Fury (Savage MC-Tennessee 4)

I turn away from them, walking the opposite direction.

“Where are you going?” Dawn yells.

“Home,” I tell them without looking back. I don’t owe them anything. They’re not the people I had built up in my mind. They’re toxic. I made the wrong decisions when I left Tennessee. I need to learn from them and make sure I don’t repeat the same ones.

I just hope I’m not too late.Fury“How are you doing, Fury?” Diesel asks, coming over to sit with me.

It’s a quiet night at the club. I think we’re all starting to worry about Devil. He’s still got Wolf locked in the basement. The guy is breathing, but it’s beyond me how. With all of the wounds he has and blood loss, he should be dead. I guess that’s the thing about monsters, they wouldn’t be scary if they did what was expected of them. And Wolf? He’s definitely a monster.

“I’m okay. Got a lot of shit on my mind,” I mumble. “Where’s Devil?”

“You know where he is,” Diesel mutters.

“Yeah, I do.”

We both look over at Torrent. She’s sitting talking to Dani and Crusher, but even from this distance I can see the circles under her eyes. She’s worried about her man, just like we all are.

“Are we going to have to intervene?” I ask Diesel. He lets out a loud sigh that makes it clear he’s as worried as the rest of us.

“I hate to. God knows that Devil deserves this. I can’t imagine all of the hell he went through. I even got my turn at Wolf, but Devil…” he shifts his shoulders a minute before continuing. “There are things he needs to work through. If he doesn’t get his head together soon, I’ll step in and send in the big guns.”

“What’s that mean?”

“I’ll send Torrent down there to talk some sense into him. She’s been letting him fight his demons as best as he can, but she’s almost at the end of her rope, too.”

“He won’t thank you for letting Torrent anywhere near that fucker again, even if he is chained up like a side of beef in a packing plant.”

“Maybe not, but it might take that to pull Devil’s head out of his ass,” Diesel says and he’s not wrong.

“Women have a way of doing that. Diesel, I need to talk to you.”

“When are you leaving?” he asks, smirking.

“What?”

“You’re going to tell me you are going to go back to Phoenix, right?”

I let out a laugh, which isn’t of humor, rather, it’s one of respect. I should have known that Diesel would know where my head is. There’s a reason he makes a damn good president of our crew.

“I have to, Brother. I’ve lived without her for almost two years. I did it, but it was miserable. Since having her back in my life, being without her again feels like I’m fucking dying.”

“Are you coming back?” he asks and that’s the part that kills me.

“I want to,” I tell him.

“But, you’re not sure she will.”

“There were things she didn’t like me doing for the club,” I tell him, tiptoeing over a touchy subject and hoping to leave it at that.

“Like going after Vicki.”

“Yeah.”

“I always wondered if that wasn’t the real reason she left. It happened when you left to hunt that bitch down the first time.”

“It was part of it, yeah, but our problems were bigger than that, Diesel, man. We needed to work through shit and instead…”

“Ellie left.”

“And I didn’t try to go to her when I got back. I let my pride get in my way,” I admit.

“Pride is a hard thing for a man to let go of and sometimes he shouldn’t. It’s what makes us the men we are, the men that can live this life that we lead,” he says. I nod my head, because he’s right. “It makes a piss-poor bed fellow, though,” he says with a grin, holding his glass up in salute. I clink mine against his, swallowing down the whiskey, as we share a drink and understanding. Diesel gets up, slaps me on the shoulder and gives me the words I need. “Do what you need to do, Fury. You know this is your home. We’re always here for you, however you need us.”

“I do. I just know that Ellie is my life. Without her—”

The front door opens, I barely look up, figuring it’s one of the pledges or club candy. But, my eye catches that long wave of blonde hair and I do a double-take.

Standing at the door is Ellie…suitcase in hand.EllieI nervously stand at the door and I know all eyes are on me. I can feel them. I keep my gaze concentrated on Liam though. I’m so nervous, I feel like a cat on a hot tin roof. I’m praying that just showing up was the right choice. Liam could have already decided he was tired of putting up with me. Until I was faced with my mother and sister on the streets in Phoenix, I honestly didn’t realize that my first instinct was to run when things got difficult, but it is. Maybe I have more of my father in me than I realized. He sure ran from our family. Now that I see my mother without blinders, I can only imagine how difficult his life was.