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Highway Demons MC Cordelia's Visit
Cordelia double-checked the address on her phone. The little blue dot blinked stubbornly over a patch of road she almost swore led nowhere. But then, just past the turn, the sight hit her like a wall.Chrome glinted under the Nevada sun. Rows of motorcycles, each one gleaming or growling with personality, lined the front of a sprawling brick-and-steel building. Men moved between them like they owned the ground they walked on — broad-shouldered, leather-clad, the kind of presence that didn’t need words to command attention. Tattoos curled over their arms and necks, disappearing beneath black sleeves and cut vests, like living stories inked on muscle.Cordelia had grown up around ranchers and ranch hands, but this was… different. These men weren’t just big. They were massive. Predators in human skin.She clutched the strap of her medical bag tighter and reminded herself — she was here for a reason. One of the members had apparently taken a nasty fall, and the local clinic was short on h
Highway Demons MC What I believe is the truth
Devil hadn’t moved from Haru’s living room in hours.The faint hum of the fridge was the only thing that broke the silence, but even that sound seemed too loud, too wrong. He sat hunched forward on the couch, elbows on his knees, eyes locked on the coffee mug she’d left behind. Half-full. Lipstick smudge faint against the rim.It was proof she’d just been here. Proof she hadn’t left for good.His phone sat heavy in his palm, the screen dark. He’d already called her name more times than he could count—voicemail every damn time. Text after text. No reply.He heard footsteps behind him, the creak of the apartment floorboards. Killer’s voice came low. “You should get back to the clubhouse. Chaos—”“She didn’t leave,” Devil cut him off, his voice sharp and final.Killer didn’t answer right away. Devil could feel the weight of his gaze but ignored it.“She didn’t leave,” he repeated, more to himself than to Killer. “The Vultures… they came through here. Maybe not kicking in the door, but th
Highway Demons MC Empty Hall, Heavy Air
Violet’s heels clicked sharply against the clubhouse’s concrete floor, her jaw set in a line that warned anyone with sense to stay out of her way.Something was off. Everyone had been acting strange since she and Killer got back from New York—shifting conversations when she walked in, exchanging glances they thought she didn’t notice. And Haru… Haru wasn’t answering her calls.Her father was going to give her answers, one way or another.She was halfway down the hallway toward Chaos’s office when a tall figure stepped out from the main lounge.The stranger wore a fresh Highway Demons kutte, the leather still stiff and new, but he carried himself like someone who’d worn colors his whole life. Broad shoulders, sharp jaw, and eyes that took in every detail in a single sweep.“You must be Violet. The princess of the Highway Demons Mc,” he said, offering a small smile.She stopped mid-stride, forcing her voice to soften despite her impatience. “Yeah. I am Violet. Killer's old lady but I am
Highway Demons MC Haru's Gone
The moment Violet hung up, her brows furrowed. She stared down at her phone screen like it might magically change its mind and start ringing. But the silence pressed against her ears, heavy and wrong.“Haru’s not picking up,” she muttered, mostly to herself.Killer, leaning against the worn brick wall of the compound hallway, caught the edge in her tone immediately. His expression didn’t shift, but his mind was already racing. Haru not answering? That was a bad sign. Too bad. And Violet… she didn’t let her voice shake unless she was worried enough to stop hiding it.He pulled out his own phone, flicked it open with a subtle motion, and began typing a message. No one else in the compound needed to hear this. Especially not Violet—not yet. He sent the text to Devil in quick, clipped words:K: Haru unreachable. Violet tried. No answer. Could be trouble. Keep it quiet.The message delivered, but Devil didn’t respond right away. Killer could imagine him reading it, brows furrowing under th
Highway Demons MC Day 3: Reality Slams
The pale morning light crept slowly through the tall windows of their suite, slipping past the soft cream curtains and spilling across the room in muted gold. The city outside was only just waking—distant honks, the faint hum of traffic, a siren somewhere blocks away—but in here, everything was still.Violet was curled up beneath the plush white duvet, one bare shoulder peeking out, her dark hair a messy halo across the pillow. Her breathing was slow and deep, the kind of sleep that came only when she felt safe. Killer sat at the edge of the bed, his hair damp from the shower, the muscles in his back flexing as he leaned forward, elbows braced on his knees. His phone vibrated in his hand.Devil.He frowned. Devil wasn’t one for early-morning calls unless it was urgent. Without glancing at the clock, he swiped to answer, lowering his voice so as not to wake Violet.“Yeah?”Devil’s voice came through rough, like he’d been up all night. “You awake?”“I am now. What’s up?” Killer kept his
Highway Demons MC Blissful Day- Day 2
Sunlight bled lazily through the sheer curtains of the hotel suite, washing the room in a soft, golden glow. The world outside bustled as Manhattan came alive, but inside the cocoon of their luxurious hotel room, time slowed.Violet stirred beneath the silk sheets, her legs tangled with Killer’s. Her head rested on his chest, his steady heartbeat a soothing rhythm that made her smile sleepily. His arm was wrapped protectively around her waist, fingers still resting on the curve of her back like he never let go during the night.She blinked, adjusting to the soft light, and lifted her head to look at him.His eyes were already open—watching her.“Good morning, Mrs. Cruz,” he murmured, voice rough from sleep.Violet’s smile widened. “Good morning, Mr. Cruz.” She leaned up and kissed him, slow and sweet, her fingers sliding into his messy hair.“Last night was...” he trailed off, letting out a low breath. “Perfect.”She hummed in agreement and rested her forehead against his. “Let’s make
Highway Demons MC Long Lost Daughter
It’s kind of funny, seeing the supposedly scary man in front of me turn into a statue after I told him he was my big brother. Still, I keep my stone-cold mask on and glare at him.After a minute or so, he recovers and glares back.“I don’t have a sister.”Too bad he doesn’t sound very convinced by
Highway Demons MC Cameron aka 'Killer'
Hard music fills the overcrowded, dimly lit clubhouse. My brothers are fucked up, like always... fucking women on tables, getting blowjobs, having threesomes on the floor, and doing lines of coke. I sit at the bar, watching the chaos from a distance.My Prez, Devil, sees me and takes the seat next
Highway Demons MC Nightmare
The cement floor I’m lying on is cold. I shiver and try to ignore the black spots forming in my vision. My whole body hurts, and I let out a small whimper. The welts on my legs are infected, and pus is dripping from them. I know I need a doctor, but Sir only calls one when the wounds are life-threa
Highway Demons MC Violet Larkson
I slowly park my Forty-Eight Harley Davidson on the side of the nearly empty street. A broken streetlight flickers above my head, while the rest are completely off. The street is quiet, except for the snoring of a homeless man sleeping in the alley a few feet away. At least, I think it’s a man.I g
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