Savage knew it wasn’t just Seychelle’s body. Her looks could definitely attract dozens of men, but she had a siren’s voice, one that could tempt the devil. She’d clearly drawn Brandon Campbell to her. And Joseph Arnold. Now was he going to have to contend with Trade from the Diamondbacks as well? That was always going to be the downside to her singing. When she used that voice of hers to sing her love songs, she could cast a spell without trying.
“She’s no angel,” Shari snapped.
The smile faded from Alena’s face. “Excuse me? Just who are you? I don’t think I was talking to you. How did you even get into the conversation?”
Shari jutted her hip out and stuck her hand on it. “I believe you interrupted me first. Little Miss Not-So-Innocent Man Stealer was talking to me when you rudely interrupted.”
Alena’s eyebrow shot up, and she turned to Seychelle. “You’re a man stealer? Whose man did you poach? Does Savage know?”
Seychelle laughed. Savage’s gut clenched. He was going to use a crop on her body for his enjoyment. Teach her to love it. His cock reacted. Hell. He was like some out-of-control teenager around the woman. When she laughed, those little golden notes floated in the air, light and airy, touching him in places he’d thought long dead, giving him a gift every time.
He forced his attention onto the departure of the Diamondbacks, making certain all of them really left, minus Brandon, who was still on the premises. He counted them and then handed them off to Mechanic and Transporter. The two were already in positions to make certain no one backtracked. Once the Diamondbacks were off the property and their Harleys were thundering down Highway 1, he broke the rifle down, put it in the case and started to descend from the roof.
Joseph Arnold was standing on the cement planter tucked back in the shrubbery with his cell out, obviously trying to get photographs of Seychelle. He clearly had the type of cell phone capable of taking night photos. He hadn’t approached Seychelle, but he wouldn’t stop with his obsessive need to connect with her in some way.
Savage slipped off the roof and into the back meeting room to secrete the case with his rifle where it was easy for him to get to if needed. The door was open to the outside, leaving just the screen when he walked down the hall. He caught sight of Sabelia in one room, curled up in a chair, an ice pack on her face, Preacher’s jacket over her. He kept walking. The sight of a woman’s bruised face sickened him. Triggered him. He was the kind of man who could easily hunt down and kill someone over that shit. And the man wouldn’t die easily. Better to stay out of it. Preacher was handling it.
“You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into with a man like Savage,” Shari’s voice cut through the night, making Savage wince. “Look at you.” She sounded sneering. Full of contempt. “He keeps coming back to me. He likes my mouth. Does he like yours?”
Savage cursed under his breath and slammed the flat of his hand against the screen, opening it. He’d lost Seychelle once because of this bitch; he wasn’t losing her a second time. She had total confidence in herself in most areas. In fact, she had no problem going her own way when she wanted to—she just smiled and nodded when he said no, and she did it anyway. But not when it came to him and their relationship. She was very hesitant and unsure of herself. They hadn’t gotten to lessons on oral sex. He knew her. She would be very self-conscious about that.
He walked up behind Alena and Seychelle, slung his arm around Seychelle’s neck and dropped a kiss on top of her head. “Let’s get out of here, babe. I’m wiped.” He felt her stiffen. Resisting. He bent his head, his teeth nipping her earlobe. “This is one of those times we talked about when you just come with me without arguing.” He whispered it, his lips against her ear.
Seychelle didn’t answer him, but she didn’t stop him when he slid his hand down her arm to shackle her wrist.
“You coming, Alena? You look tired, honey.”
“I think I’ll call it a night too,” Alena conceded.
“Run away, baby,” Shari hissed under her breath.
Savage had turned Seychelle around and they’d taken several steps toward the back door. She stiffened and started to turn back. He locked his arm around her.
“Keep walking.” He made it an order. “She’s done here. You won’t be seeing her again. I don’t know how she got in. I told them to keep her out.”
“She probably blew the doorman,” Alena said, laughing.