“Loni.” I stepped forward, but one of the officers held me back.
“She’s not worth blowing this.”
“She stabbed Angel.”
“I didn’t stab her,” Loni screeched. “I threw my knife, and she was in the way.”
“Shut the fuck up,” Raptor hissed at her, but she was not being silenced.
“We were just talking to her. She blew it out of proportion. She wanted to get your attention. She’s a drama queen. She always has been, even when she was a little girl. Always trying to get your attention.”
“I would stop talking if I were you.” Satan stepped next to me, his jaw tight under his beard. “My daughter isn’t here to defend herself, but I’ll be damned if I let some biker skank talk shit about her.”
“She’s a dumb bitch who took my man away. She’s not even legal.”
Officer John cleared his throat next to me. Satan growled, I was the one holding him back now.
“She’s twenty-three,” I answered the unasked question. “Satan’s her father.”
“And you said you struck her with a knife?” Officer Robert asked, walking over to her taking out his handcuffs.
“I didn’t strike her. I threw my knife.” Loni stamped her foot on the ground. And let out a howl of frustration when he handcuffed her while reading her rights.
The rest of the guys were on the ground, zip-ties holding their arms behind them. The ones that hadn’t come too yet still littered the asphalt. A police van showed up, and they started loading them up.
“Demon, we’re going to need you to come to the station to make this as legal as we possibly can,” Officer John said when the last of Raptor’s crew had been loaded up.
“Can I come over tomorrow?” I nodded toward my jean leg covered in blood.
“Did you get stabbed?”
I snorted. “I did, but not tonight. Angel’s going to be pissed she has to clean me up again.” The thought of Angel made my jaw clench. If John or Robert hadn’t been around when Loni showed up, I wasn’t sure what I would’ve done to her.
“No, problem. All of you go get cleaned up, and stay low tonight.”
My guys got on their bikes and rode off, all of them satisfied with how everything turned out, and ready to drink their wounds away.
“I’m going to bring Angel down tomorrow too. She’ll be pressing charges against Loni.”
Satan nodded next to me, the only one left from our crew. “You’re lucky you were here when she made her confession,” Satan said, staring at the car Loni was still in.
“I figured as much. It was nice doing business with you gentlemen.” The officers left, with the van following them.
“See I told you that had nothing to do with this whole Raptor nonsense, and everything to do with your dick,” Satan said when we were alone.
I snorted, cracking my neck from side to side. “I wanted to kill her. I’ve never put my hands on a woman, but tonight I wanted to wrap my hands around her neck, hearing her say she hurt Angel.”
“You and me both. I’ll let you in on a little secret though, the Morningstar women are strong. Did you see the gash on her face? I’ll bet you that was all Angel. Hell, look at what Annette went through, she went through it like a fucking champ. She’s strong enough, Demon. I’m not going to say don’t worry about her, because I’d just be wasting my breath, but she’s strong enough to handle this shit.”
“I fucking hope so because I’m not letting her go. Which scares the hell out of me. She’s a target now.”
Satan stroked his beard. “She is, but she’ll know how to handle it. Also, with you turning the club around the threats won’t be like they used to. Just take it day by day, and don’t let her catch you with another woman.”
I winced. “I can barely handle her. There’s no way I’m stupid enough to attempt another one. She’s it for me.”
“Well let’s get back to her. She’s probably pacing the floor, ready to find us.”
He patted my shoulder before getting on his bike. I climbed on my bike, babying my bloody leg. She was going to be pissed.
Angel was the first one I looked for when I went through the club doors. At first, I couldn’t find her, and my anxiety went up. Did she do something stupid, like try to find me? But then I heard her laugh and relaxed.
Angel had her hair wrapped in a bandana. She had just come from the back of the bar holding up a bowl with water in it. That’s when I noticed the whole club was set up as a makeshift trauma center. My girl was fixing up my guys.
I chuckled when I noticed she had recruited some of the biker skanks to help her. Her eyes found mine at the sound. She sat the bowl down instructing one of the girls on what to do with it. As she walked toward me, she assessed me, frowning when she got to my bloodied leg.
Her eyes flew up to mine, and I shrugged. She wanted to be a nurse. I was just supporting her by making her deal with all my injuries. I was a fucking saint. I was going to convince her that a blow job would be payment for my commitment to her schooling.
