I laugh as everyone at the table shares their own stories.
“What do you want to do for your twenty-first?” Reaper asks me with a whisper in my ear.
I lean back against his shoulder so I can reply in kind. “You.”
I feel him tense before he hugs me closer to him. His cock is rock hard under my ass and I shift so I can better feel him. He groans before clamping his hand on my legs to keep me from moving. “Behave.” He warns me, but I flick my tongue out to trace his ear, causing him to shudder. Nothing is hotter than seeing your guy’s reaction to things you do to him. I’m about to push him further when suddenly several cell phones go off, one right after the other. I glance around the room as everyone, including Reaper, pulls out their phones.
I focus only on Reaper, who glances over at Flame. “Ok, fuck, anybody hurt?” Reaper says, getting up and setting me back on the seat. “Sorry, babe, but someone vandalized Styx.” He glances over at Dante, who is standing as his eyes bounce around the room. Carver, Torch, Grimm and Byte are all on their phones, cussing and asking similar questions about damages and injuries. Something bad has happened and I can’t shake the feeling that I’m the reason.
“Report.” Dante demands as each man ends his call.
“Someone shot up Lucifer’s Den.” Grimm says. “Two of the bouncers are in the hospital. I don’t know how much damage. Yet.”
“Someone hit Demon Custom Art.” Torch says. “Two mechanics got hit, no casualties, but they riddled the place with bullets.”
“They hit one of our construction sites.” Carver says. “An office building near downtown. Material torched and shot to shit. No one was there, so that’s something.”
“They shot up Styx.” Reaper says. “The tow trucks got most of the damage. Tires and windows. They torched the office building.”
“They hit Diablo Security, but they didn’t make it into the building. Shot at the window and door, but they’re bulletproof.” Byte says. “I’m having the guys pull the video for Diablo and for all of our businesses that were hit. Someone’s started a war.”
“And that’s exactly what they’re getting.” Dante fumes. “Head to your business, but not alone. I want the prospects to stay here with Chaos and Babe, protect the women and the clubhouse.”
Reaper gives me a kiss before he, Ghost and Flame head out together.
I turn back to the women and see all of them showing the same amount of shock and disbelief as I’m feeling.
“Is it self-centered of me to think this is my fault?” I ask, causing everyone at our table to stop watching the door and turn their attention on me.
“Why do you think this is your fault?” Tally asks.
I shrug. “I just feel like this has to do with the whoever sent those flowers and left me that note.”
Evie frowns at me. “You could be right.”
“Evie!” Caitlin exclaims, grasping my hand between hers. “You can’t blame Ashlyn.”
Evie rolls her eyes. “I wasn’t blaming her. I was just thinking that she might be right in thinking the guy behind the flowers and the murder of a gang member might try to get the Demons to leave her vulnerable. If that’s the case…”
“Then these attacks could be a way to draw most of us away from the club to leave her unprotected.” Chaos finishes her thought. “Simon. Go out and join Izzy at the guardhouse. Laser, up on the roof and take your sniper shit. Ladies, maybe you should get into the panic room.”
As quickly as Simon runs outside, he comes running back in. “Chaos, cops at the gate.”
“Everyone stay inside.” Chaos orders as he walks out. Evie ignores his order and follows him out. Tally, Caitlin and Kingsley also get up to follow leaving my mom and I at the table alone. So we do what comes naturally.
Chaos turns and scowls as we all follow him outside.
“What did I say?” He demands.
“One for all, and all for one?” Tally asks with a grin. Chaos just shakes his head and glares at Evie.
“Little girl…” He growls.
“No. Big bad lawyer.” Evie corrects him as she leads the way to the gate. “Gentlemen, what can we do for you?”
“You can open the gates.” One cop informs her. “We have a report that the Demon Dawgs kidnapped a young woman and are holding her against her will.”
“Who?” Evie asks.