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She tried to ignore him since he’d felt the need to call her a crazy girl in not one, but even two languages to get his point across.
“I can walk by myself.”
He smiled but kept on carrying her.
“I’ll carry my sister, Demon,” Devlin said as he took her from Demon’s hands.
Cat snorted. “They call you Demon? Talk about crazy…”
She felt her brother’s arms still for the briefest of moments while everyone around them watched Cat like she’d lost her head by daring to talk back at this Demon guy.
Devlin didn’t wait for Demon’s reply and said, “I’ll talk to her.”
“You do that. The last thing we need is bratty little girls turning the compound into their fucking playground.”
Demon left them standing as he strode toward the clubhouse. Cat held her tongue, more determined than ever to show Demon just how wrong he was about her.
CHAPTER TWO
Demon stood from his barstool at the clubhouse bar when Turtle brought Devlin’s sister inside who’d dared to touch and even ride Turtle’s dirt bike without his permission.
As the club’s enforcer, Demon kept the club safe. He had everyone toe the line by doling out punishments if the members forgot their place. He never needed to discipline a little brat on her first day at the club before. She’d surprised him by storming off and hopping on Turtle’s dirt bike, while nothing much surprised him these days.
This girl would be a thorn in his side if he wouldn’t nip this in the bud. He followed Turtle, who kept a hand on the girl’s lower back as they headed over to the back of the clubhouse bar.
Demon stilled when someone dared to touch his shoulder. He whirled around and found Devlin’s pleading eyes.
“She’s new to club life, Demon. I already talked to her.”
“You know that’s not how things work around here, brother.”
Demon had just returned from collecting a debt from a loan shark when this back talking girl had taken him off guard.
Even though Demon respected his brother—and he even understood where Devlin was coming from, he still needed to make an example out of this particular defying little daredevil.
Since Devlin was IVMC through and through, he gave Demon a single nod before he sat down in a nearby chair so he could keep an eye out on his sister while letting Turtle and Demon take the lead.
Demon stilled for a split-second when a young girl that mirrored the bike-stealing brat joined Devlin’s table. With her shoulders hunched and her bottom lip wobbling, the poor girl seemed to break out in tears any second.
Demon ignored her and entered the wide-open door to the bar’s bathroom, the penetrating smell of piss and whatnot stealing his breath.
Instead of crying for her momma, begging for Turtle to let her off the hook—or even raising another ruckus; the bike-stealing girl accepted the mop, bucket and sponge from Zion, who’d just entered the bathroom behind Demon.
She held her head high and kept a firm voice as she said, “Thanks.”
Demon felt a weird sense of pride wash over him as she started cleaning the first stall in silence.
“What’s your name, brat?” Demon asked.
She didn’t bother to look out of the stall as she kept mopping and said, “Cat.”
“Suiting…” Demon murmured.
“Why?” she asked as she kept her back towards him.
“You’ve got the same attitude problem as those furry little shits.”
Cat laughed while she kept mopping the floor. “I don’t have an attitude problem. Besides, everybody loves cats.”
