“Why? He’s wanted you forever, he just fought it. Just like your dad’s going to fight Demon when he finds out.”
“I should go.” The thought of the two men I loved most beating each other up made me sick to my stomach. Demon warned me that he was going to tell my dad, and he was expecting him to hit him. Demon also promised he wouldn’t fight back.
What a disaster.
“Go to Demon. I’m glad you broke it off with Blake. The best thing to do is be honest and tell Demon what you’re thinking. Don’t let something silly get between you.”
“Thanks mom.” I kissed her goodbye, eager to get back to Demon to see the damage my dad had done to him.
Three blocks away I noticed the motorcycles following me. I was startled seeing them behind me. Not knowing how long they’d been there. When I’d first saw them, I assumed Demon had sent them to guard me. Something I wouldn’t put past him. But I hadn’t recognized any of the bikes, and five seemed excessive, even for Demon. I reached in my center console and pulled out the gun my dad had given me on my thirteenth birthday.
The motorcycle leading the crew zoomed in front of me hitting his brakes. The rest surrounded me, pushing me to the side of the road.
I put my car in park, careful to hide the gun at my side. The leader got off his bike, taking his helmet off as he did.
Big mistake.
I recognized him as one of the older prospects in Hell’s Army. I think his name was Don, or Donald, something stupid like that. He was the one Demon bitched about, and I’m pretty sure he said he was going to kick him out soon. Looked like that happened, and he was taking it out on me.
Dumbass.
He tapped my window with a huge knife. I made my eyes go wide as if he was intimidating me with his weapon. He was going to learn very soon that you don’t threaten someone with a knife when they have a gun. I’d keep that a secret for now.
“Get out of the car. We want to have a chat with you.” Dumbass said. His face was bruised, and I had a feeling I knew who gave him those beautiful black eyes.
The others were off their bikes and stood behind him. I was even more shocked when I saw Loni smirking at me.
It seemed all of Demon’s rejects were banned together, and I was their target.
I got out of the car tucking the gun in the back of my jeans.
“Donald, don’t cut her just yet.” Loni put her hand on his shoulder. I didn’t think it was for my benefit that she stopped him.
“Oh, I’m not going to cut her. I just want to talk to her.”
“Then talk,” I said, leaning against my car looking bored.
Donald’s hand whipped out, slapping me across the face before I could even register what happened. My head snapped to the side, my teeth cutting the side of my cheek. Loni giggled in glee. She clapped her hands together, with a knife clenched in one.
“I suggest you don’t do that again.” I spat blood on his shoes, reaching behind me to grip my gun no longer in the mood to play, ready for the next one to move.
“Don’t tell me what the fuck to do.” Donald waved his knife in my face. The other four closed in around him. “I’m the one giving orders. I want you to go home and tell your man.”
“Demon isn’t her man,” Loni said, her leathery face going red.
“Oh, he’s her man. I saw them face fucking each other this morning.”
Ahh, so our secret was out of the bag. I wonder how many other people Donald told. “He’s my man, and you’re stupid for fucking with Demon’s property. He’s going to kill you, and I’m going to ask him to make you suffer.”
Donald drew his hand back to hit me again, but I was done with that shit. I pulled out my gun not having much room to point it at him, but making it almost point blank against his chest.
“I told you not to do that again. Now you’re going to back the fuck up and tell me what you want to say, then get the hell out of here.”
Loni’s face turned even redder, and she pointed her knife at me. “He’s not yours.”
“He’s mine. He always was, and he was never yours.”
Loni screamed, throwing the knife at me. It grazed my arm, white hot heat burned where the razor-sharp blade slid through my skin, but I didn’t falter. I walked up to her slowly, making sure nobody moved.
