make me happy.Maybe he was right.I don’t know.Having Wolf to lean on the last three weeks has helped me to at least function.I don’t want to lie to Wolf now… but I can’t make myself tell him the truth either.

“Not that well.Our paths crossed from time to time.Mostly in the park across from the convent or in the town when we would be volunteering.That’s why he thought I was a nun.”

“Oh.Yeah.That makes sense,” Wolf says and he seems to let it drop.I breathe a sigh of relief.

I let thoughts of Devil, our past, and how we met again, slide from my mind as my father’s grave comes into view.This is going to be hard enough without adding Devil into my thoughts.Besides… how I feel about him doesn’t matter anymore.That’s all behind me.

Nothing is the same anymore.

Nothing.

Chapter29

Devil

“You okay, man?”Diesel asks.I’ve lost track of exactly how many times he’s asked that shit.I down another drink of my beer in response.I could use something besides beer, but getting shit-faced here probably wouldn’t be the wisest move.Partly because I don’t entirely trust this club and I sure as hell won’t be able to watch Diesel’s back—or my own—and partly because if I get too drunk, I’ll probably go over to Torrent, drag her out of here and demand to know why she lied to me… or fuck her senseless…maybe both.

Neither one of those are an option.So instead, I’m sitting on the top of an old picnic table, my feet on the seat, drinking a beer that’s way too warm to drink, and staring over at the bonfire while Torrent talks with that fucker, Wolf and a few other men.There’s other women here, and I’ve had a few come on to me, but seeing Torrent again has caused my dick to go into hiding.It’s either seeing her again, or seeing her wear another man’s cut.

It’s hard for me to wrap my mind around the fact that I grieved over what I could never have with this woman… that I had to let her go because she would never belong in my world… and all the time…

“Earth to Devil,” Diesel says and I let out a loud sigh as I slam my beer down on the table.Diesel’s standing in front of me.The fucker is probably trying to block my view of Torrent, but it’s not working.I see her—even though I wish like fuck I didn’t.

“I’m fine.My damn beer is warm.How much longer we have to stay here?”

“You ready to leave?”

“Been fucking ready for hours,” I answer.

I’ve been ready since Torrent walked away from me at the cemetery.

“Don’t you want to try and talk to?—”

“There’s no point.Nothing to be said really.”I shrug, cutting him off before he can say her name.I’m pretty fucking sure I’d be fine with never hearing her name mentioned again.

“You should talk to her.Find out what’s going on, what happened,” Diesel says, looking over his shoulder in Torrent’s direction.

“Don’t think your boy Wolf would agree with that assessment,” I smirk, wishing I could punch the fucker in the face.Then again, every damn time I see him hug Torrent, or whisper to her, I get that urge.He’d look much better with my fist imprinted on his damn face—with his nose bleeding.

“Fuck him.”

“That’s a different tune than you were singing,” I mention to Diesel—not really giving a fuck.

“Something about this whole club is rubbing me the wrong way.I’m not sure what, but it has my gut burning.”

I frown.When Diesel says that, he’s usually spot on about any situation.He’s saved our hide more than a few times with his sixth sense about things.I can’t say that I’m very fucking comfortable here either, but I thought my feelings about Torrent were clouding my judgment.Now, Diesel has me wondering.

“You think she’s in danger?”I ask before I can stop myself.

“Danger?Nah, probably not.Trouble?I think that little girl might be in a whole heap of trouble though.”

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