Page 227 of Savage Devotion


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I grabbed Anson’s beer bottle out of his hand and smacked it against the bar. It busted, leaving me with a nice weapon and a hand that smelled like his drink. I’d made a mess on the floor, but I didn’t give a damn.

“I will cut you, bitch,” I snarled. “I said get fucking lost.”

She stumbled away from me, calling me a lunatic as I glared after her. A few people watched with mild interest but returned to their drinks a moment later.

“We really need to work on your social skills,” Anson muttered, sighing.

“I think I did a great job. She’s gone, right?”

He shook his head. “You owe me seven bucks for that beer, Scott.”

“And you owe me some damn gratitude, you pretty fucker. You want your beer so bad, suck it off my fingers.”

He snorted. “Social skills, Scott. No one wants to suck your fingers.”

“Then suck my dick,” I said, following him as he walked back to our table.

“You wish,” he replied, laughing. “Suck your own dick, you fucking dweeb.”

I grinned.He called me a fucking dweeb.

I couldn’t be sure, but Ass Hat might be becoming my friend. At the very least, he made me laugh.

That meant something to me.

65

EVAN

“Hey,” I said, frowning as I opened my front door to find Enzo.

“Can we talk?” he asked.

I backed up so he could come in.

He took a seat on the couch a moment later as I sat across from him in a chair.

Klaus was out with Ryder, scoping out new houses, and I was here with Ellis. She was napping, and I decided to work out in the living room. I’d just gotten out of the shower when Enzo knocked.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

He definitely seemed upset and not his usual cool, collected self.

“I love Rosalie,” he said softly.

“I know you do.”

His dark eyes locked on mine. “Evan… I want her.”

I said nothing. I was aware he wanted to come back. It wasn’t exactly a secret.

“I… fuck, man.” He hung his head.

“What’s going on?” I asked, frowning at him.

He breathed out. “I can’t leave.”

I said nothing as I stared at him. I knew this would happen. Call me psychic or whatever, but I expected it. In fact, I’d braced myself for it. I’d been planning for it.