“It’s me Demon.”
“Come on in.”
He opened the door and she followed close behind him.
A lean man with an angular face, a shock of black hair and a stern mouth pushed back from the desk and placed his feet on the counter. “Who might this be?”
“This is Lark Rosario. Lark, this is my President, Demon.”
“Hi,” she said, smoothing her hands down her jeans.
“Have a seat.” Demon nodded toward the chairs.
She sank down into one and clutched the arms.
“Tell your girlfriend I’m not about to spray her brains all over the wall, she can relax.”
She gulped.
“Yeah, that made her more comfortable,” Pan mumbled. “Lark, I told you. We’re not Hell’s minions.”
She nodded her head. Her interaction with bikers had been all negative…Sans Pan.
“I want to look you in the eye when I ask you three questions. I want you answer each one honestly. If you lie, I’m going to know and we’ll have a problem. Trust me when I say…you don’t want that,” Demon instructed. “Can you keep your mouth shut?”
“Yes.” She nodded her head.
“Good. Is there anything about your past I need to know?”
She paused, searching her memory. “I’m not the one with the checkered past.” Her heart
dropped and she bowed her head. “It was my sister, Robin.”
“One last thing. You plan on being loyal to my boy here? He’s putting a lot on the line for you. You going to hold him down?”
It was a legit question. “Yes.” The answer was flying out of her mouth before she could think about it. The man had earned himself a place on her tiny list of people she’d go to bat for.
She turned to him and found the shock she felt—mirrored in his blue eyes.
“Alright then. You got my blessing, Pan. You know the rules. Make sure she knows them
too, and we’re square. You know I like my ship to sail smoothly and I don’t like leaks or taking on water.”
“Yeah, I know.” Pan nodded.
“Glad we could have this talk. I expect your ass back in the shop, bright and early on
Monday morning.”
“I’ll be there.” Pan stood.
Lark did the same. “Wait—that’s it?”
Demon laughed. “What? You expected a torture session?”
“No, I—I don’t know what I thought,” she admitted.
“I like her, she’s honest,” Demon stated.