Chapter 3
“You didn’t tell us why the chick was following you,” Sadist said as he capped Demon on the back.
He, Savage, and Maverick had been at the corner store and had seen the whole exchange go down. It had been Maverick who had pinned the guy to the back of Demon’s truck. But apparently, they hadn’t been close enough to overhear what had been said between him and Ronnie.
"It was mistaken identity. She's a bounty hunter and thought I was my cousin.” He didn't go into detail and hoped the rest of the guys wouldn’t ask too many questions, at least not here and now. He could only hope they would hold off until they get back to the clubhouse to want the details.
"Ok, if they're not going to pick you up and throw you in lock up, then we need to get this thing unloaded and head back for another load.”
Demon groaned, but hit the button on his key fob to drop the tailgate.
At the rear of the truck, he grabbed the headache rack with both hands and swung himself up onto the tailgate.
there he loosened straps-slowly at first, making sure nothing had shifted, then once the straps and ropes were gone, he handed things off to the men.
It didn’t take long to get the truck unloaded.
Only twenty minutes, but he had sweat dripping down his neck despite the cool October breeze because he never stopped moving.
There were enough people here that it made for quick work, but it also meant he hadn’t gotten more than ten seconds to stand still since he’d arrived.
“Hop down from there and come grab something to drink before you go back for the last of it,” Sadist said as he strolled back to the truck, a soda can in one hand.
“How did Sackett manage to acquire this much shit? He only had his place for a few months.” Demon hopped off the tailgate, bending his knees as he landed and still wincing as the impact vibrated up through his body.
“Don’t know, don’t care. Just need to get the shit moved.
And luckily, we have three prospects right now to do the shit work.
” He lifted the can in a faux toast then tipped it back.
“Better get a move on or there won’t be any pizza left for you when were done.
” He trailed off, looking Demon up and down before continuing.
“Probably not beer either, then you’ll have to make a beer run.
” Sadist turned and went back inside. As if he hadn’t just issued a challenge that there was no way Demon would walk away from.
Not one to let anyone see that they were getting to him, Demon went inside, found the cooler tucked into one corner of the living room and dug around until he found a Code Red, then let the lid fall, making sure to close it so the rest would stay cold, he turned to find Puck and Boomer watching him.
“What?” he asked as he popped the tab and tipped back the can.
“Just wondering if they told you we have to make another trip, and that unless we hurry, there won’t be food or beer left for us?” Boomer said.
“That sums it up well.” He didn’t say right away that he had an idea of how to get around that, but he was going to keep it to himself, at least for now.
If the brothers got wind of it before it was a done deal they’d find a way to screw with them.
It wasn’t that the brothers were assholes, well, they were, but they weren’t doing this shit to be mean.
Demon knew they were trying to get the prospects to ring out.
He thought of it as the Souls version of the Crucible.
It was something he needed to endure, something he had to get through and succeed at, in order to get where he wanted to be.
He’d managed the Crucible to become a Marine, and he would survive being a prospect to become a Demented Soul.
It wasn’t like prospecting was nearly as grueling as the Crucible, and that was a good thing because the Crucible was only two and a half days, compared to the year or more for a prospect. Still, neither was pleasant, and they were both something you had to do in order to prove yourself.
Demon drained the soda, grabbed a second from the cooler and tilted his head toward the door.
“Might as well get started, or we’ll likely end up going hungry tonight.
” He didn’t bother to check if the others were following, but went out to his truck, climbed into the driver’s seat, and took off.
Once they got whatever was left loaded, he’d order food for the group, then he and the others could figure out who was picking up what on their way back to Selina and Sackett’s place.
They would eat while the food was hot, then finish unloading and getting them all settled.