comes back online to find my hands clutching at Poe’s sister’s arms like a crazed fucking lunatic. “Oh God. I’m sorry.”
She shrugs. “It’s fine. My name is Lips, by the way. Grumpy over there is Nate, the guys are Ash, Harley, and Blaise.”
The Devil’s name is Nate.
He doesn’t look like a Nate, he looks like a fucking Lucifer.
Morningstar suits him perfectly.
The blond guy stalks over and gently moves Lips out of the way. His eyes are assessing as he looks me over. “Can you move to the Ferrari or do you need help? Morningstar is late for a job and we should let him get out of here.”
I nod and get up slowly, my legs shaking a little but not so bad I can’t walk. The guy stays close enough to catch me but doesn’t try to touch me so that gets him some brownie points.
I feel like I shouldn’t be rude and thank the Devil but talking to him is fucking terrifying and I don’t want to piss him off.
So I keep my mouth shut.
I guess I can thank him through Poe later and pray I never have to stand in his presence again.
“She already knows the score. She speaks about us, I carve her up until there’s nothing fucking left.”
I trip over my own feet and the guy has to catch me.
“Nate, for fuck’s sake, she’s Poe’s friend! If she’s willing to sacrifice herself for her then I’m sure she’ll keep her mouth shut,” Lips says, scolding him which clearly makes her the fucking bravest woman to ever walk this Earth.
“I don’t believe in hoping for shit. I mean what I say, better she knows to keep her mouth shut. Call me when you’re home, there’s too many Demons on the fucking road these days.”
The guy holding my arm snaps, “Ash, get the fucking engine going on this thing. I want to get the hell out of this fucking town and get some miles between us and that fucking psycho.”
Right.
So Blondie is Harley, the dark-haired one is Ash, and I’m very aware of which one Blaise Morrison is.
I have a bag back at The Boulevard full of shirts with his face on it.
Harley gets me sitting on the front seat to poke and prod at my cheek, looking for breaks I guess. I wince but the way he's handling me is so clinical that I don’t have the chance to freak out.
When he gets out a stethoscope and starts listening to me breathe he explains where he’s going to touch me each time, waiting for me to nod each time before moving.
I feel really safe now.
Which, after the Devil is a fucking miracle.
He gets out a penlight and says, “Follow the light for me."
I do what he says and when he finally clicks the penlight again he says, "You'll live. You need painkillers and sleep but that's about it."
I nod and he helps me swing my legs around to sit in the passenger seat properly. Two minutes later we’re on the road, Ash driving and the other three squished into the backseat.
“The— uh, I mean… Nate has already told me not to tell anyone about him. My lips are definitely sealed.”
Ash scoffs as he changes gears and gets us back on the highway to Coldstone.
I can’t wait.
“Ash will drop us off somewhere before he takes you back to the clubhouse. It’s safer that way.”
Uh.
What?
Ash glances at my face and smirks at me. “I’m the least recognizable person in the car.”
I glance back over my shoulder and Lips shrugs. “Blaise is obvious but everyone knows the lost O’Cronin heir belongs to me and I’ve been pretty fucking careful about making sure no one ever knows Poe and I are related. We’re never in public together, I avoid the Coldstone charter when they show up in the Bay… it’s hard work but it keeps her safe.”
I still have no fucking clue what they’re all talking about and Harley finally huffs and says, “Lips is the Wolf of Mounts Bay, the fabled fucking assassin and one of the founding members of the Family. You might not recognize her but there’s a few members of the MC that would put shit together and we know all about their rat problem.”
Oh God.
Holy fucking shit.
My stomach bottoms out. "So you're the Wolf of Mounts Bay. Your brother is the Devil, and Posey Graves is your sister. The smiling, cheerful, rainbow of a girl I'm friends with is the single most dangerous person in Coldstone,