Page 73 of Savage Brothers MC: Tennessee Chapter

Torrent

“I was beginningto wonder if you were going to show up,” I grin, running into Devil’s arms.He catches me and pulls me up into his body, kissing me until I can’t catch my breath.

“Sorry, Angel.It’s been a bad day,” he says and when we break apart I notice the tension on his face.

“What’s going on?”I ask him, almost afraid to know.

Devil rubs the back of his neck, a move I’ve noticed happens often when he is frustrated.I take his hand and lead him into the den.I don’t use this room often, mostly because my father always used it as kind of an office.I much prefer the living room because of the open feel and the many windows.But, windows are not good with Devil in the house and too many prying eyes close by.I have blinds drawn, but I don’t want to take a chance.Once we get to the den, I lead him over to the sofa.He sits and I slide in behind him, immediately massaging his shoulders and neck.He hasn’t answered my question yet, but I don’t push him.I want him to tell me when he’s ready.

“That feels like heaven,” he groans, letting his head drop forward.

“You’re so tense,” I tell him and it’s completely true.I can feel the way his muscles are knotted up under my fingers and I work to try and get them to relax.

“Diesel left today,” he says, but I can’t figure out why that has him so upset.My fingers fumble a little as a thought occurs to me.

“Did you… I mean do you wish you had gone back too?”I ask, and he looks over his shoulder at me.

“Why do you ask that, Angel?”

“Well, you’re clearly upset and…”

“I’m worried about him, Torrent.He’s going through some stuff.He’s worried about his boy.”

“He’s the one whose ex was trying to get the boy back, right?”

“Yeah.There’s something going on there.Diesel thinks an old enemy is behind it.”

“And not his ex?”

“Someone is bankrolling that bitch.If not she wouldn’t keep at it.”

“Oh… What’s he going to do?”

“He’s leaving the club, Angel.”

“Leaving?”

“He’s stepping down as president and taking his child and going dark.”

“But… I mean, is that safe?Wouldn’t it be better to have his club behind him?”

“Fuck, baby.I don’t know.That didn’t work out great for your dad, did it?”

I try to keep my reaction from him, but I can’t stop the pain his question causes.My heart hurts.

“Christ.I’m an asshole,” Devil growls, turning around.

“No.It’s fine.You’re right,” I respond, trying to reassure him.I’m feeling self-conscious, and like a big baby.

“I’m a stupid asshole,” he says again, and he gathers me up in his arms and pulls me into his lap.

“It’s fine, Logan.I promise.”

“It was insensitive.I’m worried about my brother, but that’s no reason to hurt you.”

He squeezes me tightly and kisses my temple.I make my body relax.I know he didn’t mean anything.Devil would never hurt me.

“You’re just worried about your friend.It’s my fault, isn’t it?”

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