Free Sin & Savage by Anna Mara Page A

but not when it comes to money. Remember to always keep your wits about you.”
    “He won’t get the best of me, Nana, don’t worry.”
    “I know, sweetheart, I have every confidence in you. And one more thing…” She reached around her neck and took off her gold crucifix and put it around her granddaughter’s neck. “Wear this and it’ll protect you. No matter what happens, the blood of Jesus will see you through. Always remember that.”
    Tori hugged her grandmother. “I love you, Nana.”
    “Me too, child,” she whispered, as she hugged Tori back even tighter.

Chapter 12
    Thursday – 8:26 p.m.
    Delilah’s Bar
    Savage stood in front of Snake’s makeshift desk in the back office of the bar. His strong, lean body made up of pure, solid muscle, filled the dank room with a sense of power, like that of a jungle cat that could tear an arm off with one swat; and his massive tattooed biceps flexed hard as his arms tucked across his chest.
    Snake, the leader of the biker club and owner of the bar, sat behind the small table, slouching back in his chair, looking up at him. His bald head shone bright underneath the naked light bulb hanging over the room. The green snake tattoo which encircled his right arm from wrist to shoulder seemed to give off a fluorescent glow that added to the room’s evil atmosphere.
    His second-in-command, Rocker, sat in another chair beside him, his small beady eyes glommed onto the younger member standing in front of them.
    Savage grinned. “It was just like you said. They want me to help the girl find Joe Sorelli.”
    Snake sneered, feeling proud that he’d been right. “What did you tell them?”
    “That I’d do it, just like you asked me to.”
    “Good. What are they paying you?”
    “A thousand bucks for the weekend,” Savage lied effortlessly.
    Rocker laughed, interrupting the conversation. “Dude, you should have asked for more.”
    Snake’s head whipped around and glowered at the smaller man. “Did I fucking ask for your two-bit, shitty opinion, asshole?”
    Rocker lowered his snake-like, unblinking eyes, but not before throwing Savage a scowl. It was clear he was jealous of the younger man. “Sorry,” he mumbled to his boss.
    Snake continued to scowl at him. “In fact, I want you to get the fuck out of my office. I need to speak to Savage alone.”
    Rocker stalled. “I think I should stay and be a part of this.”
    “Did I ask you what you thought? No! So, get the fuck out. Now!”
    Rocker slid out of the chair and stood up. He made his way to the door but not before shooting Savage another look of pure evil.
    As the door shut behind him, Savage turned back to his boss. “What are my instructions for the weekend?”
    “I want you to stick to the girl like glue. Use her to find Sorelli.”
    “And when I do?”
    “Kill him. He owes me money and he won’t pay.”
    “Why kill him? I can break a few bones and put him in the hospital. You’ll get your money soon enough. You know that’s my specialty.”
    Snake nodded. “You’re my top earner and you bring in a lot of money for this club, but I want an example made of Sorelli. I want him dead, no questions asked. Can you do it?”
    Savage smirked. “You know I can.”
    Snake laughed. The sound he made was almost like a rattlesnake’s hiss. “Yeah, I know you can.” He shot the younger man a look of admiration. It was obvious that even though he was the boss, he respected Savage’s brutal abilities.
    Savage didn’t join in with the laughter, his expression remaining cold and all business. “And the girl and her grandmother? What do you want me to do with them once I find Sorelli?”
    “Kill them both and make their bodies disappear, what else? I don’t want any loose ends coming back to bite our asses.”
    Savage nodded. “Okay, but before I do, I can have some—fun with the girl, right?”
    Snake let out another peel of laughter. “Have all the fun you want, dude, I don’t give a fuck, but don’t let