“What are you doing, Logan?”

“Kissing my pregnant wife’s belly?” he grins, looking up at me.

“There sure is enough of it to kiss. Logan Junior is making his mommy as big as the side of a house.”

“Bullshit. You look beautiful. I can’t believe how lucky I am,” I argue and fuck if that isn’t the truth. I always knew what I felt for Torrent was special, but every day it gets better and better.

“Easy for you to say. I’m barely four months and I already look like I’m carrying twins.”

“Maybe the sonogram was wrong,” I joke and the quick look of panic on Torrent’s face makes me laugh.

“No way, mister! I can only handle one Devil boy at a time.”

“At a time, so you are saying there will be more?” I ask her, kissing her belly again.

“Hopefully, though I would like a little girl in there somewhere,” she says, her voice soft.

“I can work with that,” I tell her.

I let my scarred hand slide over the soft swell of her stomach with amazement. A feeling of complete contentment fills me. I’m happy. That’s something that has never been in question since the moment that Torrent told me she was pregnant. I still have a lot of healing to do, and I won’t exactly ever be pleasant to look at to some people, but Torrent doesn’t mind. She loves me and every day she proves that more and more. She’s all that matters. The rest of the world can kiss my ass. I’ll keep fighting and I will heal and I’ll do it because I have the world and when a man gets that kind of gift, he doesn’t let it go.

I let my hand drift up Torrent’s stomach to squeeze her breast. Her tits are so much fuller now. It feels like every day there are new changes to her body. Changes I love, memorize and inspect every chance I get.

I love Torrent being pregnant.

“Logan,” she whimpers, her hips pushing upward.

That’s another change. Torrent is horny as hell… all the time.

“My Angel need some lovin’?” I ask her, letting my thumb brush against her nipple.

“Please,” she whimpers.

I move so I can settle beside her. My lips seek out the side of her neck, kissing her pulse point and sucking the tender skin between my teeth. She tilts her head to give me better access and my hand drifts under the covers to seek that sweet heat between her legs.

“You’re so wet for me, Torrent,” I groan as my fingers slide between her lips, finding her ready and hungry for me. The wetness of her depths and the heat rolling off of her makes me groan. What man could worry about the future when their woman is always so damn receptive? Most days she makes me feel like I could conquer the world.

“Touch me, Logan. God please, touch me,” she begs, so hungry her voice makes my cock ache.

I slide two fingers inside her and they move easily through the drenched valley. Her muscles clench against them, making me imagine how great my cock is going to feel soon. I move my thumb to seek out her clit and right as I’m about to torture it… the phone rings.

“Fuck,” I growl. “We’ll ignore it,” I tell her over top of her pained whimper.

“You can’t. It’s the private phone,” she whimpers.

Fuck, she’s right. A month ago, Crusher had all the ranking members of the club to get burner phones. He thought it would be added protection. We only use it to discuss Diesel. In almost nine months, there’s been no word from Diesel and no sign of him, Ryan or that damn Wolf. King has gone into hiding too and with the Koreans backing him, we might never find him.

“I’ll be quick,” I promise Torrent. I flop over on my back and reach for the phone off the nightstand.

“This better be good,” I growl into the phone.

“It’s all bad, Devil,” Crusher responds.

Fuck.

I sit up in bed, instantly alert.

“What’s going on?”

“Got a call tonight from a woman named Rori McDaniel.”

“So?”

“She claims that her boyfriend asked her to call me. Seems he was a victim of a mugging last week and has been in a coma. He came out of it and wanted her to contact me.”

“I’m not understanding, brother.”

“Her boyfriend’s name is Westin Cross.”

“Son of a bitch.”

“It’s Diesel, brother. He’s in the hospital in stable condition in ICU.”

“What about Ryan?”

“There’s no sign of him,” Crusher says, his voice thick with emotion.

“Motherfucker. Where’s he at?”

“You won’t believe this shit. He’s in Whitefish, Montana.”

“Montana?”

“Yeah, calling you tonight because I’m heading out in the morning with some others to find out what’s going on. I’m going to need you to take over here.”

“Bullshit. I’m coming with you,” I argue.

“Brother, you’re needed here. You’re my second in charge and I need someone I can trust here. Hell, Devil, there’s a chance Wolf will rear his ugly fucking head. Plus… man, you don’t want to be on the road with your woman carrying a baby.”

I rub the back of my neck, wanting to argue with him, but Torrent comes up beside me, holding me… comforting me. She doesn’t know what’s going on, she can’t because she’s getting bits and pieces of the conversation, but she’s reading my mood and she’s here for me…like she always is.

God I love this woman.

“I want updates the minute they’re learned.”

“You know you’ll have them. I’ll leave Gunner with you and Fury will head out with me. Dragon is sending Dance and Freak with me too and I’ll take along a few prospects.”

“Keep an eye on your backs,” I tell him, needlessly.

“Always, Devil. Talk to you soon,” Crusher says, hanging up before I can respond.

I close the phone and stare at it.

“Devil?”

“We’ve found Diesel.”

“Thank God! I—”

“It’s not good, Angel. He’s in the hospital in ICU and Ryan…”

“Oh no,” she whispers, knowing what I’m going to say before I say it.

“Ryan’s missing,” I tell her and she falls into my arms, crying. I’ve told her and told her that she shouldn’t blame herself, but she still does. Torrent feels things deeply, and even more so since she’s been pregnant.

I run my fingers through her hair, brushing it gently.

“It’s okay, Angel. We’ll find him. We’ll find Ryan and bring Diesel home. I promise you. We’ll find him,” I tell her and I mean every word.

No one fucks with the Savage clan. That’s a lesson Wolf and this King son of a bitch are about to learn the hard way.