Page 89 of The Devil's Revelation
“You’re sounding awfully prudish, Zeb,” I scold. “And very much like a father. Are you going to threaten to come down here and beat him up for me if he hurts me or defiles me?”
Rose and Sage are giggling loudly. “Cut the sass, smart ass,” Zeb growls at me. “You’re sure nothing’s wrong?”
“I’m standing in the kitchen with my boyfriend’s mother and his brother’s girlfriend at the clubhouse, so I think I’m good,” I assure him. “Would it make you feel better to know that just yesterday we were target practicing on a dummy here in the yard and one of our challenges was hitting the world’s smallest dildo?”
“You what?” he asks in bewilderment.
I snicker. “I mean, they had to special order that thing, it was so small, but I got it.”
“Of course you did,” he says smugly. “I taught you well.”
“Bullshit,” I snort. “I taught myself after you went to the damn clubs and partied.”
“Whatever. Look, I was calling to let you know I’m going to be in town in a few days.”
My eyes widen as I look at Rose and Sage. “You are?” I ask. Shit. Shit. How the hell am I going to hide the whole mob thing if he’s here in person? “I thought that wasn’t for a few more weeks.”
“It got moved up. Your new boss going to let you have some time off?”
“Ah, I’ll have to ask him,” I stall.
“Ask me what?” Torque asks behind me, coming through the kitchen door.
I wave him away, not that he listens. “That him?” Zeb asks.
“Yes,” I sigh.
“Put me on speaker then,” Zeb orders.
“You’re not the boss of me, Zeb,” I warn him.
“Little girl, I’ll be down there tonight if you don’t put him on the phone,” he threatens.
Damn it. I know he’s not bluffing. “Fine. But both of you need to be nice,” I warn them both as I put the call on speaker.
Torque gives me an amused look and says, “She acts like we’re going to hurl insults at each other.”
“You hurt my girl and I’ll be doing more than hurling insults,” Zeb warns, but there isn’t much heat.
“Noted,” Torque says. “So what can I do for you?”
“I’ll be in town later this week, and I want to spend some time with Izzy. You going to let her have some time off?”
Torque arches a brow and looks at me briefly before he answers, “Izzy can do what she wants, but I’ll be tagging along.”
“Don’t trust her?” he asks silkily.
Torque snorts. “More like I figure we should get to know each other since I’m not going anywhere,” he replies smoothly. “We’ve got some club stuff going down at the moment and none of the women are going anywhere without one of us.”
My eyes go wide and I quickly shake my head at him, trying to get him to shut the hell up. “Idiot,” Rose sighs behind us.
Torque looks confused. Zeb is quiet for a moment. “Isabelle,” he says finally, “you said that there was nothing going on and you weren’t in any trouble. Care to enlighten me?”
“Shit,” I hiss, glaring at Torque, who winces. It’s clear he knows he’s fucked up. “It’s nothing, Zeb,” I say casually. “There was a shooting at the garage.”
“You were shot?” he thunders.
“No, no,” I say loudly, trying to get him to calm down. “I wasn’t shot. The cops think it was a gang thing and a stray bullet went flying and…”
