Five
Halo
One year later.
“Halo, I have two internship openings at my law firm. It would be a great experience,” Mr. Banks says, handing me my test.
Mr. Banks is my professor; he teaches domestic violence. He’s an older, short man, wears a beard, and glasses. I enjoy this area of law, but I’m going to practice criminal law.
Yeah, to protect my brothers, the MC.
“What would it entail,” I ask, taking the paper.
“You would gather information on the victims and perpetrator so we can review the case and file the criminal charges. Help in the restraining orders, shelter, and housing,” Mr. Banks says, holding his laptop bag.
“Okay, I’ll apply, thank you,” I say, moving my head up and down.
“Splendid. You can apply online. I’ll see you in Thursday's class,” Mr. Banks says, sliding the laptop bag strap over his shoulder.
“Thanks,” I say, moving my head up and down.
I grab my books, notepad, laptop, and bag, shove everything into the bag, and then grab the bag and walk out of the classroom and down the hallway.
“Hey,” John says, walking next to me.
“What do you want,” I huff, rolling my eyes.
“I’m going to apply for that internship with Mr. Banks' law firm,” John says, looking at me.
“Did he ask you to apply?”
“No, but I heard him say that he has two internship positions. Maybe we both get in,” John says, moving his eyebrows up and down.
“Yeah, maybe,” I hum, pulling out my car keys.
“What? Your loser boyfriend isn’t here to pick you up,” John hums, turning up his lips.
“It’s not your business, so shut your trap,” hiss, stopping to glare at him.
“Whoa, you’re still with that loser. You’re wasting your time. I can give you everything you ever dreamed of,” John says, taking a step closer.
“Forget it! Forget about me! I’m not interested, so get lost!”
“Fuck! You’re such a bitch. You’re going to regret not giving me a chance,” John hisses, pointing his finger at me, spittle flying.
“Fuck you,” I hiss, lowering my eyelids.
John flips me off and walks away. I thank God he’s leaving me alone, for at least now.
Stupid bastard.
He has no clue that I don’t tell Demon or else he would be dead.
Asshat.
I walk to my car, a Honda. Well, it's our car. My sisters and I pitched in to buy it, and since I have classes, I get to drive it these days. I open the door, throwing my bags on the passenger seat.
I drive out of the parking lot, turning onto the street. I get on the on-ramp, entering Hwy 50 to get home. I’m glad that it’s not rush hour traffic. I get home at a good time and park the car next to the garage. I get out, grab my bags, and walk into the clubhouse.
I’m going to talk to Demon about the internship and get a date for us.
Stupid biker.
No, I’m the stupid one.
John is so right. I’m wasting my best years waiting and waiting. My stomach twists, and my blood boils. I chew my lower lip and walk into Demon’s office. I stare at him, looking at the PC, and then he looks up, raising his brow.
“Halo?”
“Demon, what the fuck! Just Halo? Like I’m an afterthought! What about Baby, I miss you?”
“No. You are not an afterthought! What the fuck! You know that you’re everything to me, but I’m busy!”
“Demon! Really? I want to spend some time with you.”
“Yeah, well, maybe later.”
“Fuck! I’m so tired of waiting for us to start our life together, a real commitment. I want the ring, the wedding, and the fucking official Old Lady. I deserve it.”
“Halo, it’s not the right time. I need to focus on the MC. I have a shit ton of bullshit to handle.”
“Demon, it’s been forever. I’m getting tired of waiting. I want a baby, a family.”
“Fuck! A baby? We’re not ready for a baby. Do we really want a baby to live the same life that we did? It’s a fucking hard life.”
“Hell, it’s a hard life, and it’s our life. Yes, I want the baby.”
Demon glares at me, grinds his molars, and crosses his arms.
“A baby?
Fuck me!
I don’t know if I want to have a baby that will live the MC lifestyle, that would be an MC brat, then be the MC Prez someday.
It’s brutal.
I don’t think it’s the right time,” Demon says, pressing his lips tight.
“It’s never the right time when it comes to commitment!”
“Fucking straight! You’re on your last semester at McGeorge and we can talk about this then.”
“I’m applying to work as an intern at a criminal law firm. My professor’s law firm and I would be helping the domestic violence victims.”
“Right! That’s what I mean. You have a lot of stuff to finish. We need to wait.”
“Gawd! You’re so frustrating!”
I turn and walk out. I go to the steel door and walk up the stairs to drop my bags and take a bath. I need to relax, and hopefully, this anger that’s making me crazy will stop.
Okay, Demon, best give me some time tonight, or else I’ll go out with my girls to some club. I know that he won’t like it, but what the fuck? I need to feel alive and desired, even if I won’t take the flirting far.
I apply my makeup and dress in my favorite skirt and hot pink V-neck tank top. Then I pull on my booties, and spray some perfume. I know that he’s going to go wild.
“Halo, where are you going,” Mama Bear asks, walking into my room.
“Mama, I don’t have any fixed plans. Maybe to the club,” I say, lifting my shoulders.
“Girl, you’re only looking for trouble. Demon will not like it,” Mama Bear hisses, moving her head from side to side.
“So what? He’s too busy; he won’t even miss me.”
“I don’t want you to give up on him. It’s been lots of years, and you know that he loves you,” Mama Bear says, waving her hand and pointing her finger at me.
“Mama, I’m waiting on him, but if he takes too long, I’m gone.”
“Halo, you will do no such thing. Calm the fuck down and wait for Demon! That’s what an Old Lady does.”
“Mama, I’m not his Old Lady!”
“Yeah, you are. He’s going to make it official soon, I know it. Besides, I know that Grizzly warned them not to go near you girls. I know that Demon struggles with it, and it must be why he tries to stay away from you, but the boy loves you.”
“Right,” I hum, rolling my eyes.
“I’m taking a shower and going to bed.”
“Night.”
I grab my cell and walk into the living room. I turn on my laptop and fill out the application to intern for Mr. Banks. I would like to work as an intern. I would learn a lot, and the experience would be priceless. Yes, I hope I do get it, but I don’t want to work with stupid John.
Fuck!
I’m careful in saying anything to Demon, I don’t want him to kill the asshat.
I push off the sofa and walk to the kitchen. I open the refrigerator because I’m starving. I grab the beer, and I don’t feel like making anything. I open the beer and take a drink.
My cell beeps, so I walk over to grab it from the coffee table. I slide my finger over the screen.
Demon ~ Baby, come here.
Fucker!
Baby, come here.
Asshat!
Halo ~ Here?
I chew my lip, waiting for him to respond.
Demon ~ My room.
Right.
I walk out of the apartment, down the hall, and down the stairs exiting into the first floor next to Demon’s office. I turn and walk down the hall stopping at his bedroom door. I knock and wait for the man to open it.
Demon opens the door, turns up his lips, and grabs my arm, pulling me inside his room.
“Baaaa . . . by. I’m so happy that you’re here,” he says, closing and locking the door.
“Yeah, it’s fucking late and you’re drunk!”
“Baby. . . . don’t be mad. I love you.”
“Right, but you don’t have time for me!”
“Baaaaa by. . . . I need you.”
“I’m hungry.”
“I ordered some pizza.”
“Okay, so what took so long? Why are you drunk?”
“I was drinking with the Brothers, and since I haven’t eaten, it hit me hard.”
Yeah, I beat.
Oh fuck!
Demon walks away, walks over to his desk, and grabs a box. He returns and hands me the box of roses.
Yeah, red roses, and they’re perfect.
“Oh my god! Thank you, they’re beautiful,” I squeal, opening the box.
“Baby, I’m sorry that you feel neglected, but I swear that I’m working hard to make the MC good for us,” Demon hums, wrapping his arms around my waist.
“Seriously, you’re crazy. Why do you think that we need to wait until the MC is good. That could take forever, and we’re not living our lives,” I hum, smelling the red roses.
“Baby, we’re living. Come here,” Demon hums, pulling me closer.
I place the roses on the desk and slide my arms, wrapping them around his neck. I pull him down, meeting his hungry kiss. He takes my lip between his teeth and bites. He then slides his tongue inside, tangling with mine. His hand moves up under my skirt, grabbing my ass. I wrap my leg around his waist.
“Baby, you’re so damn sexy,” Demon growls, moving his hand and sliding his finger under my bikini. He runs his finger over my swollen flesh.
“Yes, I need you,” I whimper.
Demon grabs my hips and takes me to the bed. He pulls down my skirt and bikini.
“Baby, I love your sweet pussy,” Demon hums, leaning down. He slides his tongue up and down my slit and stops to suck my swollen flesh. I moan, pulling his face closer to my pussy.
“Demon, I need you!”
“Baby, you want me to fill you with my cock?”
“Yes, but you need to use a condom because I need to get more birth control pills.”
“Fuck! I don’t like using condoms.”
He slides his finger inside, curls it and rubs the special place. I whimper; my inner walls grab his finger, making him growl.
Demon pulls off my tank top and cups my breast. He runs his finger over my tight nipple and then sucks it, making my inner walls contract.
“Fuck, Ash! I need you!”
“Baby, do you want me to fuck you?”
“Yes!”
Demon pulls away, taking off his clothes and shitkickers in a hurry. He slides back on the bed and rubs his hard cock at my entrance. I lift my hips, anxious to feel him inside.
“Demon, hurry the fuck up! It’s been a while.”
Demon growls and thrusts inside, spreading my inner walls.
“Fuck,” Demon grunts, sliding in and out.
“Demon, you feel so good,” I moan, lifting my hips.
The pleasure is intense, the sweet burn spreads through my body, and my pussy squeezes his cock.
“Baby, you feel so damn good,” Demon groans, thrusting faster and deeper.
He buries his face in my neck, biting my shoulder as he comes.
“Demon,” I yell, falling over the edge with him, feeling him tremble.