Demon (Satan’s Warriors MC, NorCal Chapter #1)

Prologue

Demon

Nineteen years old.

The traffic is hell at this time on Hwy 50, yeah, I do drive between the lanes, but I still have to go slow because you never know how these fuckers will react. They see a biker, and I swear it's like it's a trigger in their little mind to pull out in front of the biker.

Fuckers.

Finally, the exit is next, and I ride down the off-ramp and stop at the stop light. I look at the time, and I'm fucking late.

Fuck, it's so damn hot. My family jewels are getting cooked. But that doesn't stop me from riding my bike, fuck no.

The light turns green, and I ride down the road, pulling into the shopping center, and I park, turning off my bike. I pull off my helmet and run my fingers through my short hair, looking around the parking lot. I place my helmet on the seat and walk toward the back of the Olive Garden restaurant to wait for Halo. I lean against the wall near the door, pull out my cigarette box, pull one out, and light up, inhaling deeply.

The back door pops open, and it stays open. That's fucking weird.

"Let me go, John! I don't want to go out with you; you need to get it through your thick skull," Halo huffs.

Fuck!

My gut twists and my blood boils as I push off the wall, throwing my cigarette onto the ground. I take a few steps, stopping next to the door, checking out what the fuck is going on.

I stare at the tall, thin, blond-haired bastard grabbing Halo's arm and leaning down close.

Halo glares at the dude, pulling her arm to get loose.

"Halo, we have so much in common. You and I, we're going places; we like the same things. Plus, you and I want to go to law school. I don't get it! Halo, that dude is a fucking loser," the guy yells, spraying spittle all over.

The ass pulls her into his arms, grabs her hair, and tries to kiss her.

I'm ready to fucking kill the bastard.

"Fuck you, John! Let go of me, and never, ever touch me again! Who in the hell do you think you are," Halo yells, moving her knee up and jamming the fuckers balls. She pushes the door wide and stumbles back.

Of fucking course, I'm right in front of the door, and I pull her from the fuckers grasp. I grind my molars, gathering my eyebrows. The stupid fuck is grabbing his junk.

Fucker!

"Motherfucker, get your ass out here and say it in front of my face," I growl, moving my fingers in a gesture of, come here.

"Oh yeah, asshole. I'm not afraid of you," John hisses, walking out of the restaurant's employees' back door exit.

"You should! I'm not going to repeat myself. Stay away from my girl motherfucker," I hiss, turning my fingers into my palm.

"Hell, yes! You're a stupid fucker that's a loser, you're not going anywhere, and Halo is a shining star," John scoffs, curing up his upper lip.

Next moment the ass charges me, and I stumble back. But I fucking turn him over onto his back, punching my fist into his mug over and over again.

"Demon! Let him go. Let's get gone!"

I ignore it, working my anger off on his mug. Halo grabs my arm, and I turn to look up at her, gathering my brows.

"Stop! You're going to kill him. Let's get gone."

My heart is pumping hard and fast, and I look down at the fucker's face. Yeah, he's breathing, and if I don't stop, I'll kill him.

I push off him and stand over him, ready to kick his fucking side.

"Don’t.”

Fuck!

“Fucker, stay away from Halo because next time you won’t be so damn lucky.”

“Let’s go.”

We walk over to my bike; I get her helmet out of the saddle bag and slide it onto her head, closing the straps. I gaze into her eyes, and she’s excited but also fucking scared. I can see it; she’s nibbling her lip.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes, but I’m scared that he’s going to call the po-po.”

“Don’t worry, he’s still alive, and I don’t think that he will.”

“Yeah, he is. But when he’s better, he can cause issues; I know how he is. He thinks that his daddy will take care of everything for him.”

“The bastard can’t be that stupid. Is he?”

“No. But you never know how the fucker will react tomorrow.”

“True. Let’s get gone before someone sees us.”

“Thanks for being here.”

“Baby, I love you. I’ll always be here for you,” I hum, moving my hand and wrapping it around her neck.

“I love you, Ash,” Halo whispers breathlessly.

I kiss her lips, and of course, the kiss quickly gets hot. I slide my tongue over hers, feeling my blood burn. I pull away, running my thumb over her swollen lips.

“Let’s go.”

Six months later.

Rain pours down on us, and clouds cover the moon. It’s dark, and the cold wind swirls around us.

Yeah, it sucks that it started to rain.

I ride into the warehouse parking lot with my Brothers. The Satan’s Warriors MC has a warehouse in Citrus Heights, Placerville, and Folsom, our territory. The Prez doesn’t like to keep the supply in one location by rotating where we store it.

I turn off my bike, remove my helmet, and slide off. I set the helmet on my bike and pull out my Glock from behind my back. I look around, lift my chin at my Brothers, walk to the warehouse door, and open it. I turn on the lights and walk inside with Diablo, Killer, Shade, Romeo, and Fiend. We’re the MC’s brats, so we have the extra pressure of stepping up to do it right.

The other Brothers are opening the black van to unload the boxes of ammo.

“Get the Brothers to hurry the fuck up,” I hum, walking to stand at the corner to look down the side of the building. It’s adjacent to an empty field, and it’s a good area to ambush us. It seems clear; thank fuck.

When my cell phone beeps, I pull it out of my Cut’s pocket and look at the message that pops up on the screen.

Halo ~ I’ll be waiting.

My gut twists into a knot; I ignore the text. I don’t have time for this; I can’t mess up this run.

“Hurry the fuck up,” I growl, looking around the warehouse.

My brothers are moving the large shipment of AK-15 into the warehouse.

The exchange went smoothly; thank fuck, it’s one hurdle that we jumped. The fuckers, the Bratva, are obnoxious and hard-ass bastards. The Prez doesn’t want any fucking problems with the son of bitches. It’s a relief that it went well because we’re all fucking prospects on this run. My Prez is testing us, especially me.

I run my fingers through my short hair and turn to glare at my best friend, my brother Diablo.

Diablo and I are prospecting, but we’re getting extra training and demands since we’re going to be the next Prez and VP in the MC.

“Chill, we got this,” Diablo growls, pulling out the cigarette box from the inside pocket of his Cut.

“For reals, it’s not the time to take a break motherfucker,” I hiss, lowering my eyelids.

“Fuck! You’re a fucking pain,” Diablo huffs, putting the cigarettes back into his Cut.

“Killer, what the hell! Stop fucking around, and put the damn rifle back,” I yell.

“Okay, don’t get your boxers all twisted,” Killer huffs, dropping the rifle back in the box.

“We’re done,” Romeo says, stopping next to me.

“About fucking time, let’s get this shit show on the road.”

We exit the warehouse, and I lock it up. I look around the grounds and walk over to my bike. I get on, and my cell beeps. I pull my cell out of my Cut, swiping my finger over the screen.

Halo ~ Where are you?

Demon ~ On my way.

Halo ~ Muah.

The sound of the roar of the bikes turning on makes my heart start pumping. It’s never going to get old, this feeling of being part of the MC. I turn on my bike, revving the engine, and pull on my helmet and gloves. I ride across the parking lot and onto the street. My Brothers pull out behind me in perfect formation. Yeah, we have this down, and soon we will be patched in.

I can’t fucking wait.

A half-hour later, I ride into the Satan’s Warriors Clubhouse property, riding down to the other side of the building. The parking lot is packed; it’s Friday night, and that means lots of hangarounds are here. I turn off my bike, take off my helmet, and slide off. I set the helmet on my seat, running my fingers over my short hair, looking at the garage where we hang out. Yeah, I can go into the clubhouse, but the MC brats have been hanging in the garage forever.

“Let’s go into the clubhouse and get some pussy,” Diablo hums, lifting his chin.

“Hell yes,” Killer yells.

“Let’s go,” Romeo hums, moving his head up and down.

I watch my Brothers walk into the clubhouse, ready to party. I usually go inside with them, but tonight, I want to talk to Halo.

“Demon, let’s go inside,” Diablo hums, raising his right brow and tilting his head.

“I need to talk to the Prez, so I’ll see you at the lair,” I say, moving my head from side to side.

“Fuck! I’ll get the bottle of Whiskey and beers,” Diablo hums.

We walk to the clubhouse, and I walk down the hallway to the Prez’s office. Diablo walks to the main clubhouse, where the music, shouts, and noise are blaring. I stop in front of the wooden door and knock.

“Come in,” Prez yells.

I push open the door and walk inside, closing the door.

“The run went well; the ammo is in the warehouse,” I say, standing tall and pushing my shoulders back.

“Perfect, I’m pleased that run was good, and the motherfuckers Bratva didn’t fuck us. Now get the hell out of here, and enjoy the fucking club whores,” Prez hums, leaning back into his chair, crossing his beefy arms.

“Okay.”

I walk out of the office and close the door. I walk down the hallway to get the bottle of Whiskey and beer. I know that Diablo is hitting the club whores, so I need to get the drinks to take to the lair.

I grab the box of moonshine and booze for the lair. The MC brats will be there; no hangarounds or club whores are allowed. I look at Diablo with a hangaround. Fuck, it looks like the girl from high school. The fucker is finally going to get her. She didn’t give him the time of day back then, but now she’s here. Fuck! You just never know when these bitches want to slum it with the Brothers. Stupid bitches.

I walk out of the clubhouse with the box, and I walk to the garage, the lair. I can’t wait to see Halo, and hopefully, we can sneak away. I walk into the garage, and the MC brats are all there, listening to music and talking. I place the box on the table. The garage was turned into our lair a long time ago when we were younger. It was cool, like having our clubhouse.

“Hell, yes! You got us some booze,” Poison yells.

Poison is my sister, and she loves to stir up the shit. The rest of the MC brats yell and rush over to grab some beers.

“Demon, it’s about time,” Halo hums, walking up to me.

“I was on an important run; you know it has to go without any issues,” I say, grabbing the beer. I pop it open and take a long pull.

“Fine, I’ll forgive you. Take me on a moonlight ride,” Halo says, turning up her lips.

Yeah, I know that she wants me to take her up to Lake Tahoe. My body reacts to her, instantly making me hard. It’s unbelievable how she makes me feel. Yeah, I’ve been with the club whores, but it's nothing like this. So, I stopped fucking them.

It only hurts Halo.

Fuck!

“Okay, let’s go.”

“Oh yeah,” Halo yells, pumping her hands and moving her hips from side to side.”

We walk out of the garage and over to my bike. I take her helmet from my saddle bag and place it on her head, staring into her huge blue eyes.

“I missed you.”

“Oh yeah? I had to take a test and then do the runs. You know that I have to do what’s asked; I’m prospecting,” I say, resting my hands on her shoulders.

“Yeah, but I wish that we weren’t living the MC lifestyle.”

“It’s in our blood, Halo; what do you want to do? I’m taking online college courses.”

“Oh hell, I know. It’s just that sometimes it gets crazy here.”

“Okay. So, stay away from the main clubhouse when it’s crazy. That’s why we have the lair.”

“Yeah, yeah. Okay, let’s go,” Halo hums, looking around.

Yeah, we don’t want our Dads to catch us, and all of the Brothers are in the clubhouse.

I pull on my helmet, get on the bike, and turn it on. Halo grabs my shoulder and slides on behind me, wrapping her arms around my waist.

Fuck!

I’m so fucking hard, and it’s going to be a while before I can sink deep inside her.

A month later.

“You’re shitting me,” Diablo hisses, lowering his eyelids and looking at me.

“Shut the fuck up! I’m not going to fuck around with the club whores; it’s not happening,” I growl, grabbing the beer from the bar countertop, taking a pull.

“Let’s go to the garage and party,” Killer says, grabbing the Whiskey bottle from the prospect that’s tending the bar.

“I’ll get the beers,” Shade hums, walking over to the refrigerator to grab them..

“I have the cigarettes,” Romeo says, walking behind the bar to grab them.

“Yeah, let’s go to the garage,” I say, moving my head up and down.

My cell beeps, and I look at the screen light up. I grab it from the bar counter and slide my finger on the screen.

Prez~ Get in here. Now!

Demon ~ Okay.

“Diablo, I’ll be back. The Prez called me in.”

“Good luck.”

I walk out of the bar, run across the clubhouse, and down the long hall to the Prez’s office. I knock on the door.

“Enter,” Prez yells.

“Prez,” I say, opening the door.

I turn the handle and push the wooden door open. I walk inside, standing in front of my Prez desk.

The dark wooden desk is worn, and the MC’s colors are engraved in the center of the wood. The desk has a thick coat of polyurethane finish.

“What the fuck did I tell you about fucking around with Halo! Grizzly will kill you for messing with his little girl. You have to stop messing around with her, and I need you to focus on the online college courses. I don’t want you to lose focus on our goals; you need to be prepared to lead the MC by getting the Business Administration Finance Bachelor Of Science.

I need you to be ready to be the Prez of the Satan’s Warriors MC. This lifestyle, the MC life, is no game. We don’t know when the reaper will visit us.

I don’t want you to make the same mistake that I did, getting the girl pregnant and taking an Old Lady like I did. You’re too fucking young, and you have a lot of goals to hit, and you need to play the game! Do you hear me,” Prez growls, shaking his huge hand, pointing his finger at me, emphasizing each word. He wears a silver ring on each finger and has a shit ton of tattoos.

“Prez, Halo is not a distraction,” I say, turning my fingers into my palm.

“Like hell, she’s not! Stop fucking her! Grizzly is a mean son of bitch! As your Prez and your fucking dad, I’m ordering you to stop!”

“Dad, she’s my girl, and I love her.”

“As your Dad, I don’t want you to get tied down at your age! It’s been hell with the bitch of your mother taking off all the fucking time to shoot up. As your Prez, I’m ordering you to keep away from her. I don’t want Grizzly to kill you, boy!”

“Prez, is that forever?”

Prez leans back into his black leather chair, throwing back his head, turning his head from right to left cracking his neck. He then leans forward, resting his hands on the desk and pushing off.

“Listen carefully, Demon. You will stop now, and if in a few years, you still feel the same about Halo, then you can make her your Old Lady, but right now, I need you to focus. Do I need to remind you that you’re patching into the club this weekend, so I need you on your game.”

I grind my molars, and my heart stops, then pumps quickly in my chest, making it hard to breathe.

“Will do.”

I walk out of the office, down the hallway, and out of the clubhouse. I pull out my cigarette box, take one out, and light up. I inhale the nicotine deeply, throwing back my head and closing my eyes. I exhale the smoke, open my eyes, and lean against the building. I bend my right leg, resting it on the wall and looking out into the night.

Days later.

Patching in.

The MC is having a BBQ for the newly patched brothers. My brother Thor, his road name is Diablo; we’re patching in tonight. I’m so stoked after such a long time of prospecting. Yeah, for sure, we were in high school when we started prospecting. The only reason that the Prez allowed it is because I’m his son, and Thor is the VP’s son. Otherwise, we would have to wait until we were eighteen to start prospecting as all of the other fuckers do.

I take a sip of my beer, looking into the fire pit. The look in Halo’s eyes is seared in my mind. She hates me, but I know that it’s best even if it kills me.

“Ash,” Halo yells, running across the gravel from the far corner of the pavilion.

I take a long pull of my beer and look around. I fucking hope that my Prez isn’t watching.

Fuck me!

“Halo, stop calling me Ash. I’m getting patched in, and my road name is Demon. You know it, and I don’t want my Prez to get pissed at you.”

“Oh fuck! You’re fucking brainwashed by your dad. You and me, we’re real, solid. Demon, what’s up? You’re ghosting me, and I don’t fucking like it,” Halo hisses, lowering her eyelids.

“Fuck! Halo, my Prez wants me to focus on school, and you’re going to school for the next, what, seven years? I need to get all my ducks in a row.”

“Motherfucker! But you’re mine, and I don’t want the MC or anything else to come between us. We can do it all together. We’ve been together forever, and it’s time for you to make it official. I don’t want the fucking club whores near you,” Halo hisses, resting her hands on her hips.

My fucking cock gets so damn hard, and I want to take her to my room, but I can’t. I grind my molars and take another long pull of beer.

“I can’t right now, and you know it.”

“I don’t give a fuck! I don’t want more time to pass, even if it’s our secret,” She hums, taking a step closer.

“Stop, I’m serious. I don’t want my Prez to see us, he’ll be pissed off. I told you that last week he asked me to stay away from you. Give us some time.”

“Fuck you,” Halo hisses, tosses her long blond hair over her shoulder and walks away. I watch her hips sway as she walks over to the sisters. Yeah, our sisters, they’re the MC brats. The club whores are at the other corner, eyeing them. They hate each other, and the stupid club whores won’t get it. They will never be more or beat the MC brats.

“Fuck, Demon, what the hell,” Diablo hisses, pressing his lips tight.

“Shut the fuck up.”

“Prez told you to stay away, and Grizzly will kill you,” Diablo growls, taking a step and standing in front of me.

“Fucker, back off. I told her that we need space,” I hum, taking a pull of beer.

I look at the empty bottle. I walk over to grab the whisky bottle that’s on the table, just for us. I take several pulls, closing my eyes.

Halo’s blue eyes are so damn expressive and are always in my mind. The hurt that I see in them kills me, but I have to do this. It’s only for a few years, then she’s mine.

“Fuck! You need to get your fucking act together. We can’t have the Prez change his mind about patching in,” Diablo hums, taking the bottle from me.

He takes several long pulls, and then he hands the bottle back.

We look into the fire pit, lost in our own thoughts. I’m thinking of Halo and how long it’s going to be before I can claim her as my Old Lady.

Fuck me!

“Prospects, are you two ready for the patching in,” Grizzly yells, walking over to us.

“Yes,” we respond, standing tall and proud.

Grizzly is the VP and Diablo’s dad, but he’s as tough as my Prez. They were friends along with another fucker, from junior high all the way to high school. They decided to start up the MC along with their other friend. But for some reason, they had a falling out, and their friend Crash chose to start his own MC, the Wicked Warriors MC, and now we’re rivals.

What the fuck, right.

Who the hell knows, no one.

“Fucking great. Prez will be out in a few, and in the meantime, I’m getting the iron branding stick ready. It’s going to be brutal, so don’t fucking wimp out on us. You take it like a fucking Satan Warrior! It’s the fucking last feat, the ritual of patching in,” Grizzly hums, turning the stick in the firepit.

I stare at the stick, my gut twists, and I grind my molars.

“Oh yeah, it’s going to be badass shit,” Fiend says, walking over to stand next to me.

“It’s crazy,” Shade hums, taking a pull of beer.

“Of fucking course,” I hum, taking a drink of Whiskey.

I watch my Prez walk out of the clubhouse, and he rubs his hands, turning up his lips as he walks up to us. He stops next to Grizzly, resting his hands on his hips.

“Is it ready,” Prez asks, looking at the red hot stick.

“Hell yes, red hot as hell,” Grizzly huffs, moving his head up and down.

Prez whistles and claps his hands, looking around the pavilion.

“Brothers, get your ass over here! The patching in begins,” Prez yells.

“Fuck yes! Oh hell,” the Brothers yell, circling around us.

“Let’s do this!”

“Here, Prez,” Grizzly hums, handing the stick over.

My Prez takes the red hot branding stick and looks at me, raising his brow.

Thank fuck that I’m buzzing, so the branding should be easy. It only takes a few seconds, but it’s going to be too fucking long.

Fuck!

I take another long pull of whisky and wipe my mouth with my arm, moving my head up and down.

“Motherfuckers, are you ready? Are you high and relaxed? The branding is brutal, and you’re not allowed to faint because you would need to do it again. For fucks sake, do not move!

You could experience difficulty breathing, but you can handle this. You’re a fucking Satan Warrior! Give me your forearm,” Prez yells, moving his fingers.

“Motherfuckers extend your arms,” Grizzly hisses, resting his hands on his hips.

Yeah, they’re our dads, but they won’t give us any special privileges. We’re Satan Warrior, not their sons.

Yeah, they’re crazy, and we’re just as crazy since we’re doing this.

“Demon and Diablo are patching into the Satan’s Warriors MC. They’re now known by their road names, Demon and Diablo!”

Prez presses the red hot branding stick on my forearm for a few seconds, and I grind my molars, inhaling deeply. It fucking does feel like forever, and the stench of burning flesh is always going to be seared in my mind.

Prez takes it off and presses on Diablo's forearm, and I take another pull of Whiskey. I stare at the Satan’s Warriors MC colors, the skull and wings, with the upper and lower rockers. It’s small, about two inches in diameter, approximately the size of the top of the soda can. It’s fucking badass, but at the moment, it’s fucking painful.

Fuck me!

“Brothers! Demon and Diablo are now officially patched into the Satan’s Warriors MC! Brothers, you do the Satan’s Warriors proud! Here’s your leather Cuts.”

The Satan’s Warriors Brothers hoot, clap, and stomp their feet on the ground and yell out.

“Satan’s Warriors power, riding till we die!”

“Thanks,” I hum, moving my head up and down.

“Hell yes,” Diablo yells, pumping his fist.

“Let’s party,” Grizzly yells.

I look up, and Halo is smiling but tears are rolling down her face. She turns and walks back into the clubhouse. I know that she’s pissed off and hurting.

She takes my heart and soul with her.