She didn’t answer him. What was there to say? She didn’t want to give these men any advantage over Savage, and she had no idea what they were after.
“You know if he plans on going on the run this weekend with his club? You going with him?” Tony kept watching her, as if he could somehow get her to answer him if he stared at her intently enough.
Seychelle looked beyond him to the building he’d just come out of. A real estate office. She even knew the couple who sold homes and properties. They were a wonderful older husband-and-wife team and very successful at what they did.
“Are you buying a home here?” She was very uncomfortable with the way the conversation was going. She wasn’t about to talk about Savage, her relationship with him or anything to do with his club. Fortunately, she really didn’t know anything about his club.
“Looking,” he said vaguely. “You have an amazing voice. There’s something very soothing about it. I almost felt you could reach right into all of us and control our emotions. That’s how beautiful your voice is. Torpedo Ink is lucky to have you singing in their band.”
Her phone vibrated, and she pulled it from her back pocket. Savage. Of course. She glanced across the street. Hyde was just outside the door of the Floating Hat.
Babe, get in the car. Be casual. Just drive away. Hyde will catch up.
“I’m not sure what to say to that. Thank you for the compliment, but I’m just a regular singer, nothing special. I don’t actually sing with the band all the time, just every now and then, when I feel like it. They’re unbelievable musicians, and it’s a privilege to sing with them.” She glanced at her watch. “It was really nice to meet you, Tony, but I’ve got an appointment I can’t miss. I got a little carried away with shopping today and let the time get away from me.”
Deliberately, she gave a little laugh and indicated the packages in the back seat of the MINI Cooper, even as she pulled open the door to the driver’s seat. Slipping in, she immediately started the car, not wanting to take a chance that Tony might stop her. He looked for a moment like he might step up to the window, but then he backed to the sidewalk. He lifted his head and looked down the street.
As she pulled the MINI Cooper onto the street, she noticed two more Diamondbacks, both in jeans, wearing their cuts. They were on the other side of the Floating Hat. Two others were across the street from the tea shop. Hyde was surrounded and alone. Should she just leave him? She drove up the street and around the corner, where she pulled over.
Hyde is cut off from his bike, surrounded by Diamondbacks. I could go back and do the innocent act, get him into the tea shop or something.
Seychelle found herself holding her breath. She wasn’t cut out to be a biker babe. She had absolutely no idea what one did in these circumstances.
Drive on home, Seychelle. Lana and Alena are in town at the moment, and they will handle this. Don’t want the Diamondbacks to know you’re with us yet.
They were asking questions about us. About the run. Whether I was going with you. He talked a lot about my voice and controlling emotions with it.
For the first time there was a long pause before Savage texted back. Get home, meaning the big house. A couple of the boys will pick up your protection and I’ll meet you there.
Savage paced back and forth, seriously pissed that he’d let his woman go into town without him. He’d been uneasy from the moment he’d left her. He knew something was wrong. Hell, every member of Torpedo Ink could feel the tension winding tighter between the Diamondback and Venomous clubs, and they were caught in the middle. The Diamondbacks wanted to get something—anything—on Torpedo Ink to make certain they were in their pocket.
Members of the Diamondbacks came to the coast occasionally and checked in with Czar. They frequented the bar with their old ladies on the nights the band played more often than they had before, but they didn’t make their presence known in large numbers. They didn’t want law enforcement to suddenly sit up and take notice that something might be up, such as a war between two clubs.
Savage really didn’t like that Seychelle was anywhere on the Diamondbacks’ radar. It was bad enough that Torpedo Ink had to worry about Alena, but now with this new play, he was extremely worried. So was Czar. Neither could figure out what the reason could be.
The comment about her voice controlling emotions had to have come from Brandon Campbell. No Diamondback would have figured that out on their own. They wouldn’t even believe in psychic gifts, and if they did, they wouldn’t admit it out loud. He had known from the beginning that Brandon was going to be a vindictive little shit, but Little Miss Trouble just didn’t listen to him. She smiled and went her own way. Why was Brandon getting involved, and how had he? He wouldn’t just walk up to a Diamondback and give him that kind of information, not without them laughing their asses off at him.