Prologue
Demon
Nineteen years old.
The traffic is hell at this time on Hwy 50, yeah, I do drive between the lanes, but I still have to go slow because you never know how these fuckers will react. They see a biker, and I swear it's like it's a trigger in their little mind to pull out in front of the biker.
Fuckers.
Finally, the exit is next, and I ride down the off-ramp and stop at the stop light. I look at the time, and I'm fucking late.
Fuck, it's so damn hot. My family jewels are getting cooked. But that doesn't stop me from riding my bike, fuck no.
The light turns green, and I ride down the road, pulling into the shopping center, and I park, turning off my bike. I pull off my helmet and run my fingers through my short hair, looking around the parking lot. I place my helmet on the seat and walk toward the back of the Olive Garden restaurant to wait for Halo. I lean against the wall near the door, pull out my cigarette box, pull one out, and light up, inhaling deeply.
The back door pops open, and it stays open. That's fucking weird.
"Let me go, John! I don't want to go out with you; you need to get it through your thick skull," Halo huffs.
Fuck!
My gut twists and my blood boils as I push off the wall, throwing my cigarette onto the ground. I take a few steps, stopping next to the door, checking out what the fuck is going on.
I stare at the tall, thin, blond-haired bastard grabbing Halo's arm and leaning down close.
Halo glares at the dude, pulling her arm to get loose.
"Halo, we have so much in common. You and I, we're going places; we like the same things. Plus, you and I want to go to law school. I don't get it! Halo, that dude is a fucking loser," the guy yells, spraying spittle all over.
The ass pulls her into his arms, grabs her hair, and tries to kiss her.
I'm ready to fucking kill the bastard.
"Fuck you, John! Let go of me, and never, ever touch me again! Who in the hell do you think you are," Halo yells, moving her knee up and jamming the fuckers balls. She pushes the door wide and stumbles back.
Of fucking course, I'm right in front of the door, and I pull her from the fuckers grasp. I grind my molars, gathering my eyebrows. The stupid fuck is grabbing his junk.
Fucker!
"Motherfucker, get your ass out here and say it in front of my face," I growl, moving my fingers in a gesture of, come here.
"Oh yeah, asshole. I'm not afraid of you," John hisses, walking out of the restaurant's employees' back door exit.
"You should! I'm not going to repeat myself. Stay away from my girl motherfucker," I hiss, turning my fingers into my palm.
"Hell, yes! You're a stupid fucker that's a loser, you're not going anywhere, and Halo is a shining star," John scoffs, curing up his upper lip.
Next moment the ass charges me, and I stumble back. But I fucking turn him over onto his back, punching my fist into his mug over and over again.
"Demon! Let him go. Let's get gone!"
I ignore it, working my anger off on his mug. Halo grabs my arm, and I turn to look up at her, gathering my brows.
"Stop! You're going to kill him. Let's get gone."
My heart is pumping hard and fast, and I look down at the fucker's face. Yeah, he's breathing, and if I don't stop, I'll kill him.
I push off him and stand over him, ready to kick his fucking side.
