The Biker's Rules
Date = 26 December
Place = San Francisco (Mel’s house)
POV - Damion
“Mew!”
A blur of black fur launches itself off the shelf and lands squarely on my shoulder, tiny claws digging straight into tender skin.
“Hell!” I yelp, instinctively grabbing the furry missile and holding it up at arm’s length. The kitten spits, hisses, twists like a demon possessed — all sharp teeth and attitude.
He’s small. He is not friendly.
“Hi, little one,” Mel coos, completely unfazed, reaching up to tap the kitten gently on the nose.