Page 24 of Torrent’s Treasure

“How?” she wondered.

Torrent’s mouth turned up in the barest smirk. “Sally, don’t tell Dragon or Mav.”

“Why not?”

He stared at her. “Keep a secret?”

She nodded. Of course she could keep a secret.

“Snooty lady at the grocery store was mean to Sally. So I spread some gossip that the old biddy had crabs,” he confided with a rare glint of amusement.

Cecilia didn’t think anything could make her laugh, but big, bad biker Torrent spreading a rumor about someone who had hurt Sally’s feelings was so stinkin’ sweet.

She chuckled and nodded. “That was nice.”

Torrent nodded, sliding the enchiladas into the microwave to defrost.

“So Sally made you those as a thank you,” Cecilia surmised.

Torrent nodded. “My favorite, but Mav’s too.”

“Did Sally not want Dragon or Mav to know?” she asked.

Torrent nodded again. “Proportional.”

Cecilia stared at Torrent. What was he saying? Oh my gosh, she got it. “Are you saying what you did was a proportional response and Dragon’s wouldn’t have been proportional?”

Torrent nodded, transferring the defrosted enchiladas into the oven to finish heating up.

Torrent then took a seat across from her at the table.

“I think that makes you a good brother in the club. You helped out your President’s Ol’ Lady while protecting your President from doing something he might regret later,” Cecilia said.

Torrent and she sat there until the enchiladas were heated up. Torrent placed two on her plate and two on his.

“Dig in,” he instructed, motioning with his fork to her plate. She took a bite and then couldn’t stop eating them. They had just the right hint of spice and were so savory. She finished hers, wiped her mouth with her napkin, and drank her water. The last thing she wanted to do was have to explain what happened to Calliope again, but if it helped them figure it out, she would.

Chapter Eleven

Torrent stood near the truck, waiting on the delivery. He glanced at his phone again, checking the time.

“It’s not going to get here any faster by you checking the time. You’ve checked it five times in the last ten minutes. You’re never like this,” Cauldron muttered.

Torrent wasn’t one to share every little detail of his life like some of the brothers, but he didn’t see any way around this.

“Cecilia,” he admitted.

“I hate that I’m going to say this because I’m not the brother that cares about shit, but, oh fuck it, I have to ask. What about Cecilia?” Cauldron asked, lighting a cigarette, kicking back against the truck, and balancing on the front bumper.

Torrent stared into the night, wishing for the first time ever when he was doing club business that he was back at the clubhouse.

“Nightmares,” Torrent revealed.

Torrent could feel Cauldron’s eyes assessing him. “You good tonight? Do I need to get a replacement?” Cauldron questioned.

“Can do the job and worry. Not a moron,” Torrent grumbled at his brother. When the fuck ever had he not done the job?

“Just checking. I’m good with you having my back, but hell, I’ve never had a bitch to care about,” Cauldron said.