Chapter 4

                                    

                                          
Two Months Later.....
                          
I made fucking roots. Me! A fucking no-mad! It simply boils down to this thought process of how it happened. After leaving the compound, I walked to a different motel to look through my funds. I was screwed. The only way I was gonna be able to leave Miami is if I got on a damn bus. Ain't happening. I didn't want to come and go on a schedule. Plus over time that would get expensive. 
                          
Not to mention, I needed to get money anyways so I could be able to save up for another bike. Staying in motels and paying weekly, or every other day depending the place, wasn't gonna help me save so I got a fucking apartment. Okay, fine, it would help me save. Then boom, some how this furry fucking cat managed to convince me to keep her! I even gave her a name and got her cat stuff. People who get cats dont plan on leaving! Ever! She was beautiful, solid black with gold eyes and really long fur that I brushed daily. I named her Abyss. 
                          
I still dont even know how this shit happened. She just one day appeared on my doorstep and walked in like she owned the place as while I was trying to leave for work. It became a daily thing. Then one day it was storming like crazy and I let her in! I haven't had the heart to kick her out sense. 
                          
Part of me is delusional, blaming the cat for still being here. Like who blames a cat? Me apparently. God I need help. 
                          
Things around Miami have started to get interesting though. Two days ago the Devil's Den compound had been set on fire. Rumor says it's the cartel because they were pissed they took out Snake Trap. Apparently Snake Trap and the cartel had a huge deal that earned them both tons of money. Without Snake Trap, they were loosing money. At least those were the rumors.
                          
The Devil's Den brothers are looking for a new place to drink and meet so many of the bars are hoping to get their business until their compound is rebuilt. They had been scouting bars, trying to find that right one when Demon, Scorpion, and Scorch came in. They didn't see me until they sat down, by then though I had already looked away. Demon had a large bandage wrapped around both arms between his wrists and elbows. He most likely had been hurt during the fire. How many more were hurt? It pissed me off that the cartel targeted the compound like that. Children live there too, and they're innocent in all this. The Devil's cant seem to catch a break lately from burying their men to loosing their home. 
                          
Tina, our waitress, was no where in sight. Neither was Eddie, the owner. Those two are never around when the bar is open. Looks like I'm both bartender and server. I grabbed a note pad and walked over to their table. "What can I get you boys to drink," I asked them. The three of them stared intently at me. "I thought you wanted to go out and live your life," Demon said, about to cross his arms, but stopped when he remembered he was injured. "Well in order for me to do that I need money. After all, it's what makes the world go 'round," I told him. "Now then, what can I get you boys to drink?" After getting their orders I put them on the table and went back to the bar. Tonight the amount of customers in the bar was very few due to it being a Wednesday. 
                          
Tina came sauntering in thirty minutes before close. "How much did we make in tips," She asked me. "There is no we. It's been just me, while you were having what was left of your brains fucked out. Plus the tip Eddie gave you for opening your legs is well more than what was earned tonight," I told her. "Are you calling me a whore," She asked with a sneer, crossing her arms. I shrugged, as I began to wipe down the bar, "If the shoe fits." She tried to get closer but froze when she saw the glare I gave her. She even took a step back in fear. I gave her a cold smirk, then looked away. 
                          
I was washing some glasses when Demon came over and sat at the bar. "And how can I help you Mr. President," I asked him. I knew if any others talked to them like that they would've been killed, but it was different with me. It wasn't filled with disrespect, and he knew that. "I came to give you, your tip," He told me. "I noticed the girl watching us pull it out and wanted to make sure it got to you." He held out three hundred dollars. "That's well more than a tip," I told him not taking it. All joking left his eyes and they became steel. I huffed and snatched it from his hand and he gave me a smug smirk. "I'm giving you a ride home tonight," He declared as he got off the bar stool. He walked away, my protest dying on my lips. 
                          
I wanted to ride his bike. I wanted to sit behind him with my arms wrapped around his rock hard waist, breathing in his leather and bourbon scent. The way he smelled gave me a high I couldn't explain and to be honest, I haven't been able to stop thinking about that ride. Usually I detested riding on the back with someone, but with him it was different. Not sayin' it was nice or anything, but it was.....tolerable? 
                          
After closing the bar and taking my tips before Tina, I left and saw him waiting, no Scorch or Scorpion around. He was sitting on his bike like he owned the world and to be honest, it was the sexiest thing in the world. 
                          
Demon's POV 
                          
She's been Miami the entire fucking time. The past two months, my mind has been filled with nothing but her. She was different from other women. She understood this life. The politics, the twisted morals, the way it works. She had been good on her word when the police didn't know about the photo, Jax had confirmed it. Other would've given up that photo to the police or black mail the ones in it. She didn't. She let us avenge our brothers without any form of payment. When she left the compound I thought I was never gonna see her again. Yet there she was, wearing a pair of black skinny jeans that hugged her sinful body, and a black tank top.
                          
She wasn't a skinny twig type woman either. She had meat on her. Something worth grabbing and claiming. She had that hour glass figure many women kill themselves to get, but she also had some muscle to her. I should've kissed her when I had the chance, taken her when I had the chance. Something told me though, she wouldn't be a casual fuck. That didn't stop me from wanting her. 
                          
We pulled up to her apartment building and I turned off the bike. She rolled her eyes but didn't protest me walking her to her apartment. She turned to me, "Thanks for bringing me home." I pinned her to her door, "What time do you work tomorrow beautiful?" "I go in at noon to do inventory," her voice was smooth and seductive. It was clear she wasn't even doing it on purpose, which made it even harder to resist her. "I'll be here at ten thirty to take you out for breakfast," I told her, my eyes going to her lips then back up to her eyes. She smirked, "Are you taking me out on a date Mr. President?" I smirked down at her, "I guess I am. Got a problem with that Princess?" Her eyes darted down to my lips then back to my eyes, her thoughts going where mine were. "Not at all Mr. President. See you in the morning," she said before slipping through the door, leaving me without that kiss I badly wanted.