Devil (Savage MC--Tennessee 1)

“He ate real food today,” I tell him, still proud of that accomplishment.

“I don’t think you can call that crap they brought me real food, Angel.”

I roll my eyes, and bend down to kiss him.

“I love you, Logan,” I tell him, ignoring everyone else in the room. I almost lost him and now that I’ve got him back, I’m going to make sure to tell him how much I love him, each and every day—as often as I can.

He brings his good hand up to my face. He touches a finger to my cheek while staring at me intently. There’s sadness in his face, but there’s love too.

“I love you, Angel,” he says and I kiss him again.

“You’re a lucky man, Twinkle-Toes,” Beast says and Devil looks at him and grins.

“Don’t I know it, Sunshine. Don’t I know it,” Devil responds.

It’s a familiar exchange between the two and I don’t understand the significance of it, but I know it makes Devil happy.

“Have you found Wolf yet?” I ask, and from the looks of the solemn faces around the room that answer is a no. Shit.

“Sorry, Torrent. We’ve torn the place apart, but there’s no sign of him.”

“And you’re sure Diesel and Ryan are safe?” Devil asks and the men look around at Devil—none of them happy.

“Diesel went dark as soon as he sent us after you. He left me a note, and told me he’d be in touch, but damn it, man, I haven’t heard anything from him,” Crusher says and my heart squeezes in panic.

I hope and pray nothing happens to them. I feel responsible, even though they’ve all tried to convince me I’m not. To their way of thinking, Diesel and Ryan have had evil after both of them for a while and at least I’ve helped them get a direction to look. That doesn’t make me feel any better. I may not want to know what happened to my father’s men, but Wolf… I’d like to see Wolf die a very violent and bloody death.

“Maybe it’s good he’s dark and doesn’t know what’s going on,” Gunner says and everyone turns around to stare at him. “What?” he asks us all defensively. “It will kill him to find out that Ryan is not his.”

I couldn’t even imagine the pain that would cause. By all accounts, Diesel adores Ryan and has tried to give him the world from day one.

“That it will,” Fury agrees. But Beast growls under his breath.

“He’s that boy’s father,” Crusher says vehemently. I smile. Devil has told me about Crusher and Dani and how they couldn’t have kids. So far they’ve adopted five and have another in the works.

“Damn straight,” Beast says. “I dare anyone to say anything different.”

I feel a little shudder of fear. I’m not really afraid, but the cold tone in Beast’s voice would make me feel sorry for anyone that pissed him off, for sure.

“So what’s our next move?” Fury asks.

“We keep hunting for Wolf and we keep trying to monitor this damn King. That’s all the moves we have right now,” Crusher answers, his voice filled with anger.

“And in the meantime we hope like hell we hear from Diesel,” Gunner adds and everyone in the room silently agrees.EpilogueTorrentFive Months LaterI look out the kitchen door and see Devil standing on the deck, looking out over the lake and my heart flips in my chest. It’s been a long, hard five months, Devil’s been home officially two months today, but it sure hasn’t been easy. He’s better—so much better than he was when he first came home, but he has his good days and his bad days. Today was a mixture of both. We had a good breakfast together, but most of the day he’s been in bed with a debilitating migraine. Those are something he never got before, but they happen with sad regularity since Wolf’s torture. I still pray every damn day that they find that asshole and he dies a very bloody death. So far it hasn’t happened.

“You okay, Logan?” I ask, opening the kitchen door. He turns to look at me and maybe it’s because we spend so much time together lately, but I can sense his mood from looking at him. “Stop it, Logan Dupree. Stop it right now,” I warn him.

“Stop what, Angel?” he asks, a half smile on his face, but it’s not one he really means. Since waking up he has bouts of depression. He fights them, but his body has been through a huge trauma and more than the physical body has to heal. There are days I can’t find a trace of the man I met buying condoms, but always—always—I see the man I love.

“Stop thinking I’d be better without you,” I warn him and he frowns at me.

“You haven’t exactly hitched yourself to a prize catch, Torrent,” he warns and I walk out to him, go up on my tiptoes and link my hands behind his neck.