“I fucked up big-time with Anya and she took me back, Savage,” Reaper reminded him.
“Yeah, well, you don’t have the kinds of things to ask Anya to accept that I’ve had to ask Seychelle to accept, Reaper. She didn’t want to come. She knows most of the other women didn’t come. It didn’t help that Lana and Maestro all but told her she couldn’t take care of my needs and she shouldn’t be here. They all but told her she wasn’t the right woman for me. She also resents the fact that Lissa and Scarlet know what’s going on but she doesn’t, even though she’s here for the club to use her talents.”
“Do you think it’s wise to tell her?” Czar asked. “Because if you do, if she can handle that shit and you think she’ll settle down, then it’s best to just let her know things are going to be taking a bad turn here.”
Savage thought they’d already taken a bad turn. Seychelle was only going to take so much shit before she was going to fight back. He was damn sure that battle was waiting for him. Just ahead, he could see Alena in her blue jeans and leather boots, Torpedo Ink colors and wavy fall of platinum hair. She faced them as they moved toward her. One hand was on the branch of a tree. She looked casual, but even from the distance, he could feel the seething rage pouring off her as she faced Pierce. Tawny was all over Pierce, deliberately running her hands over him, blatantly declaring ownership.
Automatically, Savage drained enough anger from Alena to give her the ability to hang on to the casual, indifferent appearance she presented. Four other Diamondbacks were close by, and two other women. She had somehow managed to walk right into a trap.
Alena stood still, her platinum hair falling around her face in a waterfall of waves, giving her more of an icy appearance than just the glacier blue of her eyes. She moistened her lips, her one sign of nerves, but she didn’t take her gaze from Pierce and Tawny. Tawny continued to play with Pierce’s zipper and run her hand up and down his chest. He didn’t stop her but kept his gaze fixed on Alena, as if that would somehow keep her from noticing the woman practically stripping him right there.
“You trying to steal my man again, bitch?” Tawny asked, a challenge in her voice.
An arm snaked around Alena’s waist. It was huge, all muscle and tattoos, an iron bar, and she was pulled back against Destroyer’s large body. It was a little like smashing up against a steel wall. She recognized his scent immediately. He always smelled a little wild. Untamed. He looked it too. A dangerous, scary man she wasn’t quite certain of, coming to her rescue. For once she was grateful and she’d take the help.
“Sorry I was a little late, baby,” he whispered loud enough for the other two to hear. His voice had a growling rasp that told of a throat that had been damaged somehow years earlier. “I snagged a bottle of your favorite though.”
He kissed the side of her neck, then scraped with his teeth, hitting the exact spot that sent little sparks lighting up her nerves. No one had ever managed to do that. She turned her head just enough to look up at him, knowing he was saving her pride. She so was going to owe him for this. She’d forgotten just how tall he really was.
“Thanks, honey, you’re always so thoughtful.”
“Just who the fuck are you?” Pierce demanded. “I keep seeing you. You wear Torpedo Ink colors, but I don’t know you.”
Destroyer lifted his head and looked at Pierce with flat, cold eyes. “I don’t know you either and don’t particularly want to. Right now, I’m going to have fun with my woman, drink some whiskey, fuck her hot, tight pussy because nothing feels better than she does. Nothing. Give her any damn thing she wants because a woman like her deserves it. Come on, baby. Been waiting all day to get a taste of you.”
He lifted her as if she weighed nothing at all, put her over his shoulder and walked her right through the Diamondbacks and into the crowd. Savage wanted to laugh at the expression on Tawny’s face. She despised that Alena seemed to get the men and attention no matter what she did. The expression on Pierce’s face wasn’t funny at all. He was furious.
“Destroyer just set himself up,” he whispered to Czar.
Czar gave him a look that said he knew damn well what Destroyer had done. Destroyer’s little sister had been Alena’s age. She hadn’t made it out of that hellhole they had been raised in. Her death had been particularly ugly. “Like we didn’t have enough to worry about. Code is absolutely positive that Plank and three other Diamondbacks will be killed this weekend. Savage, you’re going to have to find out how that’s going to happen. I don’t care how many of the Venomous club we have to go through to get the information, but we need it.”