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My twin brother had forsaken me.
Tommy untied me, leaving me on the table. I was purple, blue, and scorched. You could still smell the burnt skin. Pieces of it lay scorched beside me on the table.
Eventually, I sat up. There was blood on the shirt I was wearing. It was going to have to do because, oddly enough, they left me alone. It was worth the risk of getting caught. I had to leave here. I could never forgive Tommy for what he did.
I took off and never looked back, that is, until I heard a bike.
ChapterThree
Tracker
Devon was the first one out, running behind the clubhouse to play with his friends. That was another security issue. Kids. Always running in and out. They really needed to know how to shoot.
As everyone piled in, I glanced around for LeiMae. She looked like she was trying to blend in with the background, but I knew her better than that. She was analyzing all of us. She wanted to know what kind of effect Deakin was going to have.
The festivities got under way. Booze was poured, everyone toasted Deakin’s return. Open buffet and music. All night the party went under way, leading to a visit from the local precinct, which we already anticipated.
We turned the music down and sent them on their way, each with a plate of food. These girls cooked like a small country was coming. LeiMae had told them horror stories about Cyril, so they appreciated Deakin a little more, even if he was a dick when he talked to them. He at least didn’t beat them or rape them.
LeiMae went to our room early in the night, which was fine with me. Less chance of Deakin seeing her. I had moved a recliner in the room and had been sleeping on it, which no one knew, but it really wasn’t their fucking business either. It was for her safety.
* * *
The next few days were hectic. We got Deakin up to speed on all the business aspects. Brik, our Vice President, ran the club while Deakin was locked up. I assisted where I could, but it was far heavier on Brik’s shoulders. He was happy to hand the reins back.
I was walking out of the office when Deakin casually said, “Tracker, who is that pussy in your room?”
His phone rang before I could answer. I shut the door and went to the kitchen to get a cup of coffee. LeiMae was already sitting at the bar drinking coffee.
“I think you should introduce yourself to Deakin.”
“Why?” She stared at me with her piercing gaze.
“Because it’s his club.”
“I can leave.”
“You’d rather be homeless than say, ‘hey, my name is LeiMae’?”
She looked at her coffee. “I don’t have good luck with club presidents.”
Taking her hand, I looked at her, “but I’m here with you now.”
She, of course, took her hand back away, but she nodded. I could protect her here. But I couldn’t guarantee that anywhere else.
I could hear Deakin and Brik talking as they came out of the office. LeiMae tensed beside me as if she was going to flee. The men’s footsteps and voices drew nearer, and I put my hand on the small of LeiMae’s back. It was both a comforting gesture and me trying to ensure she didn’t bolt. Her fears were understandable, but she couldn’t avoid meeting Deakin now that she lived here.
Deakin and Brik’s conversation stopped short when they entered the kitchen and saw LeiMae and me standing tensely by the counter. Brik excused himself and shut the kitchen door on his way out. Deakin didn’t speak as he grabbed a coffee mug and filled it. His eyes never left LeiMae, and I could see his anger turning into rage as his gaze kept flicking to the brand on her neck.
I started to speak, but Deakin silenced me by slamming his coffee mug on the counter. The mug shattered and sent coffee splashing across the counter and Deakin’s hand. He locked me in his rage filled stare and growled out, “You brought one of their fucking whores into my house?”
“She’s not a Demon whore,” I said, fighting to maintain my composure.
Deakin exploded. “I know what that fucking brand means! She’s meat for any Demon that wants to stick his dick in her whenever and in whatever hole he wants. They own her, and you bring her here!” His glare shot to LeiMae. “How much information have you fed the man that wants nothing more than to have my fucking head mounted to his wall?”
LeiMae trembled against my hand, and it took a moment for her to find her voice. “My name is LeiMae, and I’m neither a whore nor a spy.” Her voice shook, and her hand reached up to graze the offending brand. “This was just one more way for Cyril to victimize me. He had my own brother brand me. Then, he sent my brother to kill me for escaping. I want Cyril dead. I’m not his spy.”
Deakin sank back against the counter and regarded LeiMae. He opened his mouth to speak when the first gunshot rang out.
