Page 38 of Demon

Mercedez’s glare turns to Twitch. “You’re going to let him talk to me like that?”

Twitch cocks his head. “Like what?”

She huffs while dramatically rolling her eyes and storms away.

I blink a few times, confused by the interaction.

“That was harsh,” Elena says to Axle.

Axle scoffs. “Not harsh enough. I’m over sweet-butt drama. There’s been enough in this clubhouse to last a lifetime.” His head leans in the direction of Dolly and Trixie. “These two are chilled. They know their place and aren’t trying to force any of the members to make them their ol’ lady.”

Elena nods in understanding.

“Why was she bitter toward me?” I ask the group.

“Twitch has been leading her on for too long and needs to man up and tell her she’s never going to be an ol’ lady,” Axle says while staring at Twitch with a look that says “You know I’m right.”

“She knows,” Twitch answers.

Axle squints. “Does she though?” His smart-ass tone drips off every word.

“It wasn’t your fault,” Elena says to me in a soft voice. “She just really likes Twitch, and I think she’s on edge because everyone is coupling up, but Twitch doesn’t see her like that.”

“And anyway... Twitch, I’m just waiting for you to pull a move on Milly, have the whole Mercedez thing blow up in your face, only for Milly to then reject you.” Axle rubs his hands together as if he will be pulling up a chair and eating some popcorn while it happens.

“Oh, fuck off,” Twitch clips out irritably.

“Do you like Milly?” I ask Twitch. They would be a sweet couple.

“Ha!” Axle answers for him. “Bit more than like... he’s low-key obsessed... Probably just as obsessed as Demon is with you.”

My brows lift high on my forehead. Far from it.

Reaper walks in. “Come on, we’re leaving in half an hour.”

After the men leave and we order dinner, the ol’ ladies, the sweet butts, Jett, Twitch, Sammy, and I all sit in the living room. They have some trashy TV on where a bunch of single men and women are put into a house and the last remaining couple earn money... or something like that. I watch it, then my thoughts drift away to Jett. He’s sitting next to me on the large couch. His long legs are kicked out, and he’s looking comfortable.

The dog abruptly starts barking, making me jump.

“The pizza guy is here,” Twitch announces. He gets up and heads toward the front door. Jett gets up too, and I have to laugh when I see them walking back toward us in the living room. They are carrying box after box. Surely they can’t even see where they’re walking.

They set the boxes on the ground, and the smell of cheesy pizza wafts into the room, making my stomach grumble. Sammy, eyeing all the pizza, is the first to stand. “Jett,” she says quietly. “Did someone order my cheese pizza?”

“Sure we did.” He begins opening pizza boxes. “I’ll help you find it.”

I get up and start opening boxes too. “Here, Sammy.” I point to the box. “Do you have any plates?” I ask.

“You don’t need plates—just grab a piece and eat it,” Twitch replies.

Without hesitation Sammy does exactly that. “See,” she says, lifting the pizza up high and taking a big bite. “Like this, Mom.”

I laugh. “Chew it properly, you little pig.”

After finishing her mouthful, she starts snorting. I pull her to me and tickle her and revel in her laughs.

After dinner, Sammy goes over to Jett and pulls on his hand. “Come on, you promised me I can watch a movie.”

He peers at me. “The bedroom you’re staying in doesn’t have the right connections, so I’ve borrowed a TV and set it up in my room.”

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