Demon & Angel (Hell Raiders Mc book 1)

I was never the "damsel in distress" type of girl. I was taught to carry and defend myself. I was never the girl who needed saving... At least that's what I thought. But life has a way of twisting your words around and making you second-guess who you really are. For instance, one of those moments is now. Standing here, while life bits me in the ass, as I'm about to be forced to do something I never thought I'd ever do in my life again... Run to the family I left behind years ago for help. Before I left this place five years ago, I swore I'd never return. Holding my little girl in one arm, my other three children stand behind me, looking terrified. I see that all eyes are on us, but one pair catches my attention until it's interrupted by a throat being cleared. Taking my gaze from the darkest, but gorgeous man I've ever seen, I turn my attention to the person standing in front of me. "Hey dad," I say to the man now staring at me wide-eyed, like he's seen a ghost. Once he gets his emotions under control, he finally speaks. "What the hell happened to you, Angel?" "Is there a place we can talk, dad?" "I'll explain everything," I tell him, as I lower my head like the coward I have become. Tears pull at my eyes. Hearing a gasp, I look around, only to see it's my mother. She runs to me and takes me in her arms, but all I can do is stiffen and groan in pain. A sob works its way up, and before I know it, I'm holding on to my mother like a lifeline. I'm safe; we're safe. My mom is here, and now everything just feels alright. "Mama," I cry into her hair. "It's okay, baby girl. You're alright, all of you." She tells me in her soothing motherly voice that I have missed so much. Remembering where I am, I look over my mother's shoulder to my father with what looks like tears glistening in his eyes "We need to talk; let's go, now!" He snaps, right back to the biker prez he truly is. Letting go of Mom, "Would you like to hold your grandbaby?" I ask her, and she looks at me in surprise as tears threaten to spill, once more. “Yes, you go to your father, and Meme will get her grand babies some milk and cookies," she says, watching as the kids take off to follow after my mother. Only Jax is left standing next to me. "I'm not leaving you, ma," he tells me, taking my hand. At six-teen, this boy has seen things no kid should see. His twin sister either. But the first time Jackson laid a hand on me, Jax and Jessie were both there to doctor me up, and even on the occasion when I tried to hide it, they knew. Squeezing Jax's hand and giving a weak smile, we make our way into my father's office.