Page 11 of Demon

I don’t particularly like many people, but Axle, Bomber, and Reaper? I don’t mind them. They trust me, unlike the rest, who still seem wary.

After I finish my food, Trixie comes over and takes my plate. She’s the only one of the sweet butts that dares to come near me. The sweet butts are usually all over the single men in the MC, but through my reactions, I have created distance. I’m not interested in sex. It’s never done anything for me.

I clench my fist. My hand’s still tender from when I punched that guy who yelled at Ivy. I followed him to his car, and to my own benefit, no one was close to us when I punched him, picked him up over and over again and slammed him into his car. I smile internally as I remember it. I let him drive away with a bloody nose but warned him not to return. The bitch should have met my switchblade, but it was daylight. Pretty sure the guy intimidating Ivy got the message, but I wasn’t willing to risk it, so I walked Ivy to her car.

I think I have an addiction to murdering something that deserves to be killed, or maybe it’s the fear in their eyes I get a high off. The people who have hurt our club, the men’s ol’ ladies or even Ivy. See how those people feel being on the other end.

“What are you smirking at?” Axle asks, his voice full of amusement.

He knows I’m depraved. My mouth twists into a devious smile. I tilt my head slightly and give him a fake dark laugh. “You sure you want to know?” My voice is laced with a warning. I look at Elena. Her eyes pop, and she squirms in her seat.

“I’d say it’s probably not appropriate at the dinner table,” says Reaper, giving me a stern look.

Glad he caught on. I can give them details. I didn’t care. Their naive saint-like ol’ ladies might care though.

“I’m going to help take the food out,” Elena declares as she stands, clearly unnerved.

“Me too,” says Ava. She’s followed by Bomber’s ol’ lady, Zara.

Zara gives me a sad smile. I think broken people can sense other broken people. I’ve always gotten that impression from her, like she has sympathy for me but doesn’t know why I am the way I am.

Sophie, Viper’s ol’ lady, leans forward across the table. “Tell me. I’m all ears.”

Viper groans. “Sophie,” he says with a small warning. “No, you don’t.”

She pouts. “What? My family aren’t saints.” Her family run the town and are corrupt, like a small-town Mafia.

Viper shakes his head. “Club business, darl’. Why don’t you go help the other ladies clean up.”

Sophie snorts and sits up straight in her chair. “Don’t order me around.” She stands. “I’ll help, but it’s becauseIwant too. Not becauseyouasked me to.” With her chin held high, she leaves. She keeps Viper on his toes and brings him back to earth, which I find thoroughly entertaining. Now only the MC men are left.

“So what happened to your sister?” Axle asks with furrowed brows. “Why was she in a nursing home to begin with?” He’s always inquisitive. No one knows my full past, but Reaper. Bomber knows some.

I don’t think they’d want to know my family’s morbid past, so I go with, “My sister’s got brain damage. She’s been in a vegetative state now for five years. She might have one year left to live.”If that.The stitches in my head feel like they’re getting ripped out as saying it out loud puts a heavy pressure on my chest. The one I feel when I think of Maddy.

Crickets...

“Demon, I’m sorry,” Bomber says, his eyes full of sympathy. Like me, he doesn’t speak much or show emotion, so it’s rare for him to act like this.

I hold this pain, like a friend of mine that knows me all too well, but I shove those emotions down deep. “It is what it is.”

“You should ask Milly about the nursing home.”

I slowly nod at Reaper. “I plan to tomorrow.”

“Milly said a woman has taken a liking to you,” Twitch adds. Though he leans away from me after he says it, his mouth clamping shut, eyes bulging, like he said something he shouldn’t have.

I drill my displeased eyes into him.

“What the fuck did you just say?” Axle asks, his eyes glued to Twitch.

“Uh... nothing,” Twitch says, stiff as stone.

The MC thinksI’mmessed up in the head, but Twitch? Twitch is next level. He has got balls being obsessed with Reaper’s sister Milly. It’s only a matter of time before something happens between them. I’m looking forward to the chaos that will follow.

“You’re kidding,” Viper says, his eyes darting between me and Twitch.

From my top pocket I pull a piece of chewing gum and put it in my mouth. I peer down at my phone, not wanting to be included in their girly gossip session. I stand. “I’m heading off. Got shit to do.”

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