Devil (Savage MC--Tennessee 1)

“Torrent!” my father yells from the door and he tries to make it to me, but two men grab him almost instantly. They’re big men, but even then my father nearly drags them to get to me—that is, until one of the men hits him over the head with something and my father goes down, instantly knocked out.

I scream; I can’t do anything else.

I’m powerless to help him… or myself.Dodger“Fuck,” I growl.

My head feels like there’s a damn Greyhound bus running through it. I look around, my eyes slowly and painfully adjusting to the light.

“Well, look at that. You rebound pretty good, Dodger—for an old man. You were only out a couple of minutes. Here I thought you’d sleep through all of the fun.”

I look up and see a face I never thought I’d look at again.

“I should have known you’d be behind this.”

“You should have known not to back out of the deal I brokered.”

“I didn’t ask you to broker it.”

“But you’ve been around. You know the game. You wanted to roll the dice in your neighborhood, you got to play the whole game—not just parts of it.”

“I will not run women in my city. I told you that. Fuck, most of those women are younger than my daughter,” I tell Carter.

Carter is low-level slime. The Korean Mafia use him to broker their deals. He came to my club wanting to work out a deal with some petty shit. I’d use some of my pledges and younger members to act as enforcers for their illegal gambling and extortion rackets. It tried out my boys before I made them full-fledged members and kept our coffers filled with easy cash. Eventually Carter approached us about some drug smuggling. That turned into a more lucrative business and I didn’t have a problem with it. When sex trafficking was on the table I said no. Most of my men were for it, but I didn’t put it to a vote. I vetoed that shit immediately. That wasn’t something I ever wanted to get into. I’m not a fucking saint and I’m about as dirty as they come, but I draw the line at kidnapping women off the street and shipping them out of the States. There’s plenty of bitches that choose to spread their legs for money; I’m not about to force innocent girls into it. If someone did that to my daughter I’d cut their body into little squares and feed it to my fucking fish.

“And that’s your downfall, Dodger.”

“What’s that?” I ask him, sitting up. A wave of dizziness falls over me, but I fight back. I can’t be sure how long I’ve been out. I know Wolf and the boys are probably already working their way through the back of the building. I need to keep Carter distracted. I suspected it was an enemy. I had no idea it was the Koreans that called for my head. I actually feel better knowing it’s this fucking punk. I’m even feeling better about my chances of survival knowing Carter here is calling the shots.

I move my hand to my back, feeling for my gun under my cut. I didn’t really expect for it to be there. I know disappointment when I confirm that it’s gone.

“Looking for this, Dodger?” Carter asks. I jerk my gaze up to him and see him waving my Glock. “You really are slipping, old man. Walking in here to try and save the day and instead you’re at my mercy.”

“I don’t have much of a choice seeing as you have my daughter,” I tell him and that’s when I know I might have a concussion because until now, I haven’t been looking for Torrent. “Where is she?” I growl. “I want to see her!”

Carter laughs as he takes a hit off of a blunt.

“You’re in no position to demand anything, old man. The bitch wouldn’t stop screaming when I knocked you out. I had to contain her.”

Carter’s smile is so fucking creepy that fear seeps into my bones.

“What did you do with my daughter?” I demand, doing my best to stand up. A man goes to grab me but I push him away. I sway on my feet, but I remain standing—even while Carter is laughing.

“Jin, bring Torrent in. I think dear old Dad should be able to see his daughter,” he says with another grin. “At least one last time.”

I try to still the chaotic beating of my heart and calm down. I can’t lose my head here and I can’t let fear rule me. I still have one weapon that Carter won’t be expecting. Plus, my men should already be riding in to save Torrent. I have to stall for a little longer.

That’s all… just a little longer.TorrentI’m dragged back into the room. My dad’s rough, unshaven face is the first thing I see. He’s worried; there’s even fear in his eyes and that looks wrong on him. His dark hair is marred with the dark stain of his blood from where he was hit earlier. I breathe deep, choking on my fear, but trying not to show it.