Page 63 of Rain or Shine
“You’re up for it.” He nods. “Why wait for the sheriff's department to escort him off the property?" He chuckles, straightening. "I’ve been waiting for a chance to give him hisown beat down for fucking attacking my sister," he says, flexing his fists. "Asshole needs to learn a lesson."
"Exactly." Nodding, I ask, "When do you want to do this?"
"Got time now," he answers, rolling his shoulders.
“Yeah, I’ve got time, but I rode with Maddox here.”
“We’ll take my truck,” Mammon grunts with a nod. “Then let's get this shit taken care of." Mammon starts for the office, and I grin.
After what happened to Della, I've learned one thing about the Fallen Demons MC, they don't play around, nor do they go at things alone.
Banging on the door, anger I've felt for what Philip did to Delaney boils in my veins now, where it's simmered ever since that day I saw the damage he’d done to my woman. It doesn’t matter that at the time she wasn’t mine. She went through the pain he put her through because of me. If I hadn’t been an ass toward her that day, he wouldn’t have had the chance to put his hands on her in the first place.
"Open the damn door," I call out, slamming my fist against the door.
I know the man is home. His car is parked right out front instead of in the garage.
"Hold the fuck on," I hear him call from the other side before the door is yanked open.
Philip's eyes go wide when he sees me standing on the doorstep, flanked by Mammon. His face pales further when he takes in the others standing farther back.
"Remember me, asshole?" I ask, stepping forward, blocking him from trying to close the door in my face.
"What the fuck do you want?" he asks, trying to act like he’s some tough guy, but his voice gives him away by cracking slightly.
"Little birdie told me you haven't been paying your weekly rent and that you’re being evicted." I shove him back into the house, prowling in behind him. The place reeks of stale beer and cigarettes. Mammon follows me inside, leaving the door wide open to let fresh air in.
"You have no right to come in here like this," Philip stammers.
"Now that you don't have a woman to intimidate, you're not as ballsy as you think you are," I point out and move into his space, my hands gripping his shirt. "We're here to deliver a message," I say, my voice low and controlled despite the rage burning through me. "You're going to pack your shit and leave town. Today."
I give him a forceful shove, sending him back several steps.
Philip hits the wall, his eyes darting between all of us. "You can't just?—"
"Can't just what?" Mammon steps forward, getting in his face. "Can't tell you to stay the fuck away from my family? Can't tell you that if you don't get the hell out of town that I'll put you in the ground? You fucked with the wrong woman. The only reason you’re getting this visit now is because of her. She didn’t want me to come sooner, like I wanted to. If I had, your ass would be dead, and she damn well knew it. It’s because of my sister you’re breathing. However, if I’d known you were still messing with her, I wouldn’t have held back this long. That shit ends now."
"That little slut?—"
I cross the short distance between us, slamming my fist into his jaw before he can finish that sentence. The satisfying crunch of bone against my knuckles sends a surge of adrenaline through me. Philip bounces against the wall, blood already trickling from his split lip.
"Say that again," I growl, rolling my shoulder as I prepare to hit him again. "I dare you."
Philip sneers, eyes narrowing in defiance. "She's nothing more than a cock tease and whore?—"
I don't let him finish. My fist connects with his face again, harder this time. The impact sends him sprawling onto the floor. Blood sprays across the stained carpet as he scrambles backward, hands raised in a feeble attempt to protect himself.
Mammon steps forward, crouching down to Philip's level. "Listen carefully, because I'm only going to say this once. You're going to pack whatever shit you can carry, get in your car, and get the fuck out of Saddle Ridge. If I ever see your face again, I won't hesitate to kill you, and no one will find your body. You can count on that."
Philip spits blood onto the floor. "You can't just?—"
"We can," Mammon snarls, wrapping his hand around Philip's throat. "You know who the Fallen Demons are?" he asks, squeezing tighter. "You fuck with one, you fuck with all. We take care of ours. Come near my sister again, contact her in any way, and I'll see to you taking your last breath. It's not a threat. It's a motherfucking promise."
Tossing him aside, Mammon straightens and looks at me. "You got anything else you want to say to him?"
"Think you said all that needed to be said," I grunt, flexing my fist. I didn't need to look at them to know the skin is torn from the blows I got in. Looking down at the asshole on the floor, I ask, "You gonna get out of town?"
"Yeah," Philip croaks, nodding.
