And then something unexpected happened. He pulled me close and just held me.
So simple, and yet something more than I would have expected from this guy. Did I mean more to him than he was letting on? Was he developing feelings—
His phone rang.
“Ignore it,” he said. “Probably Sonny or Spawn asking if we can throw an extra party next week.”
“You sure?”
Satan didn’t respond, only waving his hand dismissively. The call took a bit of time to end, but as soon as it did…
Well, whoever it was called back again.
“Motherfuck,” Satan growled. “Hold on. Hello?”
He pulled away from me and stood up. He looked mighty good in all his naked glory, perfectly proportional and muscular; even his finished cock still looked long and good.
But his face…
The face of satisfaction and bliss was fading. Something had happened. Something…bad.
“I’ll be there shortly.”
Satan hung up.
“You’re staying here; it’s safe.”
“But—”
“Your only way back is on my bike, and your car is at the clubhouse. Good chance it’s been damaged or could be worse.”
“Satan!”
“Trust me on this, Hailey. Clubhouse got attacked and could get attacked again. You don’t want to go back until daylight.”
I was more worried that Mr. Roberts would want me to get to the scene and then wonder why I wasn’t answering my phone. But what did I value more: my life or my job?
“OK,” I said, disappointed.
“Do not leave this house,” Satan said. “I will come to get you when it’s safe and take you back. You can feed yourself as you please. Just do not go to the room at the end of the hall. That is my only rule.”
And before I could ask any follow-up questions, Satan had grabbed his clothes and left the room, apparently in such a rush to leave that he chose to get dressed while walking down to his bike.
Satan
Spawn’s words on the phone had pulled me out of whatever sexual haze I had found myself in.
I almost didn’t believe it. I certainly didn’twantto believe it.
Someone—the King’s Men, definitely—had fired upon the clubhouse.
No one had gotten hurt. The attack had been the next step in the escalating ladder of threats from the King’s Men for us to join them, but it sure as shit wasn’t the final rung. It was all too easy to see them now moving to physical violence, shooting at and perhaps killing our prospects and club members.
None of it was forgivable, but there was a world of difference between leaving a bullet hole in our building and leaving a bullet hole in the skull of a Devil’s Patriot. One would lead to us posturing and warning. The other would lead to us driving straight up to Las Vegas and murdering every fucking King’s Men in sight.
Including King himself. I didn’t fucking care if I had to storm through a casino to reach him.
I got to my bike before I got my socks on. I just said fuck it, tossed them on the driveway, and put my biker boots on. As I pulled out of the driveway, in my peripheral vision, I could see Hailey cracking open the blinds to watch me leave. She’d given me some great fucking sex, and more than that, she’d made me start to…start to fuckingfeelfor her, but this was no time for that.
