Page 4 of Savage Brothers MC: Tennessee Chapter

Devil

“About time you got here.The party started without you,” Fury laughs, slapping me on the back.

I look around, taking a deep breath.The scene tonight is exactly what I like.Half-naked to completely naked women everywhere, booze and assorted joys to explore if you want, and people having a good time.It’s the life I embraced when I set out to become a member of the Savage Brothers.It’s a life I’ve enjoyed for fucking years.

Who in the hell knew talking to a woman—one look at a woman—could change everything.Instead of being here and enjoying the party I’ve been stalking a woman I can’t touch.I feel like a fucking creeper.I’m keyed up and pissed—even when I don’t have a right to be.

“I don’t give a fuck about the party,” I grumble, grabbing a bottle of Jack and ignoring the glass.I look around the room one last time and this is not where I want to be.

“Hey!Where ya’ going?”Fury asks, but I ignore him and keep walking toward the back.

I push through the doors and take in a deep breath when I hit outside.These doors lead to our courtyard out back.It’s not much more than gravel.None of the men here enjoy mowing grass and since Diesel keeps a tight rein on our prospect numbers, gravel is easier.There’s a few fifty gallon drums on concrete blocks that we throw a fire in when we have a party, a few picnic tables scattered here and there and a couple homemade brick and steel grills.Nothing fancy, but it works.That seems to be our motto.It’s actually suited me better than most clubs we visit.

Tonight it annoys the fuck out of me.

I feel like I’m caged inside my own skin.When I get like this—and that’s not often—I want to ride or fuck.Tonight, for whatever reason, fucking is the furthest thing from my mind.I’m ignoring the fact it has anything to do with the brunette who is torturing me lately.She’s not available and whatever this voodoo is that has my dick twisted up over her will pass.All I need to do is wait it out.

“What’s wrong with you, man?”Fury asks after following me outside.I sit on one of the tables, my feet on the bench, open the bottle and take a big swig from it while looking up at the stars in the Tennessee sky.

“Got my mind on shit,” I growl, which isn’t a lie.It definitely is—even if it shouldn’t be.

“You’re starting to get as broody as Diesel, dude, or that fucker you talk with every once in a while—Beast.”

The irony in that makes my mouth twist in self-derision, because I’m forever nagging Beast, trying to get him back into the land of the living.

“You ever miss Ellie?”I ask Fury.Ellie was his old lady.The two of them were inseparable for over a year.Something happened between them—I don’t know what and I don’t think anyone does.Fury closed up over it.All I know is that one day Ellie was here and the next she was packing her shit and heading out of Tennessee.We could all see it was tearing Fury up inside, but he stood and watched her leave.He didn’t try to stop her…Not once.The men and I have never brought her up, because we see the pain in Fury every damn time something happens to remind him of Ellie.Last Christmas, a few weeks after Ellie left, a Christmas card came for her and Fury stayed drunk for a fucking week.He broke windows out of the club and threw chairs—breaking them and fuck, anything else he could get his hands on.The man was torn the fuck up…Which meansit’s fucked up I’m asking about her now, but I can’t seem to stop myself.

“She made her choice,” he answers, his face changing to the point it’s almost painful to look at.He looks like he’s been carved in damn stone.

“Still, man?—”

“I don’t know what the fuck has got you like this, Devil, but I’m not talking about this shit.”

“A woman,” I mutter, taking another drink.“A motherfucking woman,” I answer, feeling like the sad fuck I am.

Fury watches me for a minute and then the bastard takes my bottle, using his shirt to wipe off the rim of it.

“I’m not going to give you fucking cooties,” I growl, barely feeling the buzz of the Jack, even if I’ve managed to drink a fourth of the bottle in two gulps.

“I’ve seen the bitches you play with.I’m not taking any chances,” he laughs, though his voice still sounds angry.He takes a drink, letting out an “Ahhh…” as the burn moves down his throat.Then he takes another drink.

I jerk the bottle back before he can drink it all and ruin my chance to get shit-faced.

“Haven’t played with any bitch in so long I think my dick is dead,” I admit sadly.

“You’re really that sprung over that nun chick?”he asks, as if he can’t believe it.And I can’t say as I blame him.I can hardly believe it myself.

I’ve been stalking her.There’s not another fucking word for it; that’s what it is—and I’ve been doing it for over a month.I can’t explain why.There’s something about her that captured my attention from the very beginning and it’s not letting me go…

She’s not letting me go.

“There’s something about her,” I mumble.

“Yeah, her pussy belongs to God,” Fury smirks and I want to hit him.I want to smash my fist into his face and keep hitting until the frustration inside of me is gone.

“Didn’t know you were religious,” I respond instead.

“Didn’t say I was.I only know you’re shit out of luck,” he says with a shrug.“You’d do better to get back to the party and find you a bitch in there and fuck her out of your system.”

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