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If he were honest with himself, he had to admit that she hadn’t been like any other girl from the minute she first started hanging around the clubhouse under supervision of her brother.
Cat had stolen Turtle’s dirt bike, laughing the loudest when the old hoot found her in the back of the compound as she tried for a jump. And tonight, eight years later, Annas was dead, and the club was at war with Annas’ new club, the Strong Riders.
With their former VP, Silas, taking over the Strong Riders after Annas’ death, they all knew a storm was heading their way. A lot was at stake, and he needed to keep his head in the game.
He couldn’t believe this gorgeous, fiery girl actually wanted him: a moody bastard almost twice her age. She could have any fucker standing in this clubhouse tonight. Not that any of these assholes could handle a girl like Cat.
Demon ignored the watery eyes of Cat’s twin, Nora, as he made his way toward the exit of the clubhouse. It still baffled Demon how those two could be related, let alone twins.
When Gwenn stepped away from the crowd, stabbing her hips with her fists as she barred his way to the exit, Demon saw so much of Cat in her. Now these two were definitely sisters, even though they were half sisters who just recently found out about each other.
"Where do you think you're going?" Gwenn said, anger evident in her glare. Demon gave Zeus a nod over Gwenn’s shoulder to assure him he would let his Old Lady do her thing since she clearly felt the need to fight Cat’s battles.
“I’m heading out.”
Demon had enough. His cousin could deal with any brawls erupting from the toxic mix of booze, weed, and testosterone.
“You’re not going after her.”
Demon’s jaw ticked. Not even Zeus, his best friend, and newly installed President of the Iron Vikings, told him what to do.
“Are you goin’ to stop me, Brass Balls?” He used the road name his brothers gave her as a sign of respect. He’d seen Gwenn’s handiwork down in the clubhouse basement. She didn’t even blink an eye when she discovered Demon had carved the initials I.V.M.C. on her attacker’s limp dick. Gwenn almost stepped on the guy’s scooped out eye on the floor; actually disappointed somebody already beat her to the punch.
Demon understood how Gwenn needed to take back control by hurting her attacker. He did the same by punishing the assholes that crossed the club or hurt innocent people. After kicking Rick out of the club, Demon had enjoyed getting his point across that Rick was to never hurt a girl ever again. He’d kept an eye on him just out of precaution. The last time he’d checked, the sucker had been still stuck in some revalidation center.
“That depends… Are you finally taking your big ugly head out of your ass?”
Demon felt his upper lip pull into an almost smile. He liked how proud Gwenn seemed at her accomplishment. Demon knew he was a rude fuck, but somehow, Gwenn and her sister Cat were able to reach a softer, best-forgotten side to him.
“I’m not right for her, Brass Balls.”
Gwenn stepped closer since she clearly didn’t want others overhear. “You, and everything involving this club, mean the world to Cat. Don’t you care that she’s hurting? She’s the only one who’ll put up with your shit, but she’ll come to her senses soon and will walk out of your life forever.”
The thought of never seeing Cat again made his gut churn. He gave Gwenn a brisk nod before stepping around her. The crowd parted on his way to the heavy steel door before he stepped into the sweltering Texas summer night air.
He whipped around at the sound of Cat revving the engine of her Harley-Davidson Softtail Deluxe just around the corner of the clubhouse. Those piercing grey eyes stabbed his heart as they misted over with tears tainted by shame.
“Shut it down,” he said, while his heart raced against his chest. He’d never seen Cat cry before. Not even that day Rick attacked her.
Cat shook her head, even revving the engine for emphasis that she wasn’t about to turn off her engine.
“Do not make me ask you twice.”
He’d been restless for weeks, sensing that Cat had it in her head that her twenty-first birthday would somehow make a difference. The club officers had recently voted for an amendment in one of the club rules, stating that family members were no longer off limits if a brother would make her his Old Lady.
That didn’t matter since Demon would never make a bitch his Old Lady. Not even the perfect little bitch that glared at him from the seat of her Softtail Deluxe. Cat denied his direct order like she would any wet behind the ear prospect as she rolled her bike forward.
Cat had pushed him over the edge earlier by marking his skin with her wet tongue as she’d claimed him in front of the entire club. There was only one girl brazen enough to hold his interest, and she flipped him the bird before blasting off the IVMC compound.
“Go after her, man,” Zeus said from behind him.
Demon didn’t turn around to the sound of his voice, staring at the amber taillights as Cat went full throttle through the gates that Squirrel opened just in time.
“Nah. It’s better this way.”
“My brother is not a fuckin’ coward.”
“It’s not about being a coward. I’m doin’ what’s right.”
