Page 5 of Savage Brothers MC: Tennessee Chapter

“And that works for you?”I ask, knowing that it doesn’t.It’s the reason we aren’t allowed to talk about Ellie.

“Trust me, Dev.Women aren’t worth the pain, man.They never are.”

I listen to him, and I do it taking another drink.

What I don’t do is go back to the party and find another woman, knowing I’ll be outside that damn convent tomorrow looking for a certain brunette.

Chapter3

Torrent

He’s not there.

As I look out across the street, disappointment sinks in.I really thought he would be there.I’ve started looking forward to seeing him and this is the first time he’s failed to show.

He’s given up.

That’s good.He needed to give up.I need him to stay far away from me.Logically I know all of this, but it doesn’t mean I have to like it.I feel letdown by Devil, even if I shouldn’t, and the weight of that emotion is almost crushing.A smart girl would go back to her room and pretend to be a good little girl.I’m not smart.If I was, I wouldn’t be in the mess I’m in right now.

I catch the other girls working in the garden and I sneak away.I look over my shoulder repeatedly, afraid someone will see me.I can cover if they do, but I need a break—even if it’s a small one.

I turn the corner of the building and lean against it, breathing deeply.This place is historic and so old I swear it was probably standing before Tennessee even became a state.The block is covered in green ivy halfway up and it sticks into my back, but I ignore it.I’m wearing a white uniform, including the damn veil and coif on top of my head.I thought nuns wore black.I could handle black a little more.At least I’d feel more at home in it.I rip the top off my head; it’s fucking hot and I’m not sure how much longer I can handle being here.I know I promised my dad, but damn, nothing seems to be changing and I miss my old life.

“That looks better.”

My head jerks up when I hear his voice.

“What are you doing here?”I ask, my head tilted to the side so I can watch him closely.I was kind of hoping I had embellished how good he looks.I didn’t.He’s tall and wide, his skin a golden tan and his hair is copper brown and when the sun hits it I see those highlights even more.He’s wearing jeans that look lived-in and hug him in all the right places—so much so that my mouth waters.I force myself to look at his face—and not the bulge pushing against the zipper in his jeans.His eyes are blue.They’re not a normal blue.Jesus, they’re a dark, sparkling blue and they send goosebumps over my body and it’s so intense my nipples freaking tingle.To disguise my reaction to him, I take out a few of the pins that didn’t come out of my hair and then sift my fingers through it.

“Wanted to see you, Angel,” he says, but he’s different.He’s not smiling or cocky like he was the first time we met.He’s staring at me and he’s completely serious… so serious that it’s unnerving.

“What for?”

“Been asking myself that for a while now.”

“You got a smoke?”I ask him, figuring it’s best not to comment on his reply.

“Do nuns smoke?”

“This one does.”I shrug.

He takes out a pack of cigarettes from the pocket on his cut and reaches it over to me.I take one out, silently congratulating myself that my hand doesn’t shake.When I bring it to my lips, he digs in his pocket again and brings out a lighter.He lights it, his gaze holding mine.It’s the simple act of lighting a cigarette, but it feels more intense.

Probably because I’m playing with fire, literally and figuratively.

“Thanks,” I tell him, ignoring the fact that my voice is hoarse.

“Is smoking a sin?”

“Depends on what you’re smoking, I guess.Is that why you’re here?Church is usually on Sundays.”

“I don’t think they let the Devil in church.Pretty sure that’s against the rules.”

“The purpose for church is to save lost souls,Devil.”

“Mine’s a little more than lost.”

“What makes you say that?”

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