Diablo - Patricia A. Rasey Page 0,1
tangled with the damn devil.”
“I wouldn’t go that far, but you did pick a fight with the wrong guy this time.” With a nod of his head, Dante indicated his still-smirking friends. “Just for the record, I wouldn’t pick one with them either.”
Brutus glanced in Gunner and Adrian’s direction. “I don’t suppose I would have fared any better with one of them.”
Dante patted Brutus on the shoulder. “Come on, I’ll buy you a beer.”
He walked Brutus over to his MC brethren and introduced him. “Gunner here is Club P, while the shorter one, Smoke, is our VP.”
Nodding to the bartender, Dante said, “Get my friend Brutus here whatever he wants and put it on my tab. And anything that got broken, drinks that got spilled, I’ll pay for those as well.”
“Thanks, man, but maybe I should pay for those since I was the one who started it.”
“Let’s call it good ol’ boy hospitality from the ones wearing MC cuts.”
“I suppose I deserve that,” Brutus said. The bartender placed a longneck on the bar in front of him. “Thanks for the drink, man.”
Dante nodded in reply, then turned his back on the bar again and resumed his position, his gaze scanning the patrons. Most everyone had gone back to what they were doing before the fight broke out, while a couple of barmaids swept up the glass and mopped the floor.
His gaze stopped on a petite blonde wielding a mop. Her hair nearly reached what looked to be a very fine ass and a waist that couldn’t be much larger than the span of his hands. Dante surely wouldn’t mind seeing just how she’d fit into them. Slender with just the right amount of curve for a man to grab on to. Damn, but she was fucking gorgeous. When she glanced up from her busy work, her dark-blue gaze collided with his. Like the sucker punch he had received earlier, it damn near knocked the breath from him.
Stunning didn’t begin to describe her.
She'd tempt the devil himself, but the bastard would have to get through Diablo first. He wanted first dibs.
But by the way she glared at him, he bet she wouldn’t be up for conversation, let alone a horizontal one-on-one. His dick stirred at the thought of getting her beneath him. Not that he stood a chance in hell of sliding between those slender thighs.
“Hey, butthead,” Gunner said, gathering his attention. “You ready to hit the road?”
Dante shrugged. “Whatever, man. Lead the way.”
“Just got a text while you were having a little fun over there. Viper and Hawk are up from the Oregon chapter. Asked us to meet them at K&K Motorcycles. Time to open shop.”
“You’re Club P.” Dante picked up his glass of whiskey and tossed back the contents. He took one last look at where the blond beauty had been mopping and found her gone. He couldn’t help the fissure of disappointment opening in his long-dead heart. Damn, but her fine ass, ample breasts, and long legs left him wanting. He looked back to Gunner. “Lead the way.”
Brutus held up his longneck as the three of them stepped away from the bar. “Thanks for the beer.”
Dante chuckled. “Next one is on you, big guy.”
“You got it, man,” he heard as they weaved their way through the crowd to their waiting Harley Davidsons parked by the curb.
* * *
Dante swung open the glass and steel doors to the recently built K&K Motorcycles building, his new place of employment. He hadn’t been with the Washington chapter of the Sons of Sangue long, but they wasted little time offering him a job at the motorcycle shop, which he and his brothers had helped build. Now it sat full of clothing, gear, and Harley Davidsons ready to sell. A few custom bikes were displayed along the back wall, built by Kaleb “Hawk” Tepes and some of the men from the Oregon chapter. Those were usually designed with high-end clientele in mind. When it came to design and structure, Kaleb was damn good at it.
Kane and Kaleb, the vampire twins who had started the Sons of Sangue and the head of the Oregon chapter, were direct descendants of none other than Vlad the Impaler, whom Dante had personally met a few of months back. The twins were badass, but the old Romanian ruler was scary as fuck. Dante had watched Vlad take on his own brother, Mircea, single-handedly and without mercy. And although he would’ve liked to have seen him end the son