Tank's Redemption: Red Devils M.C. (Red Devils MC Book 4) (21 page)

“Well, if it makes you feel any better she usually has a good reason. If you look into him he probably beat his kids or his wife. Or something equally as horrible.” Annie explained, feeling his eyes watching her.

“No, that does not make me feel better, Annie. She could have gotten us all killed. There were five other men in the room. If Rico and Tim hadn’t been there we would all be dead.” He roared.

“Geez, don’t be so dramatic.” Annie sighed, he’d been the one
to insist that he work with her mother, not her. She’d told him it wouldn’t be a good idea, but had the man listened to her. No, so she felt little sympathy for him now. She knew her mother, and she’d had every move choreographed before she’d entered that room. Tank just thought her mother had left that kill to chance, but she knew better. Her mother never took chances.

“I’m not being dramatic. The woman is nuts!” He leaned forward crowding her.
Tank had been truly stunned when Annie’s mother had pulled a gun out and shot the man they’d been there to meet as nicely as you pleased. Before he or Bone could react, the other two men had already shot all four of the other men in the room. Tank would guess that was because she’d either warned them, or they were used to her craziness. His only consolation was knowing Bone had been as surprised as he had been.

“Ha, and this is my fault how? I told you not to work with her, Tank. You insisted.” She pushed against his chest trying to make him move back, not that she minded his big body pushing against hers. Especially the hard thickness that press to her belly, but he was acting like a bully and she wasn’t going to allow that.

“It’s your fault because you didn’t warn me that she was crazy.” Tank growled kissing her eyes, then her nose. His hands coming to rest on her hips.

“I told you she was unpredictable.” Annie moaned as his tongue slid over a love bite he’d just made on her neck.

“That’s the understatement of the year.” He growled
, pulling at her shirt. Becoming less interested in talking about her mother, and more interest in taking his woman to bed.

“Stop, I need a shower. I’ve been working in the yard and smell awful.
” The man pulled back looking at her with a gleam she’d become very familiar with in the last few months.

“Humm…yes, let
’s go get you cleaned up, sweetheart.” This past month had left him feeling happier than he’d ever been in his life. Annie made him happy, and she was all he needed. He was glad that he’d gone to the diner that day to eat. If he hadn’t he’d have missed meeting her on the road, and some other schmuck in this club might be the one touching her now, the one who had his patch on her, and that thought made his breath catch in angry apprehension. Only the fact that he’d stopped at that diner had allowed him to find her. She was his, which made his breath even out, and he decided this discussion of her mother and her mental illness could wait. He needed to be inside her, and soon.

“You do know that I am capable of taking a shower by myself don’t you?” Annie asked with a laugh, as he lifted her, scooping her over his shoulder, again. This was such an undignified posi
tion for her to find herself in. Yet, she found that nearly once a week she ended up over his shoulder being carried somewhere. She sighed, it was tough work being the old lady to the Red Devil’s vice president.

“Would you put me down, you neanderthal!” Annie screech, even knowing it would do no good to yell at him.

“Nope, you gotta get clean and I have to make sure that you remember not to let me work with your mother from now on. When you were telling me it wasn’t a good idea some examples of why I shouldn’t work with her would have been nice.” Tank said, holding on to her thick thighs, and headed up the stairs to their bathroom, his hand moving to caress her ass.

“Ha, you should just listen to me!”

“Shush, woman.” Tank said, his hand landing lightly on her ass, making her tingle all over. She laughed, yeah it was good to be home finally, after all these years of waiting for it. She was finally home.

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Six Months Ago

Swinging her sword, she sliced the head from one demon, even as she blocked the blow of another with her second sword. The wind rushed through the trees, shaking branches, and dead leaves fell in a shower around the battle that raged. Lighting lit the sky, casting shadows across the forest floor. The rain pounded down, making her movements sloppier than usual. She stumbled slightly as the third demon tried to grab her from behind. Managing to whirl, she sliced off the arm that had been reaching for her. The demon screamed and fell to the ground. His other hand, equipped with lethal claws tried desperately to grab the missing appendage. She quickly took his head before he was able to reattach the arm. Watching in disinterest as it fell to the ground. The Aurora, panted, her body near exhaustion from the fight.

Thunder rumbled, masking the approaching demon’s roar. It charged at her from behind, sensing it at the last second, she moved out of the demons path. Using his momentum when he moved past to slice his head off, too. Her chest rose and fell with excretion, her hair a wet nest of thick curls, she pushed the heavy fall from her face, smearing it with demon blood.

Looking around for the last demon, she spotted Kara lying on the ground nearby instead, and wanted to cry. Where was that damned demon? She knew that she’d knocked it out when she’d blinked in. Hearing Kara’s mental call for aid, she’d come to help her friend. She’d traveled across the distance to help Kara, only to discover that she’d been too late, again. Too late to save her friend, her third adviser, the youngest one. Kara should have had a thousand years, or more left to live. Only now she was dead. Just as Lani and Tessa were dead.

The murderous rage that boiled inside her when she’d seen Kara lying there, in the mud, lifeless, had frightened her with its violence. She’d felt the black auras that surrounded the demons, and smelled the metallic smell of evil blowing towards her on the wind. She knew that even if the demons hadn’t been coated with evil, she would have killed them anyway, for Kara. Her heart was bursting in pain from the loss she felt. Her searching eyes landed on the last demon, lying on the ground unconscious and bleeding. She‘d dealt the blow from behind when she’d first arrived. Glaring at the dimly lit prone form, she wanted to kill these demons, again. Her rage was a living breathing thing inside her, as she looked at them littering the forest floor.

Thunder roared again, and lightning filled the darkness with light, casting her shadow over the demons. The branches moved like giant sinister arms reaching out to grab her. She watched them play for a moment, then moving to the demon, she raised her sword. She cleanly sliced this demons head off, too. She felt no remorse
,
taking its head. After all it was the only way to kill a stone demon. As long as their spinal cord was intact they could regenerate from almost anything. Not for nothing, were they considered one of the hardest demons to kill.

That was why seven were too many for one slayer to handle. Unless that slayer was her. She wasn’t bound by the same rules. She wasn’t immortal, but she was as close as a human could get. It was her blood. The blood of a true slayer, the queen. She snorted, she wasn’t a queen. Although, they called her that. Nope, she was a failure.

She stumbled to her lifeless warrior’s body. This proved she was a failure, she thought. Falling to her knees beside Kara. Not caring that mud soaked into her white pants, nor did she care that the blood covering Kara’s body from the many wounds inflicted upon her, would never wash from the pale blue cashmere sweater she wore. All she knew was that Kara was gone from this life. Sweet, funny Kara. One of her best friends, and now she was gone. With an aching heart, she pulled her onto her lap. Brushing the hair from her beloved face, her mind was crying out in anguish. It wasn’t fair that Kara was dead. It was her fault, again. The pouring rain continued, but she didn’t feel its cold caress. Didn’t heed the numbness that filled her very bones. All she knew was that the heavy pain of her loss was crushing her. Her chest ached, at the passing of another friend.

“Why. Why?” She cried into the quite forest, a cry that was quickly swallowed by the storm. The thunder drowning out her screams as she asked the question over and over. Tears running down her face. The wind whipped her hair around, slapping her in the face. She held Kara in a tight embrace, unable to release her friend’s body. She rocked back and forth, wishing that she held the power to rewrite the life they had both chosen to live. The only thought repeating over and over inside her head was ‘
It would be the last death. It would never happen again.
’

Watching the rain wash the blood from Kara’s platinum blond hair in the silvery moonlight, unable to look away. It covered the ground with the life that had once filled her friend. It mixed with leaves and mud, creating a gruesome river of death, which flowed across the forest floor. It was unfair that Kara’s life had been stolen away. She was so young, only twenty one. The slayer blood that she had given Kara should have added many more years to her life, hundreds even. Instead, she held Kara’s lifeless body in her arms, and felt a deadly vow forming in her heart and mind.

She remembered meeting Kara in a dark alley one night. Kara was only eighteen, it had been another stormy night like this one. Two vampires, whose auras had burned black with their evilness, had penned Kara in an ally thinking they had found a helpless victim to kill. Kara was no victim though and killed them both. She’d used only a slightly dull sword she had bought after watching her sister be killed by demons two years before. Determined to find that demon, Kara began training, finding her first demon, she tried to take it down with a gun only to find the guns did nothing to stop a demon. Typically guns only made them mad. Kara was lucky that a Trogon demon had found her before the enraged demon could do any damage. When she’d told the Aurora the story, she’d been shocked at the bravery of the young woman.

Kara who was able to see the darkness of both human and demon auras, a trait she shared with the Aurora, had not killed the Trogon demon. It had glowed with a pure white aura, most of their kind did. Few, if any of them, ever became evil. She’d explained that most demons were just a different species with extraordinary gifts. Many of them even looked human, and others could appear human with glamour’s and other charms or spells. They were not minions of the devil as legend believed them to be. Though many chose to serve him.

Feeling a kinship with Kara, she’d offered her the blood bond that made her a slayer. Kara had become an adviser to her within a year. She was also one of the Aurora’s most trusted companions. Pressing a farewell kiss onto Kara’s forehead, she heard the slight popping sounds that alerting her to the two new arrivals. She didn’t turn. She already knew who it was standing silently behind her.

She felt them. Her last two advisers, Mina and Jayne had come because they’d felt her pain, through the bond they shared. She heard the gasps, then the sobs from behind her. Bowing her head over Kara’s in defeat, feeling their loss wash over her as keenly as her own. Making her pain so much harder to bear, they were sure to be disappointed in her inability to protect their sister in arms. In her total lack of strength.

Two of her advisers had already fallen, now Kara was the third to die. That bastard had taken three friends from her, and now he would die. It was no longer a battle she would allow to destroy her people. If he’d come after her and not her slayers, she might have found a more peaceful solution, but he’d killed her friends, now he would die. 

Morvan, a vampire, was evil. He had begun to send demons after her a year ago. She’d killed his lover, Kista, an evil witch, a few months before that. She’d killed Kista for killing six children in one night, the spell she was casting had needed six innocent human hearts. It was sickening. Morvan was pissed because the spell had been for him.  He’d been lived and wanted the Aurora dead, only he didn’t know who she was, which was why her people were dying.