“We’re in the office.” She yelled back.
‘Cause the Champagne room would be weird. Shaking his head, he walked into the back.
The mascara streaked mess sitting in the chair in a pair of faded jeans and a ratty grey t-shirt that had seen better days must be the one. Stick thin with black rings under her eyes and protruding bones, she looked a hot mess.
Who the fuck was paying her to push up on them? Grimacing, he stepped inside and closed the door behind him. Leaning back against the wood, he crossed his arms over his chest flexing the muscles in his arms. Her eyes grew wide and he grinned. That’s right bitch, you need to be scared.
She glanced down. Bleach blonde strands of hair obscured half her face from his view.
“I’m not going to act like this shit is civil ‘cause it’s not. I’m here. Start talking.”
She licked her lips and wrung her hands. “I didn’t know he was serious. Louis likes to drink too much and runs his mouth. I mostly tune him out. He’s always talking about how The Dueling Devils should be his and it was stolen right from under him.”
“The fuck?” Demon said.
The bleach blonde hot mess shook her head. “I’m not sure. Something about your old man and his. It was never really clear and I’m never sober long around him. You have to be high to tolerate him for extended amounts of time.”
“Give me shit I can use. If I made this trip for nothing you’re going to regret it.”
“He said he’s going to break you first. “Her voice cracked.
Demon pushed off from the door and gathered a hank of her hair. “Bitch, start flapping those cum guzzling lips of yours.”
“I don’t know anything else. I just know, he hates you. He’s been watching you for years. He formed The Sidewinders as a way to get close enough to hurt you. That’s why he sent Natasha to you. He knew your type. Her pregnancy wasn’t part of the plan. But he twisted it to use it to his advantage.” Her voice wavered. Tears poured down her face.
Gia stepped forward. Demon shot her a death glare and she froze. “How fucking long you been sitting on this bitch?”
“I swear I just found out. He was pissed that they came back from their raid empty handed.”
He leaned down until they were nose to nose. “Look me in the eyes and tell me that shit again.”
“I d-d—didn’t know.” Her body shook like a leaf in the midst of a storm.
Didn’t matter, he didn’t trust her response. Probably coming down from whatever the fuck has her looking three steps away from the grave. He shoved her away from him and stood up straight. “He working with another M.C.”
She shook her head back and forth so fast he swore she’d develop whiplash.
“I never seen anyone other than a few guys he brought in to trade guns with.”
“Of course, he went outside the town. He didn’t want me knowing he was stocking up.” Demon shook his head. What the fuck is this guy’s problem. Tilting his head, he studied her face.
Her eyes shifted back and forth and she squirmed in her seat.
“You know something else.”
She shook her head back and forth. “No, no. I told you everything.”
“I’m going to give you one more time to come clean on your own.”
She pressed her lips together, tight.
“One, two…” He moved to take a step forward.
“Louis Castile isn’t his real name.” Her words rushed out in a garbled mess almost indecipherable.
“It’s not his name? What are you talking about?”
“His real name is Zachary Bell.”