Satan's Devils MC Colorado Boxset 1 Books 1 - 3

by Manda Mellett

  Jesus! Fucking son of a bitch. I grab my phone out of my pocket and place a call to Thunder. It rings out. Same happens when I try to get Hellfire. Nothing fucking works. Then, I notice, I have no signal.

  No chance to give a warning. “You alright, Vi? Are you okay to walk? Need to get somewhere I can make a call.”

  She’s overwhelmed for concern for her son. “I need to get to Theo.” With no regard for her safety of what she might find outside, she’s already making her way to the door.

  I waste only the seconds it takes for me to growl, “You keep him for me, Lucio. We had a deal, remember.” Then, my desire for revenge having to be put on the back burner, I steer Violet through the throng of Mafia men, some disarmed, some standing guard, and out of that house.

  Thank fuck! Dan has had the presence of mind to drive the truck closer. I almost throw her inside.

  “Bomber.” I run to where he’s hidden, taking my cut. “Get everyone back to the compound. Lucio’s men can clean up here. Angel’s arranged an attack.”

  Rusty’s already moving to round the rest of them up.

  “Shift.” I motion for Dan to move over, then take over the driver’s seat, throwing my cut onto the back seat. “Keep ringing everyone in the club, Brother. Need to know what the fuck is going on.”

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Violet

  Angel’s unsheathed cock is prodding at my backside. So close, I brace myself for the invasion, which despite all my efforts, I have failed to fight off. Though tensing will make the tearing worse, my body instinctively wants to continue the battle. I’m still trying to twist away, trying to do anything to stop him forcing his way inside when, suddenly, he’s ripped away from me. I hear ‘oomph’s, a shout of pain, then, so fast I have barely enough time to take a deep breath, my dress is tugged down to cover my bare ass and another body is lying over me. My fear for myself immediately flees, the scent that comes to me telling me it’s Demon.

  He’s found me.

  He’s here. Safe. Not at the compound. But, Theo? It was my first, my only thought. Ignoring whatever question he’d asked me, I cry out, “Angelino’s men are going to attack. They’re going to blow it up. He’s already arranged it, D, Theo…”

  He takes out his phone. I’m beside myself when it’s clear he’s getting no answer. Then he growls and asks, “You alright, Vi? Are you okay to walk? Need to get somewhere I can make a call.”

  I’d run out naked, right now I don’t give a damn. “I’ve got to get to Theo.”

  While I know he must hate leaving Angelino among men I don’t recognise, I’m just relieved when thoughts for my son’s safety take priority over getting the revenge he must crave. He races me down the stairs and out to a truck. That he, himself, takes over the driving shows how much he shares my concern.

  Dan keeps placing calls, but there’s no answer, no response. My fears escalate each time he turns to Demon and shakes his head. Theo. My hand rests over my fast-beating heart, thinking again, if he was gone, wouldn’t I as a mother know? Wouldn’t my heart just stop? A cry escapes my mouth.

  “Vi,” Demon starts, then stops, his hands hitting the steering wheel, then hitting it again. There’s nothing he can say. It’s not just Theo. The club’s on lockdown. Everyone who isn’t with him is there. His mom, dad, and the men he calls brothers, as well as those from other chapters.

  “God dammit!” Demon roars with frustration as he comes up behind a slow-moving vehicle. Then he yanks on the wheel and overtakes in a manoeuvre for which I’d usually admonish any driver. He’s cut it close, there’s a truck coming from the opposite direction; we slide past back into our lane missing it by just inches. A loud and extended angry honk sounds.

  Dan’s hanging onto the oh-shit handle, his face looks white as I catch sight of it in the rearview mirror. Neither of us say anything; I don’t care how Demon drives. If Theo… If he’s not there, I’d rather die without knowing.

  We’re on the freeway. Now Demon puts his foot down, and I watch the speedometer rising, looking nervously around to check there are no traffic cops near, relieved when at last we’re off the main drag and heading toward the clubhouse. I start craning my neck to see and spot smoke rising.

  “Shit!” Demon bangs the steering wheel again, then turns the truck violently into gates which are hanging off their hinges. There’s a truck that’s crashed into a row of bikes.

  The place is a mess. For a split second we’re all stunned. The front of the clubhouse seems to be missing, the doorway blocked by yet another crashed truck. Flames are leaping behind what were windows. Bodies lying all around.

  “Stay here!” Demon barks. “You stay with her, Prospect!”

  No fucking way! He must be mad. I reach for the door handle and throw myself out. Dan’s just as fast, his strong arms come around me holding me back. Struggling in his arms with tears streaming down my face, I watch as men and women come running down the fire escape at the side of the clubhouse; I can see the club girls rushing down but no Theo.

  I need to get to them, to find someone and ask…

  “Hell!” Demon thunders, running forward.

  I’m not proud of myself, but I’m a desperate mom. I kick hard at Dan’s shins, surprising him. He loosens his arms and I run forward.

  “Prez,” Dan roars.

  Swinging around fast, Demon catches me. I try the same tactic on him, but he’s better prepared and avoids my feet. His arms are like iron bars imprisoning me. I scream, kick, flail, but I can’t get free.

  “Calm the fuck down,” Demon snarls into my ear. “Theo’s fine.” I don’t believe him. I need to see for myself. “Theo’s fine, he’s fine.”

  This time he gets through to me. When I pause my struggles, I look into his face, then into Hell’s.

  Hell is covered in dust, soot, and he’s bleeding from a cut on his forehead. His earnest eyes stare at me. “Your kid’s fine, Vi. Mo took him back to our house. Thought it was safer for him there. Jay’s with her. Jeannie and Sindy too.”

  “You were on lockdown.” I can’t believe what he’s telling me. Theo’s safe? The clubhouse may be burning down around us, but those are the words I need to hear. Having been given the reprieve from my greatest fear, it’s highly inappropriate but I want to laugh. “You moved him out of the clubhouse?” I haven’t had enough confirmation as yet.

  “Attack was coming for us, wasn’t it?” Hell defends what appears to be his decision. But it’s not, as his next words tells us. “Snatcher’s idea to get them out. Cad and Indian, the Vegas sergeant-at-arms,” he adds, presumably to reassure me they’re in safe hands, “are with them.”

  I feel like I’m going to collapse, but Demon’s arms, still around me, are now supportive.

  “Casualties?” he snaps.

  “One of Snatcher’s men. Thumper.” Hell’s face hardens. “He caught a bullet. He had no chance.” He pauses to let that sink in. “Few walking wounded. Couple of burns. Yeah, coming.” The last was directed over his shoulder at one of the men from the other chapters. “We need to get that fuckin’ truck moved before the fire reaches the gas tank.”

  Only one man dead? For the first time I look at the bodies surrounding us, thankfully realising there’s none I recognise, and selfishly pleased Demon’s not lost any of his men.

  “Dan. Keep Vi out of the way.” With that, Demon quickly assesses what has to be done, then runs off. There are obviously men pushing from the other side, but as Dan leads me out around the clubhouse and out to the back well away from any possible explosion, I see them making headway.

  Theo’s safe, he’s safe. Theo’s safe goes around and around my head. After the last few hours thinking I was never going to see him again, the release of worry is almost disabling. If Dan’s arm wasn’t around me, I think I’d stumble and fall.

  The rear of the clubhouse is out of a different world. Apart from the shouts, crashes and other sounds that reach us, and the smoke blowing up in the air, it would be possible to think noth
ing had happened. I sink down onto a picnic bench, facing the club, assessing whether it’s really safe here. When I realise I’m in no danger, I let my head drop into my hands, relaxing for the first time since Angelino so callously threatened Theo. No, since long before that. When I’d been kidnapped coming back from the wedding. A hysterical burst of laughter escapes from my mouth. The most important day in any woman’s life, and I hadn’t given it a second thought. I stare entranced at my wedding band as though seeing it for the first time, wondering what’s going to happen to Angelino, and whether I’ll ever get a chance to have a normal life.

  “Here.” Dan taps me on my shoulder, his brow scrunched in concern. “Why don’t you phone Mo and check the kid’s okay? I don’t have her number, but Cad will put her on the line. Want me to call him?”

  Do I? That’s not a question that needs answering with anything other than the fervent expression on my face. As Dan places the call, I glance around, for the first time noticing the other women. They are all the club girls. Bella’s looking pale and shocked; Titsy’s sitting with her arms around Sheila and Breezy, their heads touching. Tulia’s looking stunned, staring at the unmarked side of the building in bemusement, tears sliding down her cheeks. None look hurt, just confused and dazed. And, half-dressed. Not in their normal state, but as though they just rolled out of bed.

  “Here.” Dan passes me the phone.

  “Mo? It’s Vi.” She automatically knows what I need. She asks me no questions but talks in a grandmotherly way about her new grandson. I listen to her calming voice as she tells me he’s doing great, how he’s feeding, his diaper changes, who’s entertaining him—that’s Jayden, of course—and how he’s been a bit fretful as his new tooth is emerging. Everything a mom needs to know. Finally, when she gets a chuckle from me, she hesitantly asks me what’s going on at the club.

  She’s given me the time and the information I needed. My bout of hysteria has passed, replaced with the knowledge Theo really is fine. Cared for and wanting for nothing. “It’s mayhem, Mo. They’re trying to put a fire out, I don’t know what’s going on, whether we’ll be able to go back in.” A gasp shows me Bella’s listening to my every word, her distress clearly visible. The sun glints off my wedding ring, and words that Mo had spoken come back to me. ‘Queen Bee’. It may not have been my priority over the past—goodness, it’s been barely more than twenty-four hours, it seems far longer than that—but I am married to Demon. With that comes responsibilities. Although I had thought I’d be eased into them, maybe I need to step up while Demon tries to save his club. I might not be good at firefighting, but I can at least see to the women.

  “Mo, the girls have nowhere to go, and they can’t do anything here. Can they come over to yours? At least for a coffee or something? They’re in shock and distressed.” I glance up at the sky. “Looks like a storm’s coming and we can’t go back inside.”

  There’s no hesitation. I smile and nod, raising my chin at Bella. The look of relief on her face is precious. As I end the call, Titsy calls out, “Thanks for thinking of us.” Her pleased smile suggests my unexpected action is welcome.

  Dan has also been eavesdropping. “You stay here, Vi. I’ll go check with Demon. But I can’t see any reason why not. You want to be with Theo, and there’s nothing you can do here.” Now Angelino’s presumably been put out of action, I can’t see why Demon wouldn’t agree, and this is the fastest way to get to my son. I eye the darkening clouds gathering, hoping we’ll be able to get going before the monsoon comes.

  It’s not the prospect who reappears, but Demon. I stand and wait. I’m feeling awkward, suddenly realising I’d slept with him, married him, got taken, almost got raped, learned things about my father I still don’t believe are true, and last but not least, am the cause of the destruction of his club. As he approaches I look down at my feet, unsure of what expression I’ll see on his face. I’ve caused so much trouble.

  He draws me into his arms, cradling my head with a hand so large it spans all of my skull. As my cheek rests against his cut I feel like I’ve come home. Despite all the sounds still going on around us, he seems in no hurry to release me. Perhaps words aren’t necessary. If he blamed me for everything he wouldn’t be holding me this tenderly. My arms snake around his waist; I’m holding onto him, too. It must be a couple of minutes before he starts speaking.

  “Fuck, Vi. With the worry about Theo, the race to get back, the damage to my club, I just need one moment to get my head back on.” His words are spoken quietly and murmured into my ear. “I’m as proud as fuck that you’re thinking like my old lady. After the way I failed you, everything that happened—I’m so damn fucking proud of you.”

  I pull back. He failed me? I go to tell him there’s no way he’s responsible, but he hasn’t finished.

  “Vi, you’ve got my back, haven’t you? Good call on arranging to get the girls out of here.”

  I realise dissecting what’s happened and how it affects us will need to come later. Now’s not the time. “Will we be able to come back?” I lean slightly so I can look up into his face.

  Aware that ears are listening, again he speaks quietly, “On that I’m not sure, yet. The fire’s not out, but we’re winning on that front. Will have to assess the damage after we’ve dealt with the danger from that.”

  “You calling the firefighters?”

  He chuckles softly, and not very nicely, “Got some trash to move first. Luckily, way out here, they’ve not come to investigate.”

  I shudder. By ‘trash’ I take it he means the bodies. “How many…?”

  “Later, babe. It’s all good on our side.”

  “Apart from Thumper.”

  “Yeah, Snatcher’s cut up about that.”

  As his prez, he would be. “Is Dan…?”

  “No, Dan’s not taking you. Hellfire is. I want Mo to look at his cut. It’s not serious but the stubborn man won’t allow Rusty to doctor him. One thing I can do, now I’m the prez, is give him orders.”

  That makes me chuckle. A bit of a turnaround for a son to instruct his father.

  “You ladies ready to go?” The man in question appears; his face darkens when he looks at Demon, who doesn’t seem affected at all.

  The club girls start getting to their feet, gathering up their purses and the meagre belongings they managed to pick up before they evacuated, and move toward Hell. As I take a step to go with them, Demon holds me back.

  His eyes flare, then, with no warning, one arm goes around my waist, lifting me to him and his mouth comes crashing down on mine so hard I feel my lips bruising. His tongue sweeps into my mouth as he all but devours me. I feel heat pooling inside me as well as his hardness brushing against me. All too soon, he pulls back. Leaning down he places his forehead against mine.

  “I’m so fuckin’ sorry, babe. So sorry I didn’t get to you sooner.”

  “You got there in time,” I try to soothe him.

  “Nah. Never should have happened. Not to my ol’ lady.”

  “Hell’s waiting…” I interrupt, scared he’s going to say this life is too dangerous for me, when there are things he doesn’t know. That it was down to me and my past that made Angel target me.

  “Let him wait.”

  “D, your clubhouse.” He raises his eyes to look at the building behind me. Then lets out a heavy sigh. “Yeah, I got work. I’ll come for you later, Vi. We’ll have a discussion then.”

  Chapter Thirty

  Demon

  I’m jealous of my father, for fuck’s sake, as he puts his arm around Vi when she nears him. Truth be told, I do not want to let her out of my sight. Of course she wants to reassure herself that Theo’s okay, to hold him and love him. Trouble is, that’s exactly what I want to do to her. The time we’ve been forced apart has been far too long. It’s so fucking unfair, we’ve only just started on our relationship journey.

  Being away from the compound is best for her. She’s made the right call. When Dan told me she’d made arrangements for the swee
t butts too, I was so fucking proud in that moment, all my misgivings about her being the right woman to stand by my side have fled. It hurts watching her walk away with Hell, but I couldn’t go with her. I’m the prez, and now she’s safe, my place is with my men. I allow myself one moment to think maybe the daughter of a Mafia don and a president of an outlaw MC maybe aren’t so badly matched, then, as she disappears, bring my thoughts back to my current and pressing problems instead.

  So far, I’ve found out the attack must have started about the time I was dragging Angel off Violet. By the time I’d tried placing my calls, the brothers back home had been dealing with Molotov cocktails being thrown into the clubhouse, followed by shooting as men tried to escape. Although at the time they hadn’t known they were dealing with an imminent credible threat, Snatcher had treated the situation like an exercise, and had everyone ready and organised to protect the compound. The Mafia crew had headed into what was essentially a trap. Pincer movements by my men and those from other chapters had corralled them in the front, hence the crashed trucks. The enemy had been surrounded. It was over fast. By the time I’d arrived, they’d already made a start of clearing up.

  Walking back inside, ruefully I eye the damage. The fire, now all but out. Pyro, having returned from where we’d found Violet right on my heels, is watching it carefully. Which is a joke, he’s more likely to be laying them than putting them out. But he knows how fire behaves and its habits, where it’s likely to find fuel and flare up.

  “You doing okay? Got enough extinguishers?”

  As though to answer, there’s a short burst of fire retardant from one that he’s holding. “Ink’s just brought me a couple of new spares.” He waves his hand toward them to confirm his words.

  “Status report?” I stop by Sparky.

  “Prez, electricals are fucked. Gonna have to do some rewiring all through this section. I can set up some breakers for now, just means we won’t have electric at the front of the clubhouse. Should have everything else back on soon.”