Devil (Savage MC--Tennessee 1)

“Find anything of interest?” Wolf asks, his voice cold.

“Still looking,” I answer.

“I can see that,” he says dryly.

“How are you doing, Torrent?” I ask the woman our conversation is about.

“I’m okay,” she answers.

I study her—really study her.

“Now why don’t I believe that, Angel?”

“A better question might be why you are so interested,” Wolf responds.

“Wolf,” Torrent whispers.

“I’m worried about a friend. That’s not against the law, is it?” I ask him, finally bringing my gaze back to Wolf.

“It’s not needed,” he answers, leaning on the table as if to get closer to my space. If he wants to intimidate me he’s shit out of luck. “I can take care of Torrent just fine. She doesn’t need your concern.”

I let my eyes flicker over briefly to Torrent and the pale look on her face and the tightness that’s there.

“That’s strange,” I answer, forcing myself to look at Wolf again, and not reach out and caress Torrent and make her relax. It’s not my place…not right now.

“That Torrent has someone in her life to take care of her? Or that she doesn’t need you?” Wolf asks like the cocky asshole he is.

“That she needs anyone to take care of her. The Torrent I know can take care of herself.”

I hear her intake of breath, but I still don’t look away from Wolf. It never pays to ignore an enemy and that’s definitely what this son of a bitch is.

“Are you about done here, Devil?”

“Not really. Haven’t really ate yet. Our food just came.”

“Then maybe you should go back to it, before it gets cold.”

“I suppose,” I agree, because there’s really nothing else I can do here.

“Maybe you should head back to your part of the state too.”

“And why’s that?”

“Well, this can be a rough area if you don’t know anyone. I’d hate for you to get hurt or something by accidentally going somewhere you shouldn’t,” the bastard says.

“Wolf!” Torrent gasps, but in this instance both of us ignore her. This is between me and him.

“Is that a threat?”

“Not a threat. Merely showing some friendly concern.”

“I see. Well your concern is noted, but I’ll be heading back tomorrow.”

“So soon?” Wolf answers, sounding way too happy with my answer.

“I don’t really have anything to keep me here. At least not that I know of… do I, Torrent?”

“I… No… at least I don’t think so. I mean, I didn’t know you knew anyone here,” she says, her face filled with color and my question making her so nervous that she’s gripping the side of the table so hard her fingers are white.

“I thought I did,” I tell her and this time it’s her I look at—her I’m giving all of my attention to. “I guess I was wrong.”

“You were?” she asks.

“Apparently, and that makes me damn sad, Angel,” I tell her.

“I think you should go now, Devil. I can send some men out to help give you safe passage out of town if you like in the morning,” Wolf says, and I bet he’d like that. I have to wonder if I’d live to see the city limit sign. Somehow I don’t think I would.

“I believe I can find my way. Unless something happens to change my mind,” I say with a slight shrug of my shoulders.

“See that it doesn’t,” Wolf responds, his voice hard.

“Goodbye, Torrent. If you need me—for anything—you know where to find me, Angel,” I tell her and ignore Wolf’s growl of dislike. Torrent’s gaze locks with mine, but she doesn’t respond.

That’s okay. I think I got my message across. I turn and walk back to my table where Diesel is waiting and I can tell from the look on his face…if I stay here, it will be with Fury watching my back…

And maybe that’s not such a bad thing at this point.Torrent“Thanks for the ride into town, Red. I really appreciate it.”

“No worries. Give me a second to check in with Wolf and we’ll go in,” he replies.

“Oh, uh, there’s really no place for you to go in. It’s a small spa and—”

“Tor—”

“Red… that building is small. A total of three rooms,” I warn him.

“So?”

“I’d rather not have you sitting in the small waiting room with a grand total of four chairs while I’m in the next room getting a bikini wax and screaming in pain.”

“Wolf wants me to keep an eye on you. He told me you were being harassed by one of those men from that charter close to Sevier County.”

“Red, there’s not even a back door to that building. You can watch me from this SUV. I don’t really want you hearing me cry over my lady parts.”

“There’s no back door? How is that even legal?”

“I don’t know, but it’s true. You want to go in and look?”

“Yeah, I guess if I make sure the building is secure, and can monitor who goes in then Wolf should be satisfied.”