Page 51 of Savior
CHAPTER SIX
DEAN
Since I pussied out with Serene, I decided to finish the install of a stage five kit on a customer’s Harley, when Viking storms into my shop through the lot side door. He looks both pissed off and concerned. Before I can ask him anything, he’s already in my face.
“Bro! Why aren’t you answering your fucking phone?” he demands. “Making me run all the way the fuck over here.”
Now that he mentions it, my phone has been unusually silent these last two hours. I grab a paper towel to wipe the grease off my hands. “I haven’t gotten any calls. What’s the matter?”
“Fucking Vanna!” he nearly roars at me.
My heart does a little skip at the mention of her name in conjunction with a potential problem. As far as I know, Vanna’s still at her appointment. And would be there at least another thirty minutes before she starts her way back home.
“The fuck you mean, Vanna?” I ask, reaching to grab my cell phone off the work bench. She would have called me if something happened. She knows better. Even if she’s pissed off at me. She knows Goddamned well better! As I try to unlock the screen, I realize the fucking thing is off. Squeezing the power button, I look back at Viking while I wait. “Did she call you?”
“Texted. She’s with your fucking brother.” Viking replies. “I got a text from him, too.”
“The fuck?” She must be at his house, looking to confront Lucinda herself… Not good.
Viking throws his arms up in the air. “All I know, is that she sent me a text saying she’s with your brother at the fucking Demons’ Den, and to wait ten minutes before I ratted her out to you. I didn’t wait, bro.”
The Demons’ Den!Fuck me!
“Thefuck is she thinking? Fucking Vanna! Fucking typical Vanna move!” I shout, moving quickly to grab the keys to my side chick and my leather jacket, sliding it on in a rush to get the fuck out the door. I have to get her out of there, whether my brother is with her or not. “Fuck!” I shout again. I’m not carrying. “You strapped? I don’t have heat with me and I don’t have time to stop home to get it.” I say to Viking. I didn’t leave the house this morning to come to the shop, expecting to have to carry out a one-man rescue mission by evening. Especially not after warning her, yet again, never to go near that fucking place!
Viking reaches behind his back and pulls out his Glock, handing it over to me without hesitation. “Locked and fully loaded.”
I take it from him, tucking it behind my belt. “Thanks.”
“You want me to ride with you?” he asks. “I’ve got another heater in my room.”
“No.” I insist. “I’ll get her. I don’t want the Demons perceiving anything as a threat. If I go alone, it looks like what it is… Just a guy coming to claim his woman back.” I explain. “If I roll up on them with anyone else, who’s to say they don’t take it as a hostile threat? We’re not ready to go to war tonight. And besides, they’re still pretending to be neutral.”
“I don’t like it, bro.” Viking lets out gruff sigh as he slowly shakes his head at me.
“If you don’t hear from me in one hour, then shit went sideways. Your call.”
Viking gives me an almost scornful look. “Like I’d fucking leave you for dead with the fucking Demons.” He grunts. “One fucking hour from now, Dean. Or me and Axel are grabbing Viper and Diesel, and we’re coming in hot.”
I nod. “Understood.”
He slaps me on the shoulder as I walk past him.
“You need to put a leash on her, bro. Or at least a tracker on her phone. Bitches be crazy.” Viking says, as if he himself is exhausted by my woman’s antics.
Fucking Vanna… “Don’t I know it.” I mutter, mounting my bike.
Legion escorts me to a corner booth in the club area of the Demons’ Den, and now that I have a moment to really look around the place, it’s more dilapidated than I even realized the first time I was dragged through it. The front windows are painted black, with light from the streetlights outside only coming through where the paint has been scratched off the glass. The whole place is dim, illuminated by the horrible red track lighting, except near the bar and the pool tables. They have a few recessed lights above to better see. The place looks like they took over a shitty, run-down diner, and somehow managed to make it look worse.
Legion gestures for me to sit down, and I warily slide into the booth, not wanting to touch anything. I’ll have to throw this dress right into the laundry when I get home. I watch as he slides into the seat across from me, folding his long fingers on the table between us. With a cock of his chin at no one in particular, two shots of some kind of brown liquor are placed between us. Legion slides one of the shot glasses towards me.
“Is this a joke?” I push it back to him.
“A test.” He replies. “You passed.” I watch as Legion’s eyes slide with a look of disdain to the Demon who brough the shots over. “She’s fucking pregnant, you moron.”
“Oh shit… Congratulations, Boss.” His man nervously says, reaching to take one of the shots away from the table, before Legion’s hand shoots out and shoves it away. With a glare as intimidating as the kind Dean is capable of, Legion snatches the shot glasses, one and then the other, shooting both shots before he lets out a hiss of air and slams them back down on the table.
“You have three. Count them. Three fucking seconds… to find her something more accommodating!” Legion snarls at him.
