Chapter 3

                                    

                                          
Lia's POV
                          
I was ready and up at the crack of dawn. I shut the door quietly and was making my way down the stairs when I saw Demon at the bar, drinking a cup of coffee. "Goin' somewhere," he asked as he took a drink. "Gonna disappear," I told him. "I'm already overstayin' my welcome by bein' here and not in the life." "I decide if you're overstaying," He said. "Have a seat." 
                          
I sat next to him and he stayed looking forward, "Thanks to you, we were able to eradicate Snake Trap, taking out all their members in the name of the brothers we lost. They were partying, celebrating their victory. Many were drunk and high off their asses, didn't even see it fucking coming. And that's thanks to you." "You said I ain't over stayin, yet the threat is gone," I told him "What are you keepin' me around for?" 
                          
"We have a debt that needs to be paid to you, and I need you to tell me how," he told me. I sighed, he wasn't gonna let this the fuck go. I looked at the tattoos covering his arms. I though Scorpion was a mountain. He ain't got shit on Demon. Mixed in his tattoos were scars. Rough life, equaled tough skin, I knew that better than anyone. 
                          
I then had an idea, "Think of you having paid that debt. You avenged your men, while also taking out the threat that wanted to kill me." He shook his head, "Ain't gonna work Angel, you got yourself in that position cause you wanted to help us." I glared, "You're an ass hat, you know that?" "I've been called worse sweetheart," he told me. "Pick a fucking nickname and stick to it," I told him. What the hell was next? Beautiful? 
                          
I wasn't a chick who got all stary eyed cause a bad boy like Demon called me cute names. I dont find it insulting either, just annoying. It could be worse, he could be calling me a slut. 
                          
"You're so fucking stubborn," he grumbled. "Look, last night I did what you asked of me, like comin' here and shit, cause I didn't want to be there when if they came back to see if I was dead," I told him. "I'm not some docile chick who does what the big bad biker tells me too. I ain't one of your women, I'm just a woman who wanted to do some good at least once in her life. I ain't expecting it to right wrongs I've done and seen, but it was somethin' y'know?" I've killed, I've stolen, and I have caused hell from coast to coast. The kills I've done were self defense, I never stole from someone who didn't deserve it, and the hell only cause some slight headache for the police in that city. For the most part. Okay, half but they were shit cops and I enjoyed giving them their head aches. 
                          
"You said you wondered why you came back to Miami, you from here," Demon asked me. I shook my head, "No. I dont know where I'm from really. Miami has a draw that I keep comin' back too every other year or so. Most times I stay for a day or two to get my fix then I'm back on the road." "Ever wanted to find out why it draws you," he asked me next. I shook my head, "Not once." 
                          
That was a bullshit lie. I have wondered, countless times. My heart calls to this city, and even to the life these bikers live. I would fit in, better than most, but you see, women dont get patched in. So I made a MC of myself. I was my own president, my bike my territory, and my life for me to control. My territory was gone, but I'll get it back one day. Even if it kills me. If it kills me, then my bike can be my head stone. 
                          
We sat in silence for a moment, neither of us saying anything. I looked over at him. He was sexy. Too damn sexy. His position as president told me he was loyal and had a good head on his shoulders. Whoever he declared as his old lady will be a fucking queen. If she can handle him. All bikers had a reason for their road names. 
                          
You dont get a name like Demon for no reason. I wondered what that reason was, but only for a second. It wasn't my place to have thoughts like that. I wasn't the kind to settle. I was a child of the road and wind, forever to go where it takes me. 
                          
"Look Demon. I appreciate you lettin' me stay the night after my motel room got shot to hell. I appreciate Scorpion takin' a bullet for me, even though he had what he came for and could've let me die. I appreciate it all, so consider the debt paid," I said while getting up. "I'm gonna go out and live my life to its fullest. See you around." I gave his shoulder a pat and left. 
                          
My feet seemed heavy as I made my way to the door. My gut and heart hurt, and I asked myself what the hell I was doing. I had no money. No bike. They would give it, if I asked as their way to repay, but to be honest that's not what I want. I just wanted to do some good. If I took some kind of reward for simple bein' a good person then doesnt make me a good person at all. Those men had died, plain and simple. Those cops weren't gonna do shit to help those who loved those men. So I did it. It made my heart feel light. 
                          
Some may think I'm bat shit crazy for feeling satisfied that the Devil's Den MC had literally just did what the other MC had done. In reality, it was different. Devil's Den would've left them alone, had they not killed those men. The MC asked for Devil's Den to kick down the door and say 'Honey I'm home,' before giving those fucks what they deserved. MC politics were fucked up, and I must be a fucked up person if I'm able to understand and agree with them. If I'm fucked up, then so be it. I'll wear that badge with pride and show it off to the world. 
                          
With that thought in mind, I walked out of their compound, not looking back.