Page 38 of Savage Brothers MC: Tennessee Chapter

“Wolf seems very protective over her,” I tell Diesel, my eyes going to the couple in question.I watch as he puts his hand on Torrent’s shoulder, his fingers tangling into her hair on her shoulder.I tighten my hand into a fist so fucking hard my arm goes numb, all in a hope to keep myself from going over there and choking the life out of the bastard.

I’ve never been jealous… right now I’m not sure what I’m feeling is jealousy.There’s a rage inside of me—the likes of which I’ve never felt before.

“He seems like he’s choking her to death to me.”Diesel shrugs.

“What?”I ask, my attention going to him immediately.

“He’s not letting her out of his sight.She gets more than a couple steps away and he pulls her back to him—literally.That’s not normal, man.”

“Maybe.Or maybe we’ve never been?—”

“He’s controlling her.She couldn’t even reach for her own drink.He took over when she tried to reach out to the cooler.”

“Maybe he’s just being thoughtful.The Torrent I know wouldn’t let anyone control her.”

“The Torrent you know wasn’t kidnapped and beaten.”

His words are like a fucking knife…a punch of reality.

Until this moment, I had been so fucked up over seeing Torrent again—over seeing her wearing another man’s cut and finding out who she truly is to piece it all together.

Torrent was the daughter that was kidnapped.Torrent was in the clutches of a gang for weeks and lost her father.

“Beaten?”I ask Diesel, realizing that up until now I hadn’t asked for details about what had happened, mostly because I didn’t care.

“From what Wolf said she was fucked up bad.Besides, didn’t you notice the darkened area around her mouth?Bruises and puffiness that even makeup couldn’t completely hide after almost a month?Dude, that doesn’t scream good news to me,” Diesel says and my chest goes tight as I think over his words.Fuck, I never noticed the bruises.How is that possible?How could Diesel see it and I didn’t?

“There’s no way I can get her away from Wolf long enough to talk to her anyway.”I shrug, even while trying to figure out a way.

“There’s always a way.Wolf’s drinking pretty heavily.There will be an opening soon… I mean, if you want it,” Diesel says, but he’s looking at me and his face dares me to call him a liar.He knows me like the back of his hand.

“You going to help me keep the fucker distracted.”

“Oh yeah.”

“This might not end well,” I feel obliged to warn him.

“I figure it might not, but if that little girl over there is hurting as much as I think she is, ask me if I care.”

“What’s it to you?”

“How long we known each other, Devil?”

“Too fucking long,” I joke, my gaze drifting back to Torrent against my will.

“In all that time—you have never—and I meannevermentioned a girl to me.You’venevereven thought of claiming and settling down with one, and you havenever—not once—been lost in your head for months over a chick.I figure I owe it to you to find out what’s going on.If she’s a bitch, then find out and move the fuck on.”

“And if she’s not?”

“Then you decide if she’s worth bringing the hammer down.”

“And if she is?”

“Then we prepare for hell, because God knows getting her away from that man won’t be easy.”

“I think it could be pretty easy.I could kill the motherfucker,” I mutter, liking the idea more and more.

“That girl is haunted, Devil.When you talk to her, look in her eyes, watch how she moves—put the anger aside and watch and listen.Whatever you do, buddy, you got to go gently where she’s involved—or she might not survive.”

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