Motherfucker!

What if I’ve read this all wrong?

It didn’t escape my attention earlier that when Torrent was begging me for more time, that she slipped and called me Devil.

She didn’t call me Logan. She didn’t touch me, or talk to me like I was her man. She begged me, like a man she was afraid of and she called me…Devil.

I stomp down the hall, like a fucking idiot. I ought to go out there and have it out with that son of a bitch. When did I become this man? A man who lets his woman put his balls in a jar and call the fucking shots?

“Damn baby! I thought you were going to leave me out there all day. Come give me a hug.”

I listen to Wolf and I clench my hand in a fist to keep from killing the son of a bitch.

“Wolf! You’re home early,” Torrent says and I have to wonder if Wolf can hear the panic in her voice as well as I can. I take pleasure in knowing she doesn’t call the bastard by his name—only his road name. Then I remember that she called me Devil and the good feeling I was enjoying is gone.

“Couldn’t stay away from my girl any longer. Did you miss me, baby?” he asks.

Not for a minute, motherfucker. She was too busy begging for my dick.

“Of course I did. I was...well, I’ve been thinking about things and I was hoping we could talk.”

“I hope it has been good thoughts,” Wolf jokes.

Keep joking, you son of a bitch. I’ll make sure I give you all the details to really laugh it up.

“Well, I think it is. I’ve been thinking things over and I think I know what will make me happy.”

There’s a minute of silence and I have to wonder if the asshole is starting to get a clue. Maybe the fact Torrent is wearing my T-shirt has caught his eye by now. I doubt it has dawned on Torrent. She had her pajama shorts on under it, but you can clearly see she’s wearing a black T-shirt and it’s clearly a man’s too. In fact, it’s the same one I was wearing at Dodger’s wake. Will he notice? I hope to fuck the bastard does.

“I’ve only ever wanted your happiness, Torrent. You know that,” Wolf responds.

“I know, Wolf. I’ve always known that. Do you think we can have dinner together? I’d like to talk to you about some decisions I’ve made,” Torrent says and I grin.

I grin really fucking big.

“I have some shit to catch up on. But we could have dinner tonight if you want, or maybe tomorrow would be better?” Wolf responds, and yeah the asshole knows what time it is. He’s gone from anxious to have time with Torrent to putting her off.

“Tomorrow would be awesome!” Torrent is so relieved at having one more day before she has to tell Wolf, I doubt she even realizes the change in him. I do and I can almost feel his anger brewing.

I listen as Wolf talks with my woman and thankfully for him, he doesn’t try to kiss her. Just the same, I don’t breathe easy until the asshole leaves. I walk back into the kitchen and adjoining living room. Torrent is leaning against the closed front door, staring at me and looking really nervous.

I plant my feet apart and I have my arms crossed at my chest. Torrent and I are going to have this shit out right here and now.

It’s time Torrent sees the man I really am and she’s never calling me Devil, damn it. To Torrent I am Logan.

Spent the majority of my life being called Devil and right now I hate that fucking name and all because Torrent used it. Damn woman is driving me crazy.