Burned (Devil's Blaze MC, #2)(30)

“Maybe. There sure is something going on. You better watch your f*cking back.”

“Will do. You do the same.”

“Always. Later, bro,” Sabre says, starting up his bike.

He and Latch wave as I turn back around to look at the motel room where Katie is. It shouldn’t make me f*cking happy that I’m alone with her for a few days.

But it does.





He’s watching me like a damn hawk, but so far he hasn’t handcuffed me again. So there’s that, at least.

I’ve been trying to be on my best behavior while being an ass to him so I don’t rouse his suspicions. We’ve been driving all day and we’re just now in Oklahoma. I was worried when he started driving, afraid he had somehow found out that Bethie was here, but he’s too relaxed and laidback. Still, if I could get away from him now, it would be perfect.

We pull into a truck stop diner. I have a look around, secretly jumping up and down. These are my people. I can totally use that to my advantage. It’s a giant gas and shower station with big rigs parked everywhere in the back, and there’s a diner stowed away behind the main store. The trick here will be to get away. It won’t be easy. He may not be chaining me to him for now, but he’s not taking his eyes off of me either. I need to play it smart.

“Gee, Torch. You think you could spring for a steakhouse or something?” I complain.

“They have steak,” he defends, shutting off my jeep.

“There was a steakhouse down the road that looked great. I bet they even show you to your seats and bring you peanuts.”

“Poor Katie, having to rough it with the regular folk. Sorry, sweetness. We’ll eat here and you’ll enjoy it. Besides, it’s barely noon. I want breakfast.”

“Whatever.”

“Just be on your best behavior. If I have to, I’ll put you back in cuffs. Don’t test me.”

“Yes sir, master.”

“Damn, I think I’d like that. Tell me, Katie, would you be a good little slave or would I need to punish you?”

“If ‘good’ means biting your dick off and leaving you in a pool of blood, sure,” I return. I could almost grin at the way he rubs his cock.

“You’re a vicious woman, sweetness.”

He really has no idea. He’s not prepared for the thoughts running through my head. I’d hate to do it, really, but I’m desperate. I’ll feel bad for him after it’s done. First, I’m going to eat. Fucker took all my stuff and I can’t get it from the back of the jeep when I make my break. If I did that, he’d catch me again. No. Whatever I do, I have to do f*cking quick. I’m going to eat because who the hell knows when I’ll get food again. Probably not until I meet up with Bethie, and that could be a while. I really am surprised that he’s leaving me out of the handcuffs. But then, he has no idea I’ve made a living out of escaping from men who have held me prisoner. He’s pretty, but it’s sad; he might not be as smart as I’d given him credit for. Maybe all his brains are in his massive dick. My insides quiver at the thought of his cock. I’d never tell him because he’s an ass and, on top of that, his ego can’t take much more inflating. The truth is, I wanted to throw myself at him last night. Even now as I plan my escape, I’m dying to be with him just one last time. He’s so damn addictive. I wanted to scream when he talked about finding my replacement tonight. Fuck him. That, right there, is why I never needed a man. I will not fall into the same rabbit hole that my sister did. I can see just how well that worked out for her.

We sit down at one of the booths. A waitress comes by, instantly flirting with Torch. Like his ego needs that boost. He’s eating it up like a kid diving into the birthday cake. I hide behind the menu and roll my eyes. He keeps looking at me, so I know he’s trying to see if it bothers me. Why should it bother me that some woman’s flirting with him like a bitch in heat? I mean, could she get any more obvious?

“Looks like you’ve found my replacement for the night,” I tell him when she leaves after taking our order. I busy myself with arranging my silverware and putting the laminated menu back in the holder, refusing to look at him.

“Jealous, sweetness? All you have to do is say the word.”

“What word would that be? Male whore? Oh wait, that’s two words.”

He leans into the table. I can’t stop my eyes from locking onto his green ones. He really is like a giant man-child and I would love to get caught up in this happy enthusiasm that he has bundled up inside of him. I think it’s what drew me to him in the first place.

“I didn’t see you complaining about me when you were opening your legs and begging me inside,” he says, and his voice changes. He’s not happy-go-lucky right now, not even a little bit. Now, he’s pissed. His eyes sparkle, but there’s anger in them.

Gee. Did I hit a sore spot? He can go f*ck himself if he thinks I’ll apologize. I shrug. That’s the only response he gets. I ignore the part of me that wants to apologize and laugh again. That part is what got me in this mess. I need to get back to Beth, not get caught up trying to… shit, I’m not even sure what I’d be trying to do. Torch was a one-night stand. A bad decision. A really bad decision, that’s all he is and all he will ever be.

My mind’s made up. We finish eating our meal in silence.