Chapter 2

CHAPTER 2

DIABLO

"You're never gonna guess what I just found out."

I look over at Tombstone as he takes a seat at the table my brothers and I are all sitting around.

"What?" Reaper asks, cocking a brow and tilting his beer to his mouth.

It's not often he joins us anymore. Most of the time, if he's out, Ivy's with him, which means he must have done something to piss her off because he didn't look pissed. It's more like amused.

"I just got off the phone with Bethany," Tombstone announces andmotions to one of the waitresses to bring his usual. "She said Ember showed up. Her and Dex ended things, and she's planning on moving home."

"The fuck?" Reaper mutters, straightening. "When did that happen? I talked to her the other day, and she didn't say anything."

"Bethany said she had to coax it out of her." Tombstone shrugs. "I'm just glad she's movin' back this way."

"At least here we can keep an eye on her. Find out what the hell happened. I don't wanna have to kill someone."

When it comes to Reaper's niece, every last one of us knew he'd kill for her. The same goes for Angel and Tombstone. That girl is the last connection they have to her parents.

Out of the corner of my eye, I notice Cerberus stiffen slightly at this news. I didn't think he knew Ember. He wasn't a prospect when she left for college.

"Isn't she some type of paramedic now or something?" Styxx asks.

"Yeah, she's a medic," Tombstone answers, sounding like the proud uncle he is.

"Cool. So, when's she coming?" Leaning back in my seat, I tilt it back on two legs, balancing while looking around the bar.

"Don't know." Tombstone shifts the conversation to the clubhouse. It was in the middle of being renovated after someone bombed it.

It was at least livable. Otherwise, my ass might be couch-surfing at Beast and Bristol's place.

As my brothers talk, I spot a woman stepping through the doors, eyes scanning, looking for someone. I take her in, getting a good look at her. The jeans she's wearing are molded to her legs. The top is simple yet accentuates all the right places. Her tits were just enough to fill the palm, and she looks lost as hell coming in here.

She also looks damn familiar too. A second later, she smiles, and damn if it doesn't trouble me because I know that smile. She walks toward whoever she smiled at, and it hits me.

I know exactly who the fuck she is.

London.

It's been years since I've seen her, but that smile . . . it's one you never forget. She might have been a kid back then when I got to see it every day for six months, but it doesn't matter. It's not something anyone forgets.At least not me.

Beast and I took care to watch out for her and make sure no one touched her, only for her to vanish on us. We found out from one of the cops that she was safe with her dad. After that, I left it alone. All that mattered was that she was happy and secure.

Now, she's here. For whatever reason that may be.

"Yo, Diablo, you listening?" Ghost asks, bringing through my thoughts.

Blinking, I straighten my chair and clear my throat. "Yeah, you were asking me to come help out at the garage." I had at least been half-assed listening.

"Yeah, we need the help."

"I'll be there," I tell him and get to my feet. "I'll check y'all later."

My brothers all give me a strange look as I leave them to their drinks. I make my way toward the back hall where the bathrooms and the office are located. I parked my bike in the back ‘cause I'd come in early to meet with a lawyer who came to discuss some shit about my folks.

It was the last thing I needed to deal with. Seems good old Wayne and Teresa thought they'd try and draw me into their shit. I wasn't gonna let them pull me in. I told the lawyer when he explained he was representing them, I didn't want a damn thing to do with them or whatever had them in a bind. He left looking protruding since he didn't get what he came for. Too bad for him.

I ended up sticking around afterward to have a few beers. Slowly, my brothers had come in one after another. We all sat talking. I didn't fill them in on what happened. They don't need to know about my parents. Only two people know the truth, Reaper and Beast. Probably Scythe because he's always making sure he stays in the know about every damn thing.

I'm just about to pass the bathrooms when someone bumps into me.

"Oops, sorry."

I glance down, and it's none other than London. She tilts her head back, and her eyes widen instantly.

"Damari?" she whispers and takes a step back.

Standing closer to her, I get a better look at her. She can't be more than five and a half feet tall with curves in all the right places.

"Long time," I mutter. "What are you doing here?"

She looks me up and down, eyes stopping on my vest as she answers, "I got a job in town."

"Oh yeah?" Had she moved here?

"Yep, I've been here almost a year now," she says, smiling and looking past me into the bar. "I better get back out there before my friend thinks I left."

"Yeah." I nod.

London goes to step around me but stops, looks back, and smiles. "Maybe we can get together sometime and catch up."

I'm not sure if that would be a good idea or not.

"Here, I'll give you my number," she says, pulling out a sheet of paper and pen. London quickly scribbles her number and hands it to me. "Call me, and we can . . ."

I take the number with no intention of using it. "I'll call you," I lie, shoving it in my pocket and starting to walk toward the back door. I stop and twist my upper body to look back to see her still standing there watching me. "You look good, London. Happy."

"I am," she agrees, smiling.

"Good." Righting myself, I head out into the night, with all intent to forget all about the girl I once knew and the woman she's become.