Page 45 of Demon
“No, they don’t.And people who don’t live the lifestyle I do, die every day.I left here yesterday willing to walk away from everything I’ve spent the last ten years building.I walked in my clubhouse and told them what I’d done and said here.The information I gave you.I walked into that building ready to turn in my kutte and lose every friend and brother I had.For her.To keep her safe.”
“I notice you still have a kutte, not the same one though.”Gavin’s gaze flicked to where Demon had laid it over the back of the recliner when he’d taken it off last night.
“Yeah, I went in and told them.I was ready to turn in my prospect cut and walk away, but they told me that I was actually voted in a couple of weeks ago, and they’d been waiting for the new kutte to come in.That happened a couple of days ago and they were working on setting up a patch party before they made the announcement and gave it to me.We decided to hold off on the party until this is wrapped up, but they gave me the kutte now, to show me that I’m a full brother.They’ve got my back on this.”
“That’s where you’re getting your intel.”
Demon nodded.“What’s not coming from my family, yeah.”
“What else do you know?”
Demon held one finger up, hoping Gavin would understand that he needed to be quiet a moment.Demon thought he’d heard something, but he wasn’t sure what.He sat up and looked around.Nothing moved but he was certain he’d heard something.
Careful to remain silent, he slipped off the bar stool and headed for the hall.He’d almost reached the opening that led to the bedrooms and bathroom when he heard a soft scuff of something against the floor.He held his breath, hoping it was Ronnie or the cat and not some intruder who had managed to get into the house while he’d been talking.
Demon tensed, moving one hand around to grip the pistol at the small of his back, but not drawing it, not yet.He just wanted to be prepared.
A moment later, Ronnie shuffled around the corner.Bare feet, oversized t-shirt, and her hair sticking up in about fifteen different directions.
“What’s wrong?”she asked, her voice husky from disuse.
“Nothing.”
“Then why are you standing there, watching me like you’re waiting for me to jump you any minute?”
“I heard something.I didn’t know if it was you or if someone had managed to sneak in.I was just being prepared.”Demon stepped out of her way, watched her pass, and followed her back to the kitchen.He tried to keep his eyes off her ass in the short, tight cotton shorts, but failed.“Want some coffee?”
“Am I breathing?”
“I already started it.Sit.I’ll give it to you when it’s done,” Gavin said from where he stood in the kitchen.
“Can’t,” she said shuffling past her seat and around the bar into the kitchen.She went to the cabinet and pulled down a glass, then opened another and pulled down a canister of pre-workout.
Demon watched as she measured out a scoop, ran water into it from the dispenser on the fridge before taking it back to the counter and pulling out one of the little battery-operated milk frother whips and using it to stir her water.He felt his eyes go wide as he stared at her cup for several seconds.
“What?”she asked.
He looked at her face and found her scowling at him.
“That’s brilliant.It never occurred to me to use that thing to mix the powder in.”
She pulled the mini blender out, took it to the sink and rinsed it before putting it away.“I started it a while back.I hate the grainy texture, and when it clumps, this gets rid of all that.”
“Brilliant.I know we have one of those at the clubhouse.One of the girls was using it for milk the other day.I’ll have to start doing that.”
She tipped up the glass and downed the bright blue mixture in a few long swallows.Then made a face as she set the glass down.“I hate that stuff, but it gets the job done.”
“Why not try a different flavor then?”
“I’ve tried all of them.This one is the least objectionable.”
“C4 right?”
She nodded.
“They have a bunch of flavors, but I can only find the good ones online.What are your workout plans for today?”
She frowned at him for a second.“Resistance training on the machine in the other room, then a run.Why?”
