Page 93 of Demon's Angel

“Later, babe. It’s all good on our side.”

“Apart from Thumper.”

“Yeah, Snatcher’s cut up about that.”

As his prez, he would be. “Is Dan…?”

“No, Dan’s not taking you. Hellfire is. I want Mo to look at his cut. It’s not serious but the stubborn man won’t allow Rusty to doctor him. One thing I can do, now I’m the prez, is give him orders.”

That makes me chuckle. A bit of a turnaround for a son to instruct his father.

“You ladies ready to go?” The man in question appears; his face darkens when he looks at Demon, who doesn’t seem affected at all.

The club girls start getting to their feet, gathering up their purses and the meagre belongings they managed to pick up before they evacuated, and move toward Hell. As I take a step to go with them, Demon holds me back.

His eyes flare, then, with no warning, one arm goes around my waist, lifting me to him and his mouth comes crashing down on mine so hard I feel my lips bruising. His tongue sweeps into my mouth as he all but devours me. I feel heat pooling inside me as well as his hardness brushing against me. All too soon, he pulls back. Leaning down he places his forehead against mine.

“I’m so fuckin’ sorry, babe. So sorry I didn’t get to you sooner.”

“You got there in time,” I try to soothe him.

“Nah. Never should have happened. Not to my ol’ lady.”

“Hell’s waiting…” I interrupt, scared he’s going to say this life is too dangerous for me, when there are things he doesn’t know. That it was down to me and my past that made Angel target me.

“Let him wait.”

“D, your clubhouse.” He raises his eyes to look at the building behind me. Then lets out a heavy sigh. “Yeah, I got work. I’ll come for you later, Vi. We’ll have a discussion then.”

Chapter Thirty

Demon

I’m jealous of my father, for fuck’s sake, as he puts his arm around Vi when she nears him. Truth be told, I do not want to let her out of my sight. Of course she wants to reassure herself that Theo’s okay, to hold him and love him. Trouble is, that’s exactly what I want to do to her. The time we’ve been forced apart has been far too long. It’s so fucking unfair, we’ve only just started on our relationship journey.

Being away from the compound is best for her. She’s made the right call. When Dan told me she’d made arrangements for the sweet butts too, I was so fucking proud in that moment, all my misgivings about her being the right woman to stand by my side have fled. It hurts watching her walk away with Hell, but I couldn’t go with her. I’m the prez, and now she’s safe, my place is with my men. I allow myself one moment to think maybe the daughter of a Mafia don and a president of an outlaw MC maybe aren’t so badly matched, then, as she disappears, bring my thoughts back to my current and pressing problems instead.

So far, I’ve found out the attack must have started about the time I was dragging Angel off Violet. By the time I’d tried placing my calls, the brothers back home had been dealing with Molotov cocktails being thrown into the clubhouse, followed by shooting as men tried to escape. Although at the time they hadn’t known they were dealing with an imminent credible threat, Snatcher had treated the situation like an exercise, and had everyone ready and organised to protect the compound. The Mafia crew had headed into what was essentially a trap. Pincer movements by my men and those from other chapters had corralled them in the front, hence the crashed trucks. The enemy had been surrounded. It was over fast. By the time I’d arrived, they’d already made a start of clearing up.

Walking back inside, ruefully I eye the damage. The fire, now all but out. Pyro, having returned from where we’d found Violet right on my heels, is watching it carefully. Which is a joke, he’s more likely to be laying them than putting them out. But he knows how fire behaves and its habits, where it’s likely to find fuel and flare up.

“You doing okay? Got enough extinguishers?”

As though to answer, there’s a short burst of fire retardant from one that he’s holding. “Ink’s just brought me a couple of new spares.” He waves his hand toward them to confirm his words.

“Status report?” I stop by Sparky.

“Prez, electricals are fucked. Gonna have to do some rewiring all through this section. I can set up some breakers for now, just means we won’t have electric at the front of the clubhouse. Should have everything else back on soon.”

“Good man.” I slap his back while eyeing where the front of our clubhouse was. Won’t need electric when we’re missing part of the wall and half the windows.

“Looks like a fuckin’ bomb went off.”

I roll my eyes as I turn to greet Bomber.

“Dead? Injured?”

I update Drummer, who passes a hand over his beard when he hears about Thumper.

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