Page 37 of Demon

She smirks, shaking her head. “Nope.”

“Do you want one?” I ask, prying.

“Not really. I’m a drifter by heart, so I like to meet new people. I’m enjoying my stay here now, and that includes no strings attached.”

“Are you here for anyone in particular?”

Her smirk deepens. “Well... Cash and I sleep together occasionally, or I join Dolly and Rage.”

I giggle lightly—not exactly surprised. I’m in a motorcycle club after all. “Why doesn’t Cash have a partner?” He seems really nice. I can understand why Rage doesn’t. He’s still young.

“That man is sexy as fuck”—she wipes a hand over her forehead—“but I get the feeling he’s emotionally unavailable, and that works well because I’m not after anything either.”

“I overheard someone say he’s not over his ex,” Dolly chimes in.

“What about you, Dolly?” I ask.

She shakes her head, her pink pigtails swooshing with the movement. “I’m here for fun. I’ve got a good thing going on with Rage, but it’s not serious.”

I peek up at Mercedez. “Are you and Twitch together?”

Silence blankets the room. Dolly and Elena cringe; Twitch stills but keeps his eyes on the TV, and Mercedez glares.

Woah... “I’m sorry,” I mumble, realizing I’ve hit a nerve. “I shouldn’t have presumed.”

Mercedez gives me a fake smile. “Yeah, you shouldn’t have.”

“Watch your fucking mouth.” Axle’s tone slices through, as he glares at Mercedez.

Sammy is a welcome distraction when she dashes over and sits on my lap. I look at Jett, who’s standing just outside the room. His eyes are like lasers as he searches everyone’s faces like he senses something’s off. When his eyes land on me, he asks. “Is everything all right?” It’sthatvoice. It’s Demon. He asks a question, but his tone makes it seem like it’s a threat... a warning to everyone else.

Axle turns his way. “It’s all okay. I’ve got you, brother,” he says with a wink.

Jett remains standing, eyes on me. “Everything’s okay,” I reassure him. Well... I think it is.

He pauses as if giving me a moment to add to my comment. When I don’t, he says, “I’m just going for a shower.”

“Are you high?” Axle asks Mercedez once Jett has left.

“Excuse me?” She sounds offended.

“No, it’s a genuine question.”

She tuts. “No!”

“You’re a sweet butt, not an ol’ lady. Act like it,” says Axle. Elena shuffles on Axle’s lap looking uncomfortable.

Twitch peers at Mercedez and adds, “Don’t speak to Ivy like that again.”

Mercedez looks at me and points. “She’s not an ol’ lady either.”

I wonder what her problem is. I make a mental note to ask Jett whatol’ ladymeans.

“She may as well be the way Demon is treating her.Youon the other hand screw Twitch. Nothing more,” Axle bites back.

My eyes flick between the three of them. Twitch doesn’t deny it. Mercedez jumps up, sneering at Axle. “You’re such an asshole.”

I put my hands over Sammy’s ears.

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