Devil (Savage MC--Tennessee 1)

“You going to order for me too, Baby-cakes?” I ask sarcastically.

“If you don’t quit whining like a baby, I’ll order you a hamburger off the kid’s menu. Does that count?”

“At least it’s American food.”

“They have steak you know,” Diesel laughs.

“Do you see a baked potato on the menu? Or a loaded salad that has tomatoes and onions? Shit, eggs and bacon are nice too—with those crispy croutons.”

“Jesus, you really are a baby,” Diesel says disgustedly.

“Only about food,” I tell him, trying to defend myself. Once the waiter comes back we order our food and I go with a steak fajita and figure I’ll pick and choose what I eat. “Can I skip all that rice and bean shit? Just bring me French-fries,” I tell the waiter, making Diesel laugh.

“French fries?”

“At least it’s a potato,” I tell him and flip him off when he laughs harder.

My gaze moves around the room, automatically taking stock and monitoring it—even if I don’t need to. I even peg the two exit possibilities and the door that leads to the kitchen. Hell, maybe I have been in this life too long.

“So I called this morning and Fury will be here by evening,” the bastard says once he quits laughing at me.

“I don’t need a goddamn nurse maid, Diesel. I’m a grown man. Been taking care of myself for a while now. Hell, I can even wipe my own ass after I shit.”

“Quit being a prick. You know what’s going to happen if Wolf sees you sniffing around his woman.”

I go over Diesel’s words in my head. I take a drink of my beer and still replay them again. Finally, I look up at him and lay it out.

“I’m not convinced that she’s his.”

“She’s the daughter of a man who ran the club.”

“So?” I challenge him.

“Fucker, she’s not new to this life. She knows what wearing a cut that says you’re someone’s property means. She might be lost and in a world of hurt, but he’s laid claim to her and you trying to get in her pants puts your dick in jeopardy.”

“My dick?”

“I figure that’s what he will be cutting off if he finds it anywhere near Torrent.”

“Weren’t you the asshole that encouraged me to talk to her last night?”

“Yep, that’d be me,” he admits.

“So what the fuck is your problem now?” I ask him, more than a little irritated.

“You talked to her, she made her choice and I think you need to move on.”

“We don’t know that she’s made her choice yet,” I answer right as the waiter brings our food. Both of us remain quiet as that happens, but as soon as the waiter is out of earshot, Diesel starts again.

“Looks to me like her choice is pretty much made, buddy. Not to be a dick about it, but I think you need to realize that too.”

“What do you mean?”

“She didn’t meet you today—”

“Well, no. But—”

“And she’s looking pretty tight over there in the corner with Wolf.”

His words cause me to shut down. My gaze seeks out every fucking corner in the place.

I see her across from me in the far left. There’s a darkened booth and a couple facing me. They don’t see me though and I can’t decide if that’s a good thing or a bad thing. Wolf has his arm around Torrent. She’s resting her head on his chest. And he’s feeding her a piece of chicken from his fork. She’s smiling and he’s staring at her… with eyes only for her.

Fuck me… Diesel’s right.

She looks happy. She looks like she loves him.

She sure as hell doesn’t look like she ever thinks of me…not the way I do her and that shit burns hard.

The waiter comes by and leaves two more beers and I’d give anything if it was something stronger… right now I need it.Torrent“I can feed myself you know,” I tell Wolf, trying not to laugh as he brings another piece of grilled chicken to my mouth.

“What? The bet was I show you what it’s like to be my woman. That’s all I’m doing, baby.”

“By feeding me?”

“I’m enjoying it,” he laughs.

“I’ve enjoyed everything today. Thank you for this, Wolf. I hated you changed your plans for me, but I really did need it.”

“I wouldn’t take nothing for today, Tor. Even though you’re insistent on moving into your dad’s house.”

“I need to—for several reasons. If you really want to give this dating thing a try, it’s needed.”

“What the hell for?”

“So that we’re in separate spaces, of course.”

“I don’t know how you date, but most people these days have to be together to date.”

“To date, sure, but they don’t live together.”

“I don’t see anything wrong with that,” Wolf argues and the disappointed look on his face makes me smile.

“That’s because you’re a pig.”

“Hey, Tor! That’s not nice. I like you.”

I roll my eyes at him. “We should head out. I want to get started moving.”