Chapter 9

                                    

                                          
Lia's POV 
                          
I got a new bike! It was a silver Ducati SuperSport with 110HP. This baby was much faster than the Harley I once had. She was so worth the twelve grand I spent. Demon invited me to the compound today, and I told him I had something to do. I planned on making a grand arrival on my new baby. He was drinking a beer with Scorch outside by their bikes when I pulled up. He turned to face me and his jaw was dropped. I removed my helmet and gave him a smirk. He handed Scorch his beer and walked over to me as I got off of her. 
                          
I was high off the adrenaline, and he pulled me towards him. "How does she ride," he asked me. "She soars so beautifully," I told him. "Feels like I'm flying down the road." He chuckled, "Every Angel needs their wings." He gave me a soft kiss then took my hand and lead me inside, taking his beer from Scorch first. I met many of the brothers, girlfriends, and old ladies. I loved the bikers and old ladies, except Cathy. The girl friends looked unsure of me, as if I was some kind of threat. Cathy just outright didn't like me. 
                          
I sat at the bar with Viki, who was a sweet woman in her thirties with seven kids, yet had a body of a model. Her husband Hawk, truly did love his old Lady and is sure to show her as often as he could. Which explains the amount of kids they had. We talked and I could tell she was being genuine. She loved this club and her old man. I couldn't read the other ladies, but the girl friends weren't in love like she was. Her heart and soul were devoted and it was nice to see. We talked for hours getting to know each other before gunshots halted the party. The guys forced all of us into a room and I pulled my pistol out to be ready. 
                          
Then it was like an all out brawl and gunfight was going on. The women cowered with the kids in a corner as far away as they could get from the door. "Any other weapons in here," I asked over my shoulder. "No," One of the women stuttered. I nodded, "Just stay back." 
                          
I heard several shouts, coming closer to the door. We waited in anticipation then the door was being kicked down. I saw a glimpse of a patch that told me they weren't welcomed and pulled the trigger. He dropped and his buddies rushed in. I shot them as they entered one by one until I was out of bullets and was forced to fight with my hands. I got slammed on the ground and saw a gun on one of the men I killed. I snatched it and rolled to face the guy and pulled the trigger. Some of the women were being grabbed because I had been knocked down and I had to handle the men, freeing them. I was panting and sore by the time it was over. I stood panting, gun pointed at the door, dead bodies by my feet. Women and children cried behind me and I had to ignore them. 
                          
Then Demon was running in, looking a hell of a lot worse then me, and froze when he saw the mess. I lowered the gun, as several other brothers came in. They took a look at the mess, at me, then the women and children. Some had bruises and busted lips but they were fine. Maybe traumatized. "Razor, take Angel to my room and have Doc check her out," Demon told him. I wanted to protest since he had a bad wound in his side that was bleeding, but I was just beaten to hell. Demon took the gun from me, placing a kiss on my cheek that wasn't hurting before Razor picked me up bridal style. 
"Sorry for the craziness. Demon didn't want to bring you here, but everyone insisted, wanting to meet you," Razor said softly as he carried me. "Its okay Razor," I whispered, the adrenaline gone. "No it's not Angel. We should've protected you and the other women better," He said with a slight growl. "When Demon asked me to be his woman, I knew what could happen, and honestly I was prepared for it," I told him. "I can handle myself, so I'm not scared what comes my way." Plus I know I'm not alone. 
                          
He took me to a room that had minimal personal touches. Except a framed photo on the nightstand that Demon had taken of me at the beach yesterday. It wasn't all that flattering, hair wet, sand covering parts of my body, but it was proof that I knew how to smile. Razor laid me gently on the bed then pulled out his phone. A few minutes later Doc came in. He gave me a check up and said I was just sore, with a few bruised ribs. With several days of rest I will be able to go back to work at the bar. Until then, I was stuck here. 
                          
Demon came in, looking like hell. He sat next to me on the bed and Doc began working on getting him to stop bleeding and patched up. Loco, a pledge, came in. "You called for me boss," he asked. "Take my girl's keys and get her cat and bring it to my room. Also take Viki with you to get her some clothes and such. I dont need you going through her stuff," Demon instructed him. Feeling exhausted, I dug my keys out of my pocket and tossed them to him. I was on the verge of falling asleep while sitting up, but I couldn't rest till I washed off the blood and got out of these clothes. After everyone left I got up and shrugged off my jacket, "I need to wash off all this blood and such." I was beginning to shut down. I just killed a group of men single handedly. 
                          
Demon nodded but didn't say anything as I took a pair of his clean boxers and a Devil's Den t-shirt. I went into his bathroom and showered, scrubbing myself raw until it added to the pain I was in. When I left the bathroom Demon was laying in only his boxers in the bed, looking like he was hanging on to consciousness like his life depended on it. Abyss was walking around sniffing his room, her fur fluffed up. She probably didn't like being put in her cat carrier then putting in a car. She has been in her cat carrier once to go to the vet to get her fixed, and she was not very happy. I hope she didn't slice the poor pledge up. I dumped my dirty clothes into his hamper before crawling into bed. It was like laying in bed took what little energy I had and made it evaporate. Demon pulled me to him, wrapping an arm around me. 

                          
"I am so sorry Angel," He whispered, his voice filled with guilt and exhaustion. I turned my head and kissed his shoulder, "It's okay Demon, I promise you, I'm not gonna loose any sleep over what happened tonight." I really wasn't, because I knew what would've happened had I not done what I did. Call me cold, call me heartless, but my years on the road had hardened me. It taught me some things that living the life I used too, would never teach me. It's what helped me survive so I don't regret a single thing I've done. He kissed my forehead, not saying anything. He didn't need too, and neither did I. He covered us with the blanket and it's as if that took what energy he had left, causing him to pass out. I followed shortly after.