***Jagger***
I should be mad as fuck and telling her to retract her wings but she’s damn stunning. Her face is flushed from the intensity of the way we made love and those eyes are burning with feelings she just voiced. She’s right there with me. So, no, I can’t blame her one damn bit because it seems her wings are connected with her feelings.
Though I know Tessera told me that Nixie put a protection spell in place to ward off Demons. She even made all the girls hold hands to channel strength from Eliana who is half Witch. Tessera mentioned she could feel the tingles of magic slide through her too. I think Nixie was smart to have all the sisters hold hands because Tria also holds magic. Each of them might be from different kind of Paranormals, but their connection is solid. It might strengthen the spell to make it more powerful.
“Come on, let’s go inside,” I murmur and stand up, carrying her with me.
The feel of her wings surrounding me is as if she’s got two sets of arms that hug me close. But when she lifts her head and opens her eyes, catching a glimpse of those stunning white feathers, she starts to panic.
I soften my voice. “Easy, love. It’s too late now, and remember, Nixie put a protection spell up, it will hold them off. But just to be safe, we need to go inside.”
She hangs her head and that just doesn’t sit well with me. “I love every fucking inch of you and those wings are gorgeous as fuck. As far as I’m concerned, you should never hide them. Even if you attract Demons, let them fucking come. We’ll face them head on. No one should ever hide their true appearance. You saw how each and every one of my guys protected you and that’s how it’ll always be. And if you’re worried...then we’ll talk with Nixie to see if she can maybe make a spell or knows something to subdue or hide the beacon that flares up when your wings come out. That way we can have them swing out without you giving me that look because it’s crushing me. Church is where we go to talk freely without anyone being able to listen in. We’ll make our bedroom into our safe haven to enjoy ourselves without having to think of anything else, full fucking surrender, okay?”
I place her on her feet and close the door behind us. She gives me a shy smile. “Together we’ll face all the madness life throws at us.”
“Damn right,” I promise, and roughly crash our mouths together.
The kiss doesn’t last long. The interruption comes in the form of a bellow that flows through the clubhouse. I recognize Theon’s voice and know instantly why. The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end because of it.
“Demons,” I say to Tessera and grab a pair of jeans to put on along with my leather cut and boots.
Tessera rushes to throw on clothes. “It was me, dammit. No more sex until we solve this shit,” she grumbles.
If there wasn’t an unknown treat of how this outcome would be, I would fucking laugh it off. Right now, though? Fucking frustrating.
“There’s no damn way we’re giving up sex. We discussed this and I’ll handle it.” I swing the door open and wait for her to almost pass me when I add, “Please stay inside and don’t do anything selfish. You know it’s you they want. Trust me, and the club you belong to now.”
There’s a tiny smile tugging her lips that makes my chest squeeze. She brushes her lips against my cheek and whispers, “You’re mine, Jagger. I will always trust, and follow, you blindly.”
Fucking hell. “You complete me, Angel.” I cup her face. “So. Damn. Perfect,” I add on a whisper as she leans into my touch.
I hate to break the moment but we need to see what the hell is going on. Doors open left and right, brothers rushing to the main room of our clubhouse. Alastair, Caius, Os, and their Old Ladies are already there.
“That outlaw is out there...the Prez of Death by Reaper MC, Demon Charter. He’s out there challenging you,” Theon tells me as his eyes go back to the window.
“Everyone should stay inside,” Nixie says, Caius has her tucked underneath his arm. “The spell is holding up, he can’t come in here.”
“I need to kill him,” Tria grumbles. “He sent those Demons who killed my sister, he needs to die.”
“Let Jagger handle this, Tria. Please, stay out of this, I can’t lose you too. I just freaking found you again,” Tessera pleads.
“As long as the head of that fucker out there bounces nicely off his shoulders and onto the ground, I have no problem with staying inside. But if no one will make that possible, then I’m out of here,” Tria vows.
Tessera locks eyes with me and I can see the worry in her eyes. I’ve already told her about the fury of a Fae, once they have something set in their mind there’s nothing or no one who can change that shit.
“Come and face me, Prez,” a dark voice bellows from outside.
Tria’s eyes flame red, ears pointy and popping out from underneath her long red hair while her hands are turning into claws. Yeah, if she wants to go outside and face that Demon? No one in this damn room would be able to contain her.
“Stay here,” I snap to everyone. “I’m going to open the door but I need for everyone else to shut the fuck up and let me do the talking.”
Dammit, again with the feeling as if I’m being watched. I step closer to Tessera and mutter, “He’s here.”
Her eyes widen but she doesn’t say anything, she just gives me a slight nod in understanding. Fuck, I just know her grandfather is tuned in again and I don’t know if this is such a good thing. Like Tessera mentioned before...if he was watching a few times he would already have done something by now. Not knowing if it’s an extra threat or a concerned family member is the kind of thing we don’t need right now. Especially with a Demon on my doorstep.
Time to get this over and done with, face the fucking problems instead of shoving them away. I swing the door open and make sure to stay inside. The sly smile spreading on his face gives me the knowledge this Demon knows damn well I ain’t coming out.
His broad shoulders and the size of him indicate why this one is Prez of the Demon Charter. He looks like he could take half the world on his back and hold it with one damn hand while fighting for the other half. Even so, it would never have me doubting to fight for what’s mine, but it’s always good to assess your enemy with open eyes and do your damnedest not to make a single mistake when it comes to facing this one.
“You have something I’m after. Two things actually, and I suggest you hand them over.” The guy’s voice is sheer domination.
He doesn’t even have backup, he’s just standing there all alone with a custom black bike behind him.
“I appreciate the bike there...” I wave my hand to indicate that I have no clue what the fucker’s name is and continue. “If you weren’t after my Old Lady I would like to discuss that badass one.”
He crosses his muscled arms over his leather covered chest. “It’s Vike. And what the fuck do you mean I’m after your Old Lady?”
“Jagger.” I nod. “You’re here for the Angel you sensed, right?”
A sly smile spreads his face. “Are you tellin’ me a Vampire mated with an Elite? Sell that fucking fairytale to your grandma, fucker. ‘Cause I ain’t buyin’ it.”
I keep my eye on him while calling for my woman. “Tessera.” I feel her stepping closer to me, putting an arm around my waist as I pull her close. “This is my Old Lady. Take a fucking whiff if you don’t believe me at my fucking word.”
His chest expands and curses fill the air. He takes a step forward but my view is blocked when a large man dressed in black leather pants, large leather boots, and a white billowing shirt steps in between us. The guy looks like a damn musketeer.
“You shall not harm my granddaughter, do we have an understanding?” If Vike’s voice was sheer domination...Tessera’s grandfather has such superiority, it will trump any word voiced against him.
“Ah, now that explains it. She’s yours, Azrael. Finally catching up on the slipup, nice one, Azrael. Good timing too.” Vike’s eyes twinkle as if he was just handed a nice fat paycheck. “Well, I did mention there were two things I was after, so I’ll compensate and give this one up. But seeing I’m dealing with you now...you do understand why I can’t let the other one slip through my damn fingers, yeah? I will need for you to stay out of it.”
“Yes, I understand it will be best for everyone. I won’t interfere if you keep your word,” Azrael states.
“You have my word. No harm will come to her from my kind, I will mark her beacon as untouchable,” Vike promises.
What the fuck is happening? Why is that Demon following the Elite’s order?
“As I will keep my word,” Azrael promises and disappears as easy as how he appeared.
“Well, that was fun.” Vike chuckles but it soon fades, his face grows serious. “Seeing I respect an Old Lady, and just so you know...I wasn’t aware she was yours when I got here. But Azrael also just made sure she’s off limits. Now about the other one....”
“I’m assuming you’re talking about me,” Tria’s voice rings out from my right.
I glance over to see she’s opened a window and is standing there glaring at Vike. Smart to stay inside but not so smart to confront the fucker this way.
“Well, well, well. You’re breathtaking in person, little firefly.” This is the first time his voice doesn’t sound fierce and dominating. “Why don’t you step outside? You and I have a little business to settle.”
“My sister isn’t going anywhere,” Tessera snaps, drawing Vike’s attention back to us.
His eyebrow shoots toward the sky. “Sister?” Turning his gaze back to Tria, he says, “I thought the only sister you had was the rip-off version of you. You know...the one with the big mouth. Though I must admit, seeing you with my own eyes clearly shows me you’re the exquisite one.” He winks, making Tria’s eyes widen as he adds, “You mind telling me why a Phoenix has an Elite for a sister? Or did you two just buddy up or something?”
“None of your damn business,” Tria snaps. “Wait. How do you know about my twin being a Phoenix? Is she alive? Your guy didn’t kill her? Tell me and I might let you live if she’s still alive.”
Vike tips his head back and laughs, shaking his head while locking eyes with Tria again. “Now, now, little firefly. Those are some mighty words coming from a little thing like you.”
A deadly smile spreads Tria’s face. What happens next is too fast for my eyes, so the only thing I see is Vike’s head whipping to the left while blood sprays from four deep gashes on his cheek. Vike rumbles a harsh growl, making the gravel underneath his boots shake.
Tria, on the other hand, is already standing inside again, in front of the window in the same spot, as if she didn’t just blink in and out to smack his face. She’s studying her fingernails, raising her eyebrow at Vike while asking sweetly, “You were saying?”
“Motherfucker,” Vike growls. “A fucking Phoenix mixed with Fae. Surprising, and just too fucking good to be true.”
“Answer my damn question because your statement is old news.” Tria sneers. “Tell me how you know my twin is a Phoenix.”
Vike grips his shirt with both hands and rips it open, showing his inked up, muscled chest. I hear all the women gasp around me and it’s not from the damn muscles. This fucker is a Demon who can show visions through his skin. He’s giving us a peek at what seems like a tattoo of a spider web window, behind it is the face of Dio. Dio’s face is inked on his chest but it seems like her eyes are moving, finding Tria’s gaze. Her mouth opens as if she wants to speak but Vike closes his shirt.