Page 10 of Demon

“The sweetbutts are part of the club, Cat. Some of the girls had to deal with a lot more shit than any of us could imagine.”

The term ‘sweetbutt’ alone was reason enough to kick some macho biker’s ass. Devlin got out of the truck and opened Cat’s door.

“Never thought thatyou—of all people—would be judgmental about anyone living life no fucks given,” Devlin said.

Fucking the brothers for a place to stay didn’t exactly compare to Cat not giving a shit about people talking about the ends of her hair dipped in pink.

Some kids at school had nicknamed her psycho after a couple of fights and she couldn’t care less. Her own parents told her every day how she shamed them with her loud talking, swearing mouth that rebelled against their stupid idea of a love story.

“The girls choose to be here, Cat. Let them live their damn life. We’re all the same here, and if you can’t handle that, then maybe you should’ve stayed home with Rob and Brenda.”

Devlin walked around the truck and helped Nora out. They joined Demi and Amara at the picnic tables while Cat stood rooted to her spot.

She needed to cool off before joining the rest. Cat knew Devlin had a point, and it blazed an irrational fire inside since she kept getting into arguments today.

Cat passed the clubhouse entrance, knowing that as long as the Old Ladies and the kids were still outside for the cookout, most of the sweetbutts would stay inside.

Demi had told them all about the workings of the club the last time she’d been here. Nora almost had a stroke when she’d heard what the men and women openly did inside.

Cat wondered if Demon was at the bar with one of those girls right now. She kept her sturdy pace, getting away from the clubhouse before she threw up the hot dog she had for lunch.

She didn’t know why she thought abouthimout of all the big bad bikers. There was just something about that man. While others needed to push themselves through the crowd that day, the bikers had made room for Demon when he’d crossed the bar. Demon’s stride over the compound had been graceful yet alarmingly powerful.

Demon had kept a close eye on everyone, taking in every little detail to use to his advantage. He reminded her of an approaching great white shark that naturally demanded attention since he could strike any second.

Cat wished she had that kind of power. It would be nice for a change to have people listen to her when she talked. Maybe then she wouldn’t have to yell from the top of her lungs to open the eyes of the rest of her family.

“What are you doing here?” Joey said out of nowhere.

She whirled on her feet, watching Joey and Evan walk up to her from the shed where they kept the tools to work on the dirt bikes.

Evan nudged his head towards the row of dirt bikes and snickered. “You want to go for another ride, Whirlwind?”

“I’ll take you for a ride,” Joey said to her as he grabbed his crotch with his pale hand.

“Fuck off,” Cat said with a scrunched up nose.

Cat walked away from the two douches stuck in their biker play pretend. At fourteen, they had a long way to go—if Annas ever deemed them worthy enough to prospect for the club.

Cat still rolled her eyes when suddenly a powerful hand fisted her long ponytail from behind. The pull was anything but playful. She extended her arms over her head, biting her nails into leather.

“Look what the cat dragged in… Or better yet, look who’s dragging this kitty cat away for some fun?” a hot breath whispered against her ear before a wet tongue slid over her cheek.

Her body froze as she dug deep in her memory, unable to place the man’s voice. As her attacker dragged her further back, she watched the courtyard filled with bikers and family members sitting at the picnic tables two hundred feet away.

Nobody looked her way.

Except for one IVMC member: Mud.

The grin on his face as he watched her being dragged towards the trees in the back of the compound made her blood run cold.

She needed to avoid the oak trees tucked away on the strip of grass in between the dirt track and Vikings Auto Salvage. She would be out of sight there.

“Let go of me!” she yelled.

She felt his fingers tighten around her hair as he laughed behind her.

“Keep shouting, tramp. Nobody is going to help a little bitch like you while I fuck your big mouth.”

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