Saved by the Devil (Devils Arms Book 3)

cutting his hair.
One day they’d been sitting in the living room after another night of her night terrors. Jazzy was still crying and he’d been holding her. He must have fallen asleep because when he woke up, she had been brushing his hair with her little comb. At the time it was only just reaching his shoulders, but it had calmed her down and after a little while she’d been asleep on the couch. He’d decided then and there to let his hair grow and he hadn’t cut it short since. These fuckers could give him shit about his hair all they wanted because he didn’t give a shit what they thought about it.
“Ah, yeah, I hear she’s been asking Star to take her to get her nose pierced,” Frankie snickered.
“Yeah, that’s not fucking happening,” Peanut grunted. If she’d wanted her ears pierced, he might have been okay with it, but she was way too young to pierce her nose. Maybe when she was eighteen but not when she was nine years old.
“Figured, but it was funny that she’s asking. When that girl hits puberty you are going to have your work cut out for you, I’d bet. She is gonna be a real pistol.” Frankie didn’t hide his shit-eating grin and Peanut wanted to punch him.
He likely would have if he wasn’t afraid that Frankie was correct. It boiled down to the fact that she didn’t really have a female role model. Sure, she had Star and the other old ladies from the club, but none of them were around as much as a young girl trying to find her footing needed. Which was why the Brenna situation was so damned fucked up. It didn’t escape his notice that Brenna did have a nose ring. It was odd considering her being a bank teller, but Brenna had a bit of a funky side to her which was why he’d thought she would do well with Jazzy in the first place. Damn him and his dick to hell. Peanut couldn’t help the heavy sigh that escaped him as he rolled his eyes and stomped into the conference room.
He headed over to the chair he typically sat in that was near the wall on the other side of the room. The large room was set up like an old fashioned meeting room with chairs around the outside of the room which were filled with lower members of the inner circle. The middle of the room held a table with about twenty chairs around it which were for officers and head members of the club. Just about every fully patched member was already in the room. Not surprising since he was pushing being late because of his indecision about where Jazzy would stay earlier tonight.
He nodded to Diablo who was standing near his seat chatting with Viking. Diablo grunted a greeting. Viking nodded at him and included him in the conversation. He chatted with Diablo and Viking about a run they were going out on next week.
Irritated by the sound of rhythmic tapping, he glanced over to see where the annoying sound was coming from. He noted that Phoenix was tapping the table while looking at the door every five seconds like he couldn’t wait to get out of this meeting. Sin, his old lady, had just come back from her annual week-long visit with her father and brothers. He was likely still recovering from the separation. Every year for the last three they’d dealt with him acting like a damned bear for seven days while she was gone.
Sin had forbidden him to go with her after her first visit home. He’d growled at anyone who touched her and had gotten into four fights before their weekend stay was up. Sin had decided that instead of causing a war between the two clubs she would go alone to her visits. Phoenix didn’t like it, but he let her do whatever she wanted because he loved her. Well that and the fact that Sin would do whatever the hell she wanted anyway.
Peanut had been a little shocked at how hard the big lug had fallen for Sin. After the shit that had gone down about nine years ago with some bitch that killed his kid in the womb, nobody had expected Phoenix to fall in love with any woman, much less one like Sin who took him to task every chance she got. Hell, that letter he’d written to her that she’d left in the clubhouse was still infamous.
Diablo headed over to the head table and sat down next to Rage. Peanut rubbed his hand along the back of his neck, leaning back to rest his head against the wall behind him waiting on Rage to call church to order. There was a slight commotion at the door making him look up to see Chains had walked in followed by two men he didn’t recognize. He sat up, surprised to see anyone who wasn’t a part of the club here. Typically, that wasn’t allowed because only club members attended church.
“Good, everyone’s here. Take your seats gentleman, we have a lot of shit to go over,” Rage said calling the meeting to order. Diablo looked around the room, his eyes observant. Chains sat down near them after showing the two men to the front of the room. Curiosity had Peanut leaning forward in his seat watching the younger of the two men stare out at them with apprehension. His dark brown hair fell into his eyes and he nervously shoved it back and shifted from foot to foot.
Everyone was seated and looking at the two men who were obviously not part of the club. Peanut again wondered what they were doing here. It was very odd with everything going on that Rage had two strangers at this meeting. His eyes moved over to the older man who had salt and pepper