Page 53 of Savage Brothers MC: Tennessee Chapter

“Because I’m not letting strangers look at my hoo-hah.”

“Christ.”

“And besides that, Wolf will be home in two days.”

“Torrent, you’re starting to get on my damn nerves.”

“The feeling is mutual.Besides, I’m pretty sure Sharon can’t work me in if I cancel today.”

“I’m afraid not.We stay booked up,” Sharon pipes up helpfully.I smile at her, silently giving my thanks.

“Then, you’ll reschedule and comeback whenever,” he mutters.

“Red.I am not going to look like….well, I don’t want to have your hairstyle between my legs when Wolf gets back.”

“Fuck, Torrent, I don’t want to hear that shit.”

“I’m just saying it’s going to be your job to tell Wolfe why our romantic date ends at a handshake.”

“Fine.I’ll get a prospect to come and watch the door, but understand me, Torrent, you better be ready to leave when I get back.”

“In five hours?”I question hopefully.

“Four, tops.You better make that work.”

“I… uh… think we can work with that can’t we, Sharon?”I ask, turning to her so she can see my face silently pleading for her to agree.

“I think so…” she says and I don’t miss the confusion on her face, but thankfully Red does.

I watch as he stomps out without saying anything else.When the door closes, I think that’s the first free breath I take today.

Slowly I turn to Sharon and wait for her questions.I don’t have long to wait.

“Torrent, you don’t have an appointment today and you know it doesn’t take?—”

“I need a way out of here, that’s not in the front and I need you to try and cover for me, Sharon.”

She studies me and maybe she sees the sheer panic on my face, but she gives me a grim smile of agreement.

God, I hope I’m doing the right thing.

Chapter39

Devil

“Was that Fury?”

“Yeah.I told him he didn’t need to come up after all, that we’d be leaving in the morning,” Diesel answers.“Unless you’ve changed your mind again?”

“I thought we agreed, I should back away?”

“Never thought you were the kind of man to give up that easily,” Diesel says with a shrug.

“Man, you’re giving me whiplash with your back and forth,” I growl at him.It’s not him I’m frustrated at—it’s myself.

“The same could be said about you, Ese,” Diesel smirks.

“Don’t I know it,” I mutter, leaning back against my pillow.

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