Devil (Savage MC--Tennessee 1)

It’s time Torrent sees the man I really am and she’s never calling me Devil, damn it. To Torrent I am Logan.

Spent the majority of my life being called Devil and right now I hate that fucking name and all because Torrent used it. Damn woman is driving me crazy.Torrent“You’re mad,” I whisper, and that’s probably the understatement of the century. Devil is fuming. You can literally feel his anger in the room and it’s so thick you can cut it with a knife.

“And here I was worried you didn’t have a brain in that pretty little head of yours,” he responds.

I blink at his harsh words. Devil has never talked to me like that. As much as I understand that he’s upset—maybe even has a right to be that way, I still don’t appreciate it.

“That’s not nice.”

“My woman pushed me out of the room and let another man touch her. I’m not feeling real nice right now, Torrent.”

“Oh stop! It was just a hug!”

“From a man who wants between your legs!” he yells back, and I blanch as the force of his anger is hurled in them.

“Please stop. You’re being ridiculous—”

“You need to shut up right now, Torrent. So help me God, if you try to tell me I’m being ridiculous right now, I won’t be responsible for what I do to you.”

I feel fear skittering down my back, but I do my best to ignore it. This is Devil; he wouldn’t hurt me.

Unless it’s with words.

“But it is. You know it’s you I love Devil.”

“That right there!” he explodes, and I jump because his voice is so loud and raw.

“What?” I cry. I’m trying to keep it together, but the way Devil is acting, his yelling and the hate coming off of him, combined with Wolf being back, has me so nervous that I can’t catch my breath. I haven’t been this panicked since I was chained and treated like a dog. I’ve done everything I could to bury those memories and the helplessness they make me feel. Devil is bringing them all back right now and I’m having trouble holding onto my sanity.

“When in the hell did I become Devil?”

“What? I don’t understand. That’s your name and—”

“Not to you! Not to you, Torrent. With you I’ve always been Logan—always, Torrent. Then this son of a bitch gets back in town and you’re begging me to keep quiet about our relationship and calling me Devil.”

“But that doesn’t mean anything.”

“Really, Torrent? Because from where I’m standing it means a fuck of a lot. In fact, right now I’m starting to wonder if I mean anything to you!”

“I love you,” I whisper. I’m losing it. Flashbacks of the men holding me hostage are trying to surface. Their faces are overlapping Devil’s and I can’t catch my breath.

“You’ve got a funny way of showing it. I don’t know if you realize the kind of man you’ve hooked, but I don’t hide for no-fucking-body. I’ve let you have your way because you’ve been through a lot, but it’s becoming clearer and clearer that was the wrong way to handle things with you.”

“Logan, I think we both need to calm down and talk about this like two mature adults.”

“You want me to calm down, Torrent?”

“Well, yes. It’s not like we should be upset with each other. I am telling Wolf. I have to make sure I do it the right way.”

“And you think dinner with him is the right way to go about it?” he mocks, clearly not happy about that at all.

“Well, yeah. It will give us a chance to be calm and relaxed so I can explain that this thing…”

“I’m not a thing, Torrent. I’m supposed to be your man.”

“Quit twisting my words. That’s not what I meant. Please Dev—Logan, I love you, I’m giving up everything to be with you...”

“I didn’t realize you viewed being with me as giving everything up,” he says, and now he’s not yelling. Now his words are quiet and cold as steel. Somehow that scares me even more.

“Maybe we should take a break and let our tempers ease before we talk more,” I suggest.

“Am I invited to this dinner with you and Wolf?” he asks.

“I… Well...”

“You’re not planning on me going at all, are you Torrent?”

“I thought it would go over better if I go alone,” I whisper, knowing even as I say it that it’s the wrong thing to say to him.

“So you want me to sit on my hands while that fucker takes you to dinner and convinces you that he’s the better option?”

“What? No. De—Logan, he can’t do that.”

“Why not? After all, he has Daddy’s seal of approval right?”

“Please stop,” I whisper.

“I thought I was involved with a woman, but you’re a child playing at being an adult.”

“Are you done?” I ask, not sure I can take anymore—not from him.