Diablo- Savage Souls MC

Healing

Alex

It's been three weeks in Lillington. I finally feel like I have a routine. Although I would eventually go back to nursing, working at the diner 4 days a week has kept me busy and a roof over my head. The tiny studio apartment Margie rented to me was more than I could ask for. It felt more of a home than Cal and Is condo in New York ever did.

Diablo had slowly gotten information out of me. Mostly of what transpired with the abuse. It felt good talking about it, but every time I did, Diablos' anger was clear. He would have to step out and cool off. The one thing I couldn't outright tell him was Cal's name. With how pissed Diablo and the other MC members were, I was certain Cal would disappear. Unfortunately for Cal, Whiz, the club's IT guy, got all of his information easily. I begged Diablo not to do anything. I just wanted to get my divorce and move on. But it wasn't going to be easy.

So far, Cal was refusing to sign divorce papers. I would have to face him in court to get it done and I was not ready to face him yet. I felt safe for the most part. Whenever I went out I had a prospect tailing me. Sometimes it was annoying, but I know why Diablo insisted on it.

Diablo

Finally having that fu*kers information made my day. I had one of the sister MC in New York keeping and eye on him. He had traveled to a few small towns littered around NYC, I'm guessing looking for my little deer. It took everything in me to not drive up there and put a bu*let in his brain. Hatchet had made me promise I would wait until we had a solid plan. If he would just sign the God da*n divorce papers and leave her alone, he might live.

It took everything in me to not rip her clothes off. Every time I was around her. My little deer with her big doe eyes. She finally started wearing fitting clothes once her beautiful skin healed. Her body was banging. I have never wanted to grab a chick and devour her more than I did with Alex. I don't know what the hel* happened to me. I didn't want this.

I couldn't. Women break hearts. They just want an MC kut. But that wasn't Alex. She didn't care about becoming an old lady.

He*l we hadn't even touched each other, yet. Something about her made me want to drop my guard. I invited her to a club party this weekend. I was going to see how she handled the club. She agreed if I promised to not leave her alone. I understood. This was a whole other fu*king world for her. But maybe she was meant for it.