All Chapters of Torin-Shattered: Way Down We Go (Part 1): Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Burdock's head snapped back at the blow, and his chair went sliding backwards. Hitting the askew edge of a throw rug, the chair tipped over, landing Burdock on the floor with a loud thud.With a string of curse words, he lifted himself off the floor, righted his chair, then turned so he was facing me. "Okay, I'll give you that one." He followed the declaration with, "You are one of the best Op's I have ever seen, and you are fucking killing yourself. You have become a problem for the other members, and you damn well know it. I had to do something, Torin. I was losing you!"**~Marlowe~**Two days had passed since my introduction to the members of Rook's club, and I was now trying to decide if I'd been dropped down Alice's rabbit hole, or picked up by Dorothy's tornado and carried to the land of OZ. The bar where I had been working, as well lived above, had caught fire while I'd been with Rook. The fire had been a threat against the Sons Of Morning Star from a rival gang, showing them

**~Satan/Torin~**THREE DAYS LATERI was drowning, and there wasn't a damn life preserver in sight! We'd been here at the new compound for three days—and I'd found myself practically tripping over my own goddamn feet to get out of a room every time Marlowe walked in. With her presence, came an itch I couldn't scratch, and it didn't help that it was just the two of us. The others would be here in a few days—a safety precaution in case anyone was following to keep them from being led to this compound. But damn if I didn't feel like a fucking dog following my bitch around to see if she was in heat! I mean, Jeeesus… I'd get that heavy feeling in my balls and my dick would get hard, wagging at me like it knew there was a goddamn treat right outside its denim doghouse.Shit, if this crap kept up, I was going to have to give him a real name…something mean, powerful…something like *Sampson* or *Goliath*, maybe even *Brutus*. *Hercules*? God knew I needed to find something, besides DownBoy.

Damn. Well, obviously we weren't under attack, but now I felt dirty. Jax always made me feel that way. There was just always something in his eyes when he looked at me that made me want to go wash. Glaring at Jax, I quipped sarcastically. "Sugar, your eyes couldn't handle the dazzle."As the words slipped past my lips, I felt a presence slide up behind me and knew exactly who it was."What you think, S? Gun and panties, or gun and nothin'?" Jax asked.Satan remained silent, but the others continued their banter. "What you bet? Will he say gun and panties or gun and nothin?" One asked.Another followed, his voice filled with laughter. "Oh, definitely gun and panties. S likes a little mystery, you know? To wonder, does she got a landing strip or bare muff?"Laughter filled the room, as another shouted, "I bet she allows them to ride a bare muff."Several more obscene guesses' ran the room before Satan sauntered around me. Coming to a stop in front of me, his eyes ran up and down the l

**~BURDOCK~**"Stupid mother fucker," I growled watching Torin. He was just making this worse. With a shake of my head, I stood and pushed away from the bar. Marlowe's heart knew who Torin was, her mind was still blinding her to it though. I could see it in her eyes, her trembling hands when she looked at him. Before long, she was going to put it together and it was all going to blow up in the dumb bastard's face. Pushing off the barstool, I stood and made my way from the bar as well, following Torin. He was in a mood, and I'd been witness to his moods before, usually once he exploded, only a wasteland remained.~~When I finally found Torin, he was in his room and glancing around at the destruction, I knew that we were in for a fight. He was spiraling out of control. I'd noticed he'd been limping earlier, so I put two and two together. Pills, whiskey, pain and anger did not mix, and I feared this time he might just go over that edge he'd been walking. With an about face, I went to

An hour later, the skirmish was over—for now at least. We were exhausted, bloody and a few less men, but they were down a hell of a lot more than we were. After they surrendered, we'd allowed them to gather their fallen, then escorted them out of our territory with a warning to never fucking show their faces in our area again. Afterward, I returned to the clubhouse, and Burdock met me at the door, stating, "We're moving in fifteen. Grab your gear. I'll brief you on the way."I hadn't even had the chance to ask about Marlowe before he was walking away. I was shifting from being involved in a biker skirmish, to a black bag operation in a matter of minutes, my mind still on Marlowe. I grabbed a hasty shower to wash the blood off, then slid into my usual apparel of a black t-shirt and pants, that I reserved for assignments. After twisting my hair into a long tail, I pulled it up and placed it back into its customary man-bun. Once finished, I slid my equipment bag over my shoulder and s