Bender stalked closer to me. I could feel the heat coming off his skin. “You have no clue what you are fucking talking about Aria. Just stay the hell out of this.”
I snarled. “Fine. Nadia?”
“Yeah?”
“It’s time for us to serve lunch. The pies are ready.”
People clamored for the food and while the cops showed up. Several of the Steel Scorpions were questioned about what happened, and the food service was almost finished by the time the cops pulled me aside for questioning. I told them honestly what had happened and had the Steel Scorpions not have shot back, my sister and I would have been dead. I left out the part about how I thought that this probably would have never had happened if the Steel Scorpions weren’t here in the first place.
Eventually the cops left and the club stayed to help us out, and the second everyone was fed, Fangs rounded the guys up and they all left. I helped the rest of the volunteers unpack all of the food boxes, filling the three pantries to the brim and then some. In any other world, I would’ve been fully and completely impressed.
But with everything that had happened just that morning, I was so fucking fed up with their bullshit that I almost couldn’t stomach it.
“You have to let it go. They’re the sole reason why this place operates as well as it does,” Nadia said.
She squeezed my shoulder, but I shrugged off her touch. “They’re going to get someone killed. Someone in this shelter, who seeks it out for comfort and reassurance and basic needs like food and water. They’re going to get these people killed.”
“Did Dad get anyone killed?”
I rolled my eyes. “Dad was different.”
“Are you sure about that?”
I peered over at her. “Normal people don’t get shot at like that.”
“They aren’t normal people, and neither was Dad.”
I closed my eyes. “Can you stop bringing him up?”
“Why? Because it doesn’t fit the narrative happening in your head? What happened to you being completely unbiased?”
“Yeah well, unbiasness only has a place in journalism. And if you don’t remember, I got fired.”
Her hand slid down my arm until it held my own. “You at least know they’re telling the truth, right? Those guys? I took a peek outside and got this picture with my phone.”
My eyes widened. “You what? Let me see.”
Nadia pulled out her cell phone and showed me the picture she snapped and, sure enough, the men that had pulled up on the shelter wore red leather vests. There was a logo emblazoned onto the back of it, and it sort of looked like a demon with a lightning bolts around it.
“What’s that figure standing behind that bolt of lightning?” I asked.
Nadia snickered. “It’s the devil. See the horns?”
I felt weak in my knees. “Google that image. See if anything pops up.”
I stood over her shoulder and watched her plug in all sorts of things into the search engine. And once she Googled “lightning bolt devil red leather vest,” all sorts of articles about the Devil’s Rage motorcycle club popped up.
Holy shit, he was telling the truth.
“I have to go,” I said mindlessly.
“Wait, wait, wait,” Nadia said as she yanked my arm. “Where are you going?”
I pulled away from her. “I just have to do something. I love you. I’ll call you soon!”
And as I raced out of the shelter toward my car, I set my sights on my next project.
I’m sure those devil assholes have a clubhouse around here as well.
