A Demon's Soul

best fuckin’ tell me why the hell I just hauled ass here,” Finley snaps, her curly dark hair fanned out down her back.
“Holy fuck, who’s the hot livewire?” K-9, one of the guys who’d just moved to the area after getting out of the Army, calls out from behind Finley.
Whipping her head around, “Hot stuff, you couldn’t handle me even if you tried, besides we shoot for the same team.” Fuck me, Finley isn’t one to be trifled with when she’s pissed off.
Younger than me by two years she’s become one hard woman, especially after something went down with her a while back. Finley went from being the cool, laid back chick who wanted nothing more than to catch the next wave, ripping up the boardwalk on her skateboard, and partying at all the clubs.
Yeah, that all changed. She’s become one woman no one messes with.
“Oh, fuck me, does that mean we can tag team a chick together?” Fuckin’ K-9, I swear he thinks with his dick more often than not. I’d seen him at Outlaw Racks easily walking out of the bar with two or three chicks at one time.
“Can we not talk about you and my cousin tag teaming someone? I don’t need the image,” I mutter.
Finley glances from me back to K-9, “Dude, you show me the chick and I’ll think about it.” At this I groan.
“Fuck yeah,” K-9 chuckles.
“Can we get back to the topic at hand?” Nick snaps, gaining Finley’s attention on him.
“Hey, Nick,” Finley says as she moves toward the two of us.
“Finny,” he murmurs in greeting as he holds his arms out to her. She is still family to him and Lisa, no matter who her dad is. “You don’t come around anymore and it’s pissing Lis off not seeing you.”
“Yeah, I know. I will talk to her when I see her. Now tell me why the hell I’m here and not dealing with my own business,” Finley demands.
“It’s about your fuck head of a dad,” I state.
“Why the fuck am I here about Justin? You know I don’t have shit all to do with that sperm donor,” Finley snaps.
“You’re here because I know what you’re into and I’m showing you the respect you deserve as family. You’re here because I wanted to tell you to your face, I intend to put a bullet in Justin’s head after I cut is fuckin’ dick off and feed it to him,” I snarl, my hands clenching into fists at my sides.
“I appreciate you giving me the respect; however, you could have done this over the phone,” Finley mutters.
“No, I couldn’t, and you know that. You need to prepare or are you going to leave all the girls he keeps under his thumb out in the wind for some other fuckhead like Justin to take them on,” I snap.
“Whoa, hold on a minute, son. Did you just say what I think you did?” Nick demands.
I glance around the room as the air fills with even more tension. The club is finally starting to get why I called my cousin here. It will be her choice though whether she decides to take control of her father’s business.
“Fuck.” This comes from Twister as I finally turn my head to meet Nick’s gaze then turn to meet the Prez of the clubs.
“Yeah, I said it. Unlike Justin, Finley may have followed in his footsteps per se but she doesn’t do shit the way he does. The girls in her stables keep their shit the Johns give them. They don’t do drugs and are tested monthly. She also provides housing for them if they need it,” I mutter.
“Lex, you can stop talking about my business now,” Finley snaps.
“Not happening, Fin.”
“Asshole, I’m not playing games here. You’re walking into some dangerous territory. Thank your lucky stars, I left Cedric and Mara-Lee behind when you called.” I know my cousin is getting pissed with the fact I’m outing her shit in front of strangers to her.
“Hold up one fuckin’ minute. Are you the owner of Nights Bliss?” Gadget asks gaining my cousins attention.
“Who wants to know?” Finley shoots back.
“Motherfucker. You are,” Gadget growls, his eyes narrowing on her. “You had one of your girls raped last week when they were taken. Ended up putting a hit out on the fucker that did it, right?”
“Hold on Nights Bliss, the pleasure house?” Horse mutters.
“It’s not a whore house, well technically it is, but it’s more of a safe haven for my girls to be and do their thing. I figure if a woman was going to subject herself to that lifestyle, she needs someone protecting her back.” Finley shrugs.
“Alright, enough. Finley will get to this in a few minutes. Lex, you need to explain to me what the fuck happened to my daughter,” Nick grumbles in frustration.
“Something happened to Kenzie?” Finley demands, her tone harsh as her eyes narrow.
“How about before we hear this, we all sit?” Hunter suggests, having spoken up for the first time since the chaos questionnaire throw down started.
“That might be a good idea,” Twister mutters. “Prospect, bring everyone a beer.”
As everyone sits down, I realize just how many people are here. Most all of the chairs are taken and all eyes are on me while I pace in front of the bar.
“Lex, man, what’s going on?” This time it’s Tanner who asks.
“Today’s my sister and Mackenzie’s birthday,” I sigh.
“Yeah, I know this. What’s that got to do with what’s going on?” he pushes.
“Because I made a deal with the Devil a long time ago in order to not only protect my sister but Mackenzie as well,” I murmur as I close my eyes, my hands braced on my hips I stop pacing tilt my head to the ceiling and let out a painful breath. “What I’m about to say can never reach my sister’s ears. Everything I’ve done since I was fourteen is to protect her and Mackenzie.”
At this I look back to the room, I’m met with nods