Page 10 of Viper's Claim

Watching the two have one of their normal brother and sister fights. Brought a grin to my face as I walked towards them.

“You know it’s hard to believe out of all the places you two could end up. You picked Satan’s Sons.” I spoke to their backs. Both turning around.

Pixie was stunning. Her pinned-up locks, piercing eyes. Demon was damn handsome himself and when we were younger. We had. . . something. That got ruined. He was another contributing factor why I left that tainted family.

“What the heck!” Pixie pulled me into a tight hug and then looked me up and down. “What are you doing here? No fuck that. You are still in town? I thought you got on an international flight or something. You’ve been gone,” she paused with a deep frown. “Five, six years?”

I had an international flight from nine to five.

“She’s been answering calls in a call centre on the opposite side of town.” Demon spoke but didn’t look at me. He inhaled a cigarette.

Pixie whacked his shoulder. “Why didn’t you tell me! I thought Aurora had left.”

“Because I hurt her. She deserved to be left alone.” Demon said and then pushed his stool back. Still not looking me in the eye. “Pixie. We can pick this up later.” With those words said. He just left. Brushed past me and walked out the club door.

“You know. Neither of you told me what happened.” Pixie said slowly. I stared at the swinging clubhouse door.

Did he really think he could just walk away from our first conversation? Fucking wanker. I stormed in his wake. Leaving Pixie’s question unanswered. I pushed open the clubhouse door.

“Oi. Demon.” I yelled at his back.

He was wearing his cut. No top and I kept walking at him. While he was frozen. “Are you really not going to say a word to me? After everything. That’s...” I throw an arm back at the clubhouse. “Is that how you are going to speak to me. . . after everything?”

That was the problem with us. We never fought about it. He just walked out.

“Look at me!” I yelled at him. He turned slowly. Fire within his eyes. The anger I used to calm him.

“You left.” He grunted out two words. My eyes ran down his bare tattooed chest. Before meeting his eyes.

“You left.” I corrected him. “I told you what happened, and you fucking walked out that door. Saying nothing.” So this was it? This was the fight that we never had. I don’t even look in the direction of the motorcycles pulling into the lot. When the engines' deafening roar echoed as they turned off.

“I came back to an empty house.” He hissed at me. “What do you want with a devil-like me, anyway? You were always better off without me.”

Tears ran down my cheeks as I stepped towards him. I pushed his cut to the side, looking at the blacked-out tattoo.

“Actually I think Dee. You were better off without me. You decided to leave that night. After everything,” I shook my head. Tears falling. “You knew what was expected of me.”

“I’m the devil!” he roared at me. “I’m not the knight you needed!”

“I didn’t need a knight! I needed you! The boy that loved me since I was six! The boy that stood by me while I was trained with a gun! The boy I watched turned into a man.”

“I was never the guy you wanted. Never will be. Get that Aurora! I never wanted a part in your fucked up family and incest.”

I froze. My mouth fell open. “So that’s what made you leave. It had nothing to do with—”

“Leave the history where it remains. Dead.” Demon cut me off.

Dead.

I stepped closer to him, gripping each side of his cut. “Right. Dead. Just like you and me. Demon, you say you’re the devil. Well, I hope you have peace when you meet the real one. Because you’re a cunt.” And with that, I shoved him with all my force and turned to see a full lot of bikers watching us.

Fuck.

“Demon. Get the fuck out of my sight.” Reaper ordered and leaned his bike to the side. “Aurora, Eve is showing you the house. You are staying with me.”

I wiped the tears off my cheeks. What could I say? I had just embarrassed myself in front of every member of the club. Honestly, I wanted the ground to swallow me.

A woman stepped to my side. “Come on,” she stepped closer to me. “It’s easier just to walk than to over-explain. Come on.” She grabbed my arm.

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