The brothers looked at each other with completely blank expressions. It was clear they had no memory of the woman.
“Do you remember the club?” Savage asked.
Leonardo nodded. “I go there once in a while.”
Tony looked uncomfortable, not meeting Seychelle’s gaze. “I do too. But I don’t remember a woman like the one you’re describing.”
“She most likely planted the suggestion and also planted one to have you forget her,” Seychelle explained. “She wanted you both to inform on your club.”
“Why us?”
“She didn’t care who it was, only that your club and the Demons didn’t do what you were told. She works for the Ghosts. They kidnapped Plank’s wife and also the wife of the president of the Demons. Both women escaped, and that angered the Ghosts.”
“Is there an informant in the Demon’s club?” Tony asked.
Seychelle looked at him as if he’d grown two heads. “How would I know, Tony?” She rubbed at her temples. “I’ve got a headache. You’re both clear. If I were you, I’d steer clear of the De Sade in San Francisco for a while just to be safe. Let’s go meet Plank’s wife so I can rest.” She stood up, and immediately the three men stood up with her.
Tony and Leonardo hastened to tell their club president that Seychelle could tell him whether or not his woman had been given a suggestion to kill him. Seychelle held back, walking slow, her hand on Savage’s arm.
“This woman was originally after the Demons and Diamondbacks because they didn’t fall in line when the Ghosts took their women. It was a retaliatory, vindictive move on the part of the Ghosts against both the Demons and Diamondbacks. Someone in the Demons has the suggestions planted as well. I don’t know where this woman fits in with the Ghosts. I don’t know the first thing about the Ghosts. But I do know that her vengeance has gone from those two clubs to seeing Czar dead. Somewhere she heard of him inside that club. She hates him with a passion. I’d be worried if you had visited that club recently, Savage. She could so easily use a Torpedo Ink member to exact her revenge against him. Has anyone else gone there?”
They were almost to the picnic table. Savage wanted to curse at the Diamondbacks and tell them to get the hell out of his campsite. He was done making nice with his unwanted guests. Who else frequented the kinky underground club? Every member of Torpedo Ink had fetishes. Shit. This wasn’t good, and they couldn’t talk freely.
Seychelle was all smiles, handling the introductions Czar made to Plank and Sylvia, his old lady. Tony and Leonardo sang Seychelle’s praises. Plank seemed very annoyed at the delay.
“Yeah, I don’t understand what took so fucking long,” he groused. “You just had to talk to her for a couple of minutes,” he snapped at the two members of his club.
Both seemed to freeze. Seychelle took his lousy temper in stride. “My talent doesn’t work like that, Mr., er, Plank. I had to plant a suggestion in both of them, and they had to realize I had actually done it, and then I had to show them I could remove it. They didn’t want me working on your wife if there was the potential of hurting her. I know their mother, so they have a little faith in me, but still, they told me they wanted to be very careful with Sylvia.” Seychelle sent him another one of her sweet, innocent smiles.
She looked like the girl next door, the furthest thing from a biker babe she could possibly be. Twice, Savage noted Tony looking at her bare ring finger and he cursed under his breath. Plank was falling under her spell, the combination of her voice and her sweet demeanor. She was harmless, and after being introduced to Sylvia, she held out her hand, and Sylvia smiled and went with her. Plank didn’t send his usual guards, and he didn’t follow or insist Seychelle conduct her “experiment” right there in front of him.
Savage paced a distance behind them as if giving them privacy but watching over them. Tony did the same, while Leonardo held back but still took up a position to look out for his president’s old lady.
“You’re here with Savage?” Sylvia asked when the two women were alone in the shadow of the trees and brush of the forest that backed up to their campsite.
“Yes. He’s mine. I want to kick him half the time, and the other half I’m super crazy about him.” Seychelle’s laughter invited Sylvia to share her amusement at herself, and Sylvia joined in.
Sylvia nodded. “I hear you. That’s how I feel about Plank half the time. He makes me want to pull out my hair.”
Seychelle leaned toward her and lowered her voice so Savage had to strain to hear her. “Does he know you’re pregnant?”