I take a pull of my beer and look at the chaos here. Demon, Diablo, and Lethal are usually at their home, but today they’re here since we’re having our wedding reception.
Yeah, right? Karla wanted to have our reception here because Autumn, Mama Bear, and my sisters are here, and she doesn’t have anyone to invite. We invited the Wicked Warriors MC,so the clubhouse is packed. Some of the Brothers and Wicked Warriors are outside in the pavilion.
I’m good with that.
Fiend is getting a house for Autumn since she wants to live away from the MC. Karla wants to stay here for a while. I think that she’s scared that her Dad will find her.
“Angel, do you want to get some food,” I ask, cupping her face.
She looks at me and smiles, wrapping her arms around my neck.
“Yes, I’m hungry,” She says.
I kiss her, holding her close, losing myself in my woman.
Then hell broke loose. What the hell is going on? The gunshots outside are intense, the yells loud. I slide off the stool and put Karla behind me. I take out my Glock and wait for the fuckers to enter the clubhouse.
Then the clubhouse door is kicked down, and several men dressed in all black enter the clubhouse, waving AR-15 rifles.
Son of bitch!
It’s fucking Castro, his sons, and Soldiers.
“What the fuck,” I yell.
“Karla, get over here! You’re going home, and I’m going to lock you up. How dare you escape and have me hunt you down! You’ve made me the laughingstock of the Cartel,” Castro yells, pointing his rifle at me.
“No! I’m staying here with my husband,” Karla yells, moving from behind me.
“Crazy puta! You’re saying that this dirty biker is your husband? That’s fucking bullshit! This cabrón is not your husband, and if he is, he won’t be any more,” Castro yells.
The Brothers who were outside in the pavilion walk into the clubhouse, surrounding Castro and his minions.
“Castro, calm the fuck down,” Demon yells, walking in from the back door with the Brothers and the Wicked Warriors MC.
“Fuck you! This is a family matter. Karla is my daughter, and she’s not going to stay with you motherfuckers,” Castro hisses.
His face fucking red, his eyes look around wildly, and he is bloodshot. He’s pissed off. Mario and Ruben stand at his side, flanking him. But they don’t look thrilled; they look at Karla.
“Dad, just leave me alone. I’m not returning to your house,” Karla yells, waving her hands.
“Not an option, and you will do as I say, before I start killing every filthy biker in this fucking clubhouse,” Castro yells.
“Dad, you’re the one that’s nothing but evil, filth. I hate you, and I will never go back to live in your house,” Karla yells, shaking her head.
Castro, Mario, and Ruben's cell phones beep. They look at each other with a surprised, pissed look.
“Castro, be a good boy and look at your cell phone. I promise that you will change your mind,” Demon says, in a low voice.
“What crazy game are you playing! I promise that you can’t do a damn thing to stop me from taking my daughter and fuck you up,” Castro yells, pulling out his cell.
Oh yeah, this is going to be fucking good.
I watch him closely as the color drains from his face, and he stares at the video. He replays it and replays it with shaking hands. He’s sweating and looks at Demon with wild, furious eyes. His face contorts in rage, and he yells.
“You fucking motherfucker bastardo, cabron,” Castro shouts.
“Ah, I love you too,” Demon says, smiling.
