Page 24 of Demon's Savior
"Yes, she is very important to me as well, and I definitely want to take care of her problem and keep her safe,” Demon says. “We’re looking for heavy equipment because the problem has mob connections."
"That will not be a problem. I’ll give you what you need to keep her safe. Gentlemen, this is what I have for you.” He motions to his men to bring over two large black crates. “You can get whatever you need on one condition."
"What condition is that?" Demon speaks up, looking at Abasi warily.
"As long as I'm your contact, from now on, your weapons today are at no cost. If you need any more help with this situation, I ask that you call me as soon as possible. Money is no problem, and mpwa wangu will give you my direct line. No matter day, night or the situation, call me." He looks Demon in the eyes, leaving no room to protest. "I want that motherfucker dead. She is my only mpwa. My blood."
"You got a deal." Demon extends his hand out to my uncle, and I release a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. "I’ll gladly lay down my life to protect hers. I promise you."
"I believe you will take care of her and I can trust you with her life. Don't hesitate to call me if you need me. You can have these two crates, and I have eight more in the truck. Those are yours as well."
I give my uncle another hug. "Asante ndugu kwa kila kitu."Thank you, uncle, for everything.
He returns my hug and places a kiss on my both my cheeks.
"No problem, but make sure if you ever need anything you call me, yeah? We are blood and blood will always come first."
Nodding my head and saying my final goodbye to my uncle, I walk over to Austin's bike and wait for him to finish going over everything with my uncle and load the weapons into the truck.
I replay the events of the past weeks with Avery and now Austin and how my life has changed so dramatically. I had to run from a man who I believed I was in love with. The guy nearly killed me and is still doing his best to make it happen. Clearly, I was not in love with Avery because I have run into the arms of another man, who by his own admission, is very dangerous. But I have feelings for him. Could I really love the man who has vowed to protect my life with his own although he lives a life filled with danger and crime?
I look over at Austin. I’ll contemplate my life after this Avery situation is handled.
Demon
I'm in a complete state of fucking denial if I believe I can have any kind of normal life with her. I'm a damn criminal for fuck’s sake. There is no way in hell I can have a future with this amazing woman, no matter how much I care for her.
Focus, Demon! Focus on the fucking job, then sort out your feelings for her.
Can I treat her like she is supposed to be treated and keep her safe from my rivals?
But you love her, Demon. You can't let her go.
Love? Do I fucking love her? Maybe it's lust, not love?
"Fuck!" I scream in frustration, throwing a glass against the wall as Razor walks through the door, the glass barely missing him.
"What the hell, D? You bout hit me with that shit!"
I walk over to the couch and flop down. "Sorry, man. I'm tired and frustrated. I'm ready for all this bullshit to be over."
He shakes his head and leans against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest. "Yeah, this dude has to go, man. How can you do that to someone you supposed to love? I'm surprised she even survived."
"Yeah, the pictures were terrible." Releasing a deep sigh, I try to tamp down my anger from remembering how beat up Kira looked in the photos. I close my eyes and pinch the bridge of my nose.
"I talked to Dani last night about how she found her. If it hadn't been for your sister, there is no fucking doubt Kira would be dead."
"Right, and it pisses me the fuck off thinking about that shit. She is still taking meds for the pain. There's no fucking way he loved her." I dismiss the notion that prick ever loved Kira as I remember the pictures of the incident and how he talks to her every time he calls. "He's a narcissistic motherfucker who has gotten by because of his daddy, and he is used to getting his way. I can't wait to put my hands around his neck and watch the life leave his eyes."
"If anyone ever deserved death, that piece of shit does," Razor expresses, taking a sip from a bottle of Guinness.
"Man, the night before we left, I had to wake her up from a nightmare that scared the shit out of her and me. She wouldn't even let me leave the room, dude. I slept with her that night."
Of course, he looks over at me with a huge smirk on his face. I would expect nothing less from him.
"Wait...wait. You what!? You fucked her?"
"We didn't fuck, man. We talked until we fell asleep."
