The sound of an engine rumbling outside the compound gates was enough to send the entire Highway Demons clubhouse into alert. Usually, that sound meant trouble — rival MCs, police raids, or some poor bastard coming to beg forgiveness.
But this time, the tension melted into murmurs of anticipation. Everyone knew who it was.
The moment the matte-black SUV rolled in, followed by the unmistakable growl of Devil’s Harley, the men straightened up. Some tried to act busy; others just grinned knowingly.
“Here comes Daddy Demon,” RT muttered, earning a snort from Blade.
“Careful,” Flint warned under his breath. “He’s been running on three hours of sleep since the hospital. He’ll kill you with a look if you breathe wrong near the baby.”
The patch members who heard cracked a laughter.
The SUV d
