Page 24 of Demon
You are welcome back to the clubhouse or my home.
Thank you.
Sammy and I end up going home. As we walk across the road, holding hands, I notice there’s no motorcycle in the driveway, but there’s a van outside again. I tug on Sammy’s hand and walk toward the van. The man in the van watches me while I knock on his window. It slides down to show a handsome man with wavy hair and an earring in his ear.
“Howdy,” he says with a friendly smile.
I smile back. “Thank you so much for”—I lower my voice to a whisper—“watching over us.”
“No problem. The name’s Twitch.”
Sammy peeks at him. “Hi, Twitch,” she interrupts. “I’m Sammy. Do you want to come inside? Mom can make you some food. She’s a pretty good cook.”
My cheeks are pink as I give Sammy the be-quiet stare. Asking a strange man to come into the house. I really need to chat about stranger danger with her again.
“That’s okay,” he says cheerfully. “I’ve already eaten.”
“We’d better go inside,” I say, then we walk away. I give him a small smile before we unlock the doors and walk inside.
Later on that evening, my phone rings. It’s Holly. “Hello,” I answer.
“Are you okay? Again, I’m so sorry.”
I flinch. “I’m not okay... but I’ll get through it.”
She gasps. “What did he do?”
I sigh. “I prefer not to get into it.” I’m exhausted. The sound of rustling by the front door makes me suck in a breath. “I’ve got to go,” I say, and hang up.
“Stay here,” I say to Sammy. I tiptoe up the hallway, to the window. I open the blind slowly to look outside.
Jett and Twitch are bringing in bags from the truck and setting them on the porch. I open the door to see a sea of white bags, and when I peek inside one of them, I see it’s groceries.
“That’s the last of it,” Twitch says.
I meet Jett’s gaze. “What are these for?”
“It’s for you and Sammy, in case you get hungry,” he replied quietly.
I can’t go back to work yet, so money will be tight, and I don’t want to show my face around town looking the way I do. I swallow down the lump in my throat. My eyes get blurry. “Thank you.” I sound like a broken record saying the phrase. He knew what I needed before I did.
There’s a small frown on his gorgeous face. “Would you like help to take the bags inside?”
Twitch’s eyes bounce between us.
I wave him off. He’s already done so much.
“What’s your name?” I hear a little voice from beside me.
“I thought I told you to stay put,” I say in a tight voice. Too inquisitive for her own good.
She ignores me.
Jett smiles a genuine smile at her and I melt. “My name’s Jett.”
I appreciate that he said his real name and not Demon, which will bring up a whole different conversation.
Sammy goes to walk to him, but I tug on her hand. “Wow...” she says, her eyes wide. “Your arms are so pretty.” With the black and white ink on his skin, I understand her fascination.
