Page 101 of Savage Brothers MC: Tennessee Chapter

And she should be.

“Can you, Violet?You can explain how you ignored every rule I have in place?”

“Of…Of course I can,” she stutters.

“Good.I want you to explain, Violet.I want you to explain that and while you’re at it, I want you to explain how that bitch of an ex knew exactly where I’d be today with Ryan.”

“Your ex?Why would I know anything about that?”she asks.She starts backing away the minute I walk into my office.

“That’s what I asked myself,” I admit.“Why would you, the sweet little librarian who came to take care of my son, treated him like her own, the woman who I gave my dick to every night and protected—whywould she do anything that endangers my son’s wellbeing?”

“I wouldn’t, Diesel.You know how I love that boy?”

My control snaps.It’s not a cognizant thing; I do it without thinking.I grab her, my hand going around her throat—the same throat I kissed as she whispered her lies to me night after night—and I enforce pressure until she’s bent backwards over my desk, her eyes wide open with fear, gasping in alarm, and clawing at my hand to let go.

“He is notthat boy, you lying cunt.He’s my son.Mine.”

“Diesel—” she gasps.“Whatever you’re thinking?—”

“I’m thinking of the millions of different ways I could kill you for your betrayal.”

“You can’t?—”

“I can do anything I fucking want, Violet—if that’s even your real name.”

“Diesel, please…”

“Does this look familiar?"I ask her, finally yanking her burner phone from my back pocket.It’s a cheap flip phone bought at any local two-bit store and so out of date that you still have to go through a million steps just to text the letter A.It’s also one of the easiest to resist tracing—although I’m guessing the bitch knew that well.

She doesn’t say anything, but then, she doesn’t need to.She was panicked before, but now she’s absolutely terrified.

I lean down, my voice going soft—but cold and deadly.It’s nothing like the lover that she’s used to.“You made one fatal mistake, lover,” I tell her, flexing my fingers against her throat.It’d be so damn easy to choke the life out of her.It takes all the willpower I have not to do it.“You counted on Vicky not to be the stupid cunt she’s always been and fuck up.I had a man watching my back.You didn’t plan for that either did you,Violet?”

“I…I…”

I squeeze my hand tighter on her neck, not allowing her to talk.

“Did you really think I’d be stupid enough not to when she’d already tried to get my son once before?”I ask, but she doesn’t answer—simply because she can’t.Right now, she can’t even breathe.I watch as the color leaches from her face, leaving a pale white that’s slowly fading into blue.

It’d be so easy—too easy.

“Crusher.”

“Yeah, Boss-man?”

“Hold the bitch,” I tell him and then, just by the hold from my hand, I pull her up and toss her behind me.

Crusher catches her immediately and I sit on my desk facing them.He subdues her hands behind her back and holds a knife at her throat.

“Not a word from you—or my knife might slip,” he growls.I’ve never been more thankful than I am right at this moment that Crusher decided to leave Kentucky and come be my VP.He’s one of the few that I can trust.That has never been more evident than right now.

I pick up the phone, scroll through previous calls and find the one that Violet so thoughtfully programmed into her phone as Vicky.Jesus how dense could I have been?This bitch can’t have a brain in her fucking head.I highlight it and then click call.

“Damn it!I can’t talk right now, Vi.Diesel must have had a man following him, and they called the cops.I don’t know how they moved so fast, but the fucking police caught us in a traffic stop and we had to think fast to escape, I couldn’t keep Ryan though—which means that fucker got him back.You be ready, we’ll go with plan B in a couple of weeks, after you’ve had a chance to?—”

“Vi’snot going to get a chance to do anything,” I tell her, interrupting her.I should have probably let her talk longer—see how much more shit she would spill.In my experience, Vicky is nothing if not full of shit.I can’t though, because her voice slams into my head like fingernails raking down a chalkboard.

“You bastard!I told Jude he should have killed you.”

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