Page 42 of Demon Rider

“You should have been faster,” Zeke shoots back.

“He flashed cash at her,” Milo argued.

Kristina laughed, warm and bright, and I swear it hit me harder than the whiskey.

She twisted slightly, facing me more fully. Her gaze connects with mine, and my heart lurches in my chest; my Reaper snarls at me that I get to have her tonight, and not him.

“Why didn’t you dress up as something more creative?” She asked, eyeing my black tee, my cut, and the faint smear of fake blood on my forearm.

I shrugged. “I’m a biker.”

She raised a brow. “Wow. So creative.”

“Hey,” I said, nudging her hip lightly. “I added the blood and my Scythe.”

“That’s my lipstick and you bought that at costume store.”

“Details.”

She shook her head, smiling into her drink. “You’re impossible.”

“And you like me anyway.”

“Yeah,” she said quietly. “I really do.”

I felt it. Right in the center of me.

Rupert noticed, of course. “Look at you two,” he said. “All cute and shit. It’s disgusting.”

“Jealousy doesn’t look good on you.” Kristina flips him off without turning around.

Huck barked a laugh. “She’s got you pegged, man.”

“Shut up,” Rupert muttered, but he was grinning.

They all see my woman as a sister. Thanks to her, they now get proper meals every day and have clean clothes and bedding.

Kristina leaned back against me again, settling comfortably. Her fingers traced the tattoos on my arm, slow and absentminded, like she didn’t even realize she was doing it. But I did. Every damn second.

“You having fun?” I asked her, keeping my voice low so it was just for her.

She nodded. “Yeah. More than I expected.”

“Good,” I said. “I want you to enjoy being here. You panned all of this baby; you should be proud. I know I am”

“Me too,” Zeke calls. “Best Halloween yet.” He raises his bottle to my woman.

“I didn’t do much. Just booked some things.”

“You went beyond, babe. Own it.”

“Fine.” She sighs dramatically.

I brushed my thumb along her hip, gentle. “You look good tonight.”

“You already told me that.” she is dressed as a sexy nurse, because I told her one time that I had a fantasy about being with a naughty nurse.

“I’m telling you again.”