Fury Read online Jordan Marie (Savage MC – Tennessee #4)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Savage MC-Tennessee Series by Jordan Marie
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Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 70851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 354(@200wpm)___ 283(@250wpm)___ 236(@300wpm)
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“Take it,” he says, not even blinking.

“I’ll drive this into the next town, get your money out of the bank and you’ll sign it over.”

“Are you going to ride on the back? I’ve never had a passenger before,” the man says instantly nervous. The other two have been quiet, but I know they’re following the conversation.

“Fuck, no. You ride with one of your brothers. I’ll drive myself.”

“How do we know you won’t try to lose us on the road?” the banker-guy asks.

“There’s no way I could outrun you on this thing. Are we doing this or not? I got shit I need to be doing,” I growl, tired of fooling around. I’ll take off walking to the next town. It might take me the rest of the evening, but right now I’d prefer that to listening to them talk.

“You can ride on the back of mine, Stu,” the guy with the tattoos says. After looking at me nervously, Stu tosses me the keys. I catch them and climb on the albatross, I shouldn’t be buying. From the looks of Stu, he probably has this damn thing serviced religiously. I figure it is dependable and that’s all I need. I just have to find Torrent’s sister and get my ass back to Tennessee where I belong.

The farther away I get from memories of Ellie and anywhere her or her family might still be…the better.

Fury

I stare at the whiskey on my table and then fill my glass up again. The bottle is still half full, but I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve refilled my glass. I don’t think it’s been enough, because defeat is still bitter on my tongue. Torrent’s sister is nowhere in Phoenix. I tracked down the church, gave them the information I found in Florida, only to be told that Torrent’s sister—whose name is actually Rayne Meyers—had taken a job with a sister church in Chicago. My first thought was how many fucking sister churches are there? I’ve been traveling all over the fucking world and it’s getting old. My second thought is that I failed Devil and Torrent. I wanted her to have her sister safe and home before Christmas. Calling them tonight was the hardest thing I’ve done in a while. Devil told me not to worry, that he and Gunner would handle it, but I know the last thing he wants to do is to leave his woman right now.

At least I got answers. That wasn’t easy—not by a longshot. There’s one thing about these damn nuns. They protect their own. I can respect that. Luckily, when I showed them Torrent’s letter her father left that explained about her sister and the danger she might be in, they let me know that Rayne wasn’t there and where I could find her. I also got their word they wouldn’t share that information with anyone else and was reassured that no one had been there searching for Rayne. That at least made Torrent feel a little better. I’ve got to find Wolf, though. He’s been in the wind for way too fucking long. The bastard needs to die.

I take another drink on that thought. I really thought I’d find him here in Phoenix. He had definitely been in Florida. Scorpion found that little nugget out when a woman came forth to the local police saying he had raped her. I met the woman, she’d definitely had the shit beat out of her. It is just another reason that Wolf needs to die. I tracked him down to a shack that the bastard had been staying in. It was empty, of course, and sitting next to a swamp. I’d hoped he’d been eaten by a gator, but sadly that wasn’t the case. Scorpion was able to get security footage of the fucker buying a ticket at the airport in Jacksonville. We couldn’t find out what name he was using or where he was going on our own, but with some help from a connection with the Florida State Police, it was clear he was headed out this way, though not Arizona. He bought a ticket to Texas. I should have flown there maybe, but when we got information on Rayne, I decided to get to her first. Now, I have nothing but a half-empty bottle of Jack. I’m feeling pretty fucking empty on my own.

Hell, I’ve been lonely since Ellie left. That woman owned a piece of me and I doubt that the void she left will ever be filled. I talk a good game in front of my brothers, but it’s all bullshit. I’m grieving for a woman who walked away from me without a second look. Fuck, the last thing I need to think about is her while I’m drunk. It’s probably just because I’m so close to where her family lives. I never tracked her down. She walked away and fuck it. If I didn’t mean more to her than that, I didn’t want her. I let her go. For all I know, she could be in Alaska, freezing her tits off. That’d be a shame, because they were fucking good tits. I used to love thrusting my cock between then and painting her face in my cum. Ellie was a gorgeous bitch with soft, gorgeous hair. But, she never bitched about me messing her hair up in bed. She didn’t give a fuck if I bathed her in my cum. She loved sex. She loved anyway I gave it to her and most of the time it was as dirty as I could dream up.


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