teeth, as she turned back to the biker sitting across from her. “I understand— sir .”
Savage nodded, pleased that she was promising to comply with his rules, even if it had been the senior who’d made Tori agree and not his tough guy persona. She had no idea the kind of rough and tough people they’d probably have to deal with this weekend in order to find Sorelli and he wasn’t going to be boxed in on how to handle them by her prim and proper morals.
“I’ll pick you up tomorrow morning at eight sharp.” He glanced out the window at his motorcycle, its shiny chrome gleaming bright under the hot, Vegas sunshine.
Tori’s eyes followed his and she frowned. “I’m not going on that thing. We’ll take my car.”
“No! We take my bike or the deal’s off. My world, my rules, remember?” Insolently, he crossed his muscled, tattooed arms across his chest and threw her a sharp look that dared her to argue with him again, a look that had made many a braver man cower.
But Tori wasn’t afraid of him. His superior, upper-handed attitude had lit a fuse of indignation inside her and she was fuming mad. But Nana was right. She needed him—she needed his talents, she needed his knowledge and she needed his big, strong muscles, especially his big, strong muscles; and if she didn’t want him getting up right now and walking off, she’d have to bite her tongue.
She nodded. “All right. Your world, your rules.”
A broad grin split his face and he nodded his approval at her acquiescence. “Okay, Snow White, I’m glad you decided to take my advice and shut the fuck up.” He laughed, a slow, sexy smile replacing the previous grin.
His powerful body suddenly relaxed with careless charm and for one split second, she actually thought how wildly handsome he looked. But no matter how fiendishly good-looking the bastard was, she would never never never forget who he was—Evil—and where he had come from—Hell. That was a promise she was making to herself right here and now, and keeping. And may God forgive her for having just made a deal with the Devil himself.
She turned to Nana beside her who was already counting out the money. The older woman pushed the stack of bills at Savage.
“Fifteen hundred upfront, Mr. Savage and you get the rest, $1000 at the end of the three days. Tori and I are staying at the Jubilee Hotel and Casino on the Strip. I’ll give you our cell numbers too.” She scribbled the numbers on a paper napkin.
Tori watched as his avaricious regard glued itself to the cash and he picked up the bills.
“Thank you, ma’am.” He proceeded to count the stash in front of them, as if they were actually going to cheat him in the amount. Finishing, he smiled. “Ladies, it’s a pleasure doing business with you.”
“How do we know you’ll show up tomorrow? Maybe you’ll just keep the cash and skip out on us,” Tori challenged, not trusting the thug as far as she could throw him, which, looking over his large size, was nowhere.
Savage pocketed the greenbacks and the napkin with their phone numbers and grinned. “You don’t. You’ll just have to wait outside your hotel tomorrow morning and see if I decide to show up.”
“You’d better be there, mister!”
Savage chuckled half to himself at her bravado. A slip-of-a-girl trying to push a Son of Perdition biker around—it was just too comical to consider, even if she was just about the most beautiful thing he’d seen in a long while. In fact, he’d forgotten what normal women looked like and sounded like and smelled like but this one was reminding him in spades.
“Or what? You’ll come looking for me? Don’t make me laugh,” he teased, while at the same time admiring her courage.
Tori knew he was making fun of her and the thought infuriated her even more. “You think you know everything, don’t you?”
“In this town I do.”
“Well, don’t underestimate me, Mr. Savage, just because I’m smaller than you. Have you ever tried
Savage nodded, pleased that she was promising to comply with his rules, even if it had been the senior who’d made Tori agree and not his tough guy persona. She had no idea the kind of rough and tough people they’d probably have to deal with this weekend in order to find Sorelli and he wasn’t going to be boxed in on how to handle them by her prim and proper morals.
“I’ll pick you up tomorrow morning at eight sharp.” He glanced out the window at his motorcycle, its shiny chrome gleaming bright under the hot, Vegas sunshine.
Tori’s eyes followed his and she frowned. “I’m not going on that thing. We’ll take my car.”
“No! We take my bike or the deal’s off. My world, my rules, remember?” Insolently, he crossed his muscled, tattooed arms across his chest and threw her a sharp look that dared her to argue with him again, a look that had made many a braver man cower.
But Tori wasn’t afraid of him. His superior, upper-handed attitude had lit a fuse of indignation inside her and she was fuming mad. But Nana was right. She needed him—she needed his talents, she needed his knowledge and she needed his big, strong muscles, especially his big, strong muscles; and if she didn’t want him getting up right now and walking off, she’d have to bite her tongue.
She nodded. “All right. Your world, your rules.”
A broad grin split his face and he nodded his approval at her acquiescence. “Okay, Snow White, I’m glad you decided to take my advice and shut the fuck up.” He laughed, a slow, sexy smile replacing the previous grin.
His powerful body suddenly relaxed with careless charm and for one split second, she actually thought how wildly handsome he looked. But no matter how fiendishly good-looking the bastard was, she would never never never forget who he was—Evil—and where he had come from—Hell. That was a promise she was making to herself right here and now, and keeping. And may God forgive her for having just made a deal with the Devil himself.
She turned to Nana beside her who was already counting out the money. The older woman pushed the stack of bills at Savage.
“Fifteen hundred upfront, Mr. Savage and you get the rest, $1000 at the end of the three days. Tori and I are staying at the Jubilee Hotel and Casino on the Strip. I’ll give you our cell numbers too.” She scribbled the numbers on a paper napkin.
Tori watched as his avaricious regard glued itself to the cash and he picked up the bills.
“Thank you, ma’am.” He proceeded to count the stash in front of them, as if they were actually going to cheat him in the amount. Finishing, he smiled. “Ladies, it’s a pleasure doing business with you.”
“How do we know you’ll show up tomorrow? Maybe you’ll just keep the cash and skip out on us,” Tori challenged, not trusting the thug as far as she could throw him, which, looking over his large size, was nowhere.
Savage pocketed the greenbacks and the napkin with their phone numbers and grinned. “You don’t. You’ll just have to wait outside your hotel tomorrow morning and see if I decide to show up.”
“You’d better be there, mister!”
Savage chuckled half to himself at her bravado. A slip-of-a-girl trying to push a Son of Perdition biker around—it was just too comical to consider, even if she was just about the most beautiful thing he’d seen in a long while. In fact, he’d forgotten what normal women looked like and sounded like and smelled like but this one was reminding him in spades.
“Or what? You’ll come looking for me? Don’t make me laugh,” he teased, while at the same time admiring her courage.
Tori knew he was making fun of her and the thought infuriated her even more. “You think you know everything, don’t you?”
“In this town I do.”
“Well, don’t underestimate me, Mr. Savage, just because I’m smaller than you. Have you ever tried
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