“No, not unless that’s his backup plan. What are the odds that I wouldn’t come on the run with you, Savage? Even if he did manage to plant a suggestion through Shari, taking away my ability to give you a blow job on this run, he still has to believe you’ll bring me with you.”
Savage rubbed the top of her hand with his thumb. Yeah, that was true, but he had a well-deserved reputation for being a first-class bastard. “If he asked around about me, angel, he’d learn very quickly that I don’t give two fucks about anyone but my club. I’ve never treated the women I’ve used as more than a face fuck. I’ve used them and walked away without looking back. He most likely would think I would fuck another woman right in front of you.”
He didn’t like admitting what a dick he was, but it was necessary if they were going to figure this out. In any case, he wanted to be honest with her. The strange thing was, and he’d never understood it, a few of the women did want a repeat performance, and others, having heard of him or even seen his treatment of the women on runs, because he didn’t hide what he did, begged him to be next.
Her eyes widened, moved over his face as if searching to see if he was telling her the truth. “Would you really do something like that?”
“Before you?” He sighed. “I did a hell of a lot worse. I’ve never tried to hide what I am from you, Seychelle. If anything, I’ve gone out of my way to be very honest, so you had every opportunity to walk away.” He made a point of using the past tense. As far as he was concerned, they’d made a commitment, and it was solid now. She wasn’t backing out, no matter how tough things got.
“I promised you I’m one hundred percent in with you, baby, all the way. I meant it. There will not be other women. I don’t cheat. I expect the same from you.” He caught her chin and looked her straight in the eyes. “I know ways to torture a man, learned that shit starting at an early age in that school I was in, and I’d apply every one of them to any man who dared put his hands on you.”
She gave him a little half smile. “I guess I should have gotten an instructional manual on ways to torture and kill, just in case you go back on your word.”
“I can teach you anything you want to know. You don’t need books or videos on anything, Seychelle.”
Her gaze drifted over the angles and planes of his face for a long time. He let her look until she nodded.
“He’s got to have programmed more than one woman to vie to give you a blow job, Savage, and in the middle of it, or afterward, when you’re not thinking too clearly, she’s going to try to kill you.” Seychelle was certain. “I’m a little insecure in that department, so wherever you’re going, I hope you’re taking me with you.”
He didn’t look away from her. That was an impossibility with what he had to do for the club. “Baby …”
“Damn it, Savage.” She tried to pull her hand out from under his. At the same time, her legs, tucked under her, came down so she could stand, but he refused to release her.
“Stop it, Seychelle. You know I came here to work. The kind of work I do is not something I’m willing for you to see. So no, I’m not taking you with me. You’re going to stay right here at our campsite with several guards on you and wait for me to return. When I come back, most likely I’m going to need you. You’re going to know I haven’t been with another woman.”
“This is such bullshit. I hate this so much. I really do. I suppose all your brothers know what you’ll be doing. Lana, Alena, Lissa and Scarlet will know what you’ll be doing. Only I have to sit here by myself with guards around me, once again the outsider.”
“I’m getting information we need, and I won’t be polite about it,” he said quietly. “Since when don’t you trust me? Has Campbell really managed to mess with your mind to such an extent that you can’t trust me anymore?”
She frowned and pressed her hands over her ears. “I keep hearing laughter and seeing images in my head, Savage. It isn’t you. I told you, he got inside my head.”
“We’ll get him out. Before we do, I need to know if you think any of the other members really could be in danger as well,” he said, suddenly alarmed. He had been thinking in terms of the hit placed on him, not on the other club members being in danger. All of them were dominant men, and most had fairly dark fetishes they indulged in on the runs.