Page 134 of Avenging Devil: Part 2

Chapter Thirty-Six

Saffie

Glancing to my left as we leave the compound behind, I watch Swift driving. Like everything she does, she’s handling the car with precision and confidence.

Despite the circumstances, I have to smile. “I almost didn’t recognise you.”

Swift had emerged from the clubhouse in her customary jeans, but instead of her boots, had sparkly sandals on instead. And rather than the plain black or camouflage t-shirts she normally wears, today hers is bright pink and adorned with the slogan picked out with diamante, Girls just wanna have fun. But the biggest change is her face. I’ve never seen her with makeup before, not once in those weeks spent in Utah. Today, eyeliner, mascara and eyeshadow make her eyes stand out and seem much larger. But it’s the bright red lipstick that draws the eye.

Swift chuckles. “I had a little help from Cindy,” she explains. “These are her shoes and top.” She pauses to indicate she’s moving out into the next lane. “Arsehole,” she says under her breath as the driver in front does the same, causing her to brake. She continues the conversation as if she’d never stopped. “I don’t think the sweet butts know what to make of me. When I went to Cindy, she asked if I wanted her to go down on me.”

I snort, so very unladylike, and so much so I have to get out a tissue and blow my nose. “Did you take her up on it?”

“Nah,” Swift replies seriously. “Road’s good enough in that department.”

Feeling more relaxed in her company than I have before, probably due to her looking feminine for once, I tease her. “So, if it wasn’t for Road…?”

Swift barks a laugh. “I prefer the old-fashioned game of hide the salami. Muff diving isn’t for me. Though Cindy did seem to be interested.”

I giggle, I can’t help myself. “They see the cut and think you’re a member.”

“I am a member,” she retorts. “I’m just a brother without a dick. Well, except for Road. He’s my dick.”

I snort again. “He’s not going to know it’s you when he sees you like that.”

“Oh, he will. He’ll have ideas about my lipstick.” She glances at me and winks. “And I might just oblige.”

It’s probably that I feel comfortable with her today, that the words just tumble out. “I can’t give head to Niran. Not after Duke—”

Swift shoots a look of compassion my way. “Bloody hell, Saffie, you’ve come a long way. Just look at you. You’ve become comfortable with bikers, and I know you’re dancing the horizontal tango with Niran. Don’t be too hard on yourself. After what you’ve been through? I’m fucking amazed at you. Niran won’t push you to do anything you don’t want to do.”

“But men expect that.”

“It’s not a failing, Saffie. In time, you may want to, if you don’t, there’s no foul. Lots of women don’t like sucking dick.”

“Duke—”

“Duke’s a fucking wanker, and he’s going down today.” She cracks her knuckles on the steering wheel. “I’m looking forward to meeting this arsehole of yours.”

I’m most definitely not. My mood sours as what-ifs go through my mind. What if Duke manages to capture me? What if he kills me on sight? What if, what if, what if…

The car speakers come alive with an incoming call.

Swift presses the button to connect.

“Swift?”

Instead of confirming, she just asks, “What you got?”

“They used two vehicles. Grit’s being handled. Duke’s heading your way.”

“I’ve got this.” It’s said with one hundred percent confidence, unlike the near panic I hear in Niran’s voice.

As she ends the call, I ask, “What does it mean?” I’m trying to translate the information we’ve been told.

“It means they followed the wrong vehicle, and Duke gave them the slip. It’s you and me, girl, against him.”

At my gasp, she says confidently, “You don’t need anyone else, Saffie. Not when I’m around, and certainly not dressed like this. Duke will underestimate me, men always do. That’s my advantage.”

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