Page 63 of Demon's Angel

So that’s what they were just discussing.Seeing Mo’s eyes catching mine, I raise my chin. Silent thanks that she’s giving me a wedding night. At least we’ll have more space once Vi’s safely back at the clubhouse; most of our visitors will be returning home.

Drummer and Red approach, Snatcher not far behind. “About ready to go, Demon?” Their cautious eyes keep scanning the environment, all uneasy now we’re outside.

I don’t waste a moment. Whistling loudly, I raise my hand over my head and circle it around. Time to get this show back to the compound.

Conversations quiet, men start moving in the right direction. Mo’s herding up the bitches, and Jay comes to take Theo from me. Vi might not be dressed for the slide, but it’s only a short journey back to the compound, and I’ll be taking it easy, so hopefully she won’t end up with road rash.

I take position at the head of the ride. This is our time and taking prime spot shows it. On such an occasion as this, Drummer, the mother chapter president, typically gives up his pole position to the groom.

A very lucky groom as it happens, I think, as I watch that skirt twirl.Can’t wait to get her out of that. She’s all mine.She might have thought I’d given her my all last night; she’s going to learn I haven’t even started showing her my kind of loving yet.Yeah. I can’t wait.

Getting on behind me, Vi takes a moment to make sure her skirt is tight under her ass and squeezed between her thighs so it won’t be caught in the spokes, then, a helmet on and her arms around my back, she rests her chin on my shoulder. “Love you so much, D,” she sighs.

My smile is wide. Jeez, how the fuck did I get so lucky in my life? She’s my one, I admit it. Never been anyone else for me but her. I’m one lucky motherfucker.

Then, with a press of the start button, my engine starts with a roar, followed by all the bikes behind me. If I could hear over the exhausts, windows would probably be rattling. Feeling as happy as a fucking man on his wedding day, I pull away, a sense of pride in leading the column behind me. While Pueblo is used to seeing our bikes around, it’s not normal that so many of us are riding together. People stop and stare with various reactions. Some wave, some watch, some hurry children in the opposite direction. I couldn’t give a flying fuck.

Then we’re through and driving through the outskirts.

Fuck! What the hell?I glance in my rearview, hastily applying my brake. Some fucker’s come out of a hidden driveway off to one side and has driven straight into the bikes behind us; there are men and parts scattered over the road. I pull my bike to a halt and Vi immediately jumps off as I kick down the stand. I’ve started running back when I hear another squeal of brakes.

Turning, I’m already pulling my gun out of my cut as I see Violet scooped up and thrown into a car, which speeds off.

My bullets do nothing but bounce off the bulletproof bodywork.

Chapter Twenty-One

Violet

Iwas blindfolded in the car so I’ve no idea where they’ve brought me, and no way of telling the outside world even if I did, as I haven’t got my phone. I don’t even know who theyare, though I’ve my suspicions, of course. Who’d want to take me except for Angelino?

I’ve not been tied up. Apart from a little rough handling when I was shoved into the car, they haven’t been violent to me. The room I’ve been left in is pleasant enough, clean, but with a locked door and window.

Was it Angelino?Or does Demon have enemies I know nothing about? I am, after all, the president’s old lady. The only thing I find puzzling, but am grateful for, is that I’m here, but Theo is not.

I was expected. There’s a plate of sandwiches covered in saran wrap, and a bottle of water. Huh. Won’t be touching that. I’ve already learned my lesson, I’ll be eating or drinking nothing while I’m here. Truth be told, I couldn’t eat anything even if I was hungry. I’m worried sick, and not just about myself and who’s kidnapped me. The carnage I saw first in the rearview mirror, then for a brief second before I’d been taken away had been terrifying, men and bikes all over the road.

Had anyone died or been seriously hurt?Drummer, he was definitely down.Christ, he can’t be badly injured or worse, he has kids and an old lady back home. Red was on the ground, too, the big red-haired man who I’d only met briefly but who’d had a devilish twinkle in his eye. I’d seen him go down, his colouring unmistakable. That I had been the target was clear, I just hate that anyone else was hurt or worse in the process.Please let them be alright.

Demon. He must be beside himself. In my head he’s no longer D, the mix of present and past. Now it helps to think of him as the man with eyes blazing like a devil from hell, who’d stop at nothing to rescue me. To take me back where I belong. With my son and my husband.

There’s a couch, I sit on it, twisting the chain around my neck, fingering the locket which Demon had given me only a few hours ago. Fighting back tears.

Demon will come.I just have to stay strong.

Why am I here?Angelino wants Theo, not me. But who else could have wanted to kidnap me?

Will he use me as a bargaining chip? Me in exchange for Theo?It wouldn’t work. Demon would never put my son in danger.Would he?If he did, there’s no way I could ever forgive him. But what a choice to put on my new husband. Me or my son. If he’s forced to make a decision, it will destroy him.Sacrifice me, Demon.

To wound-up to sit for long, I stand and walk across the room. I peer out of the window, trying to get some clues as to where I could be, but empty desert stretches out in front of me. The walls of my room are solid wooden planks, like that of an old ranch. There’s a slight musty smell betraying its age. I eye the food again, not that I’m going to touch it, but taking it as a sign I’m not going to be mistreated. Or not yet.

Never one to be patient, I find the waiting, the knowing something will happen, that eventually someone will come, hangs heavy on me. I want to get on with whatever it is. Find out who’s taken me and what they expect to achieve by it.

I’m obviously at the back of the house and can’t see what’s happening out the front. But I hear the faint sounds of a car, and downstairs, loud voices. Moving toward the door, I put my ear against it.

“Questo è stupido. Quello che hai non ottiene niente. Era tutto finito anni fa, Angelino. Non puoi vendicarti di un uomo morto.”

I don’t recognise the voice, don’t understand the language, but do pick up on the name.Angelino.I was right. My worst nightmare is here. My rapist. The man who wants my son as his own.

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