Page 19 of Savage Grace

Theo nodded once, turning on his heel and only glancing at me for a second before heading out of the room. But that one glance had a vibe behind it that I wasn’t sure how to feel about.

He closed the door softly behind him.

“Don’t even think about it,” he pointed a finger at me.

I pursed my lips to stop myself from smirking.

“Zarina,” he said sternly.

“Oh, shut up Toni, I’m just fucking with you.” I rolled my eyes. “I won’t. I don’t trust the vibe of that guy anyway.”

He frowned. “Why?”

“He’s attracted to me,” I shrugged.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Zar.”

Toni ripped a hand through his hair like I was driving him insane. Which was probably a little true, but I was sure that he had bigger problems in his life than little old me. He had always been a bit of a drama queen.

“What?” I snapped. “I can tell. And men who vibe with me are generally not the great kind. Obviously, or I wouldn’t be standing here with you right now. And I’m telling you now, my intuition is giving me more warning signals about that dude than it did with Ashe. So maybe I’m not the only one who needs to think about who they let into their life.”

He rolled his eyes.

“He’s still one of my men, Zar. Leave him to do his job.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“I mean it.”

“Anything else, Don Antoni?” I feigned a curtsey.

“Yes, one more thing.”

I raised an eyebrow.

“You stay away from Henny and anyone else from the Redline Angels.”

“Thank you, Captain Obvious,” I lazily saluted him before turning on my heel and letting myself out of the stock room.

Theo and Larissa were standing there chatting, and I could see from the look on Larissa’s face that she was going to enjoy having him here.

I, on the other hand, pursed my lips at him as his eyes turned to me, hoping to convey that I was on to him.

Of course, I had no solid proof that he was either up to something or that we had any reason not to trust him, but my internal alarm bells were going off about the guy.

Then again, it was hard to judge if he was a bad guy because hefit inwith The Family, or if he was a bad guy because he was athreatto The Family.

It was often a hard thing to place, as the line was so thin. But I knew that my intuition very rarely led me astray…

Well, of course, except for the last man I went home with.

6

ASHE

Shag gota right fucking kick out of our morning.

If it wasn’t for the bandana he wore around his face while riding, I would’ve had to watch the bastard laugh until we got back to the clubhouse.

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