"Because only a demon could recognize an angel when he saw one."
Wolf was the Devil's Henchmen MC's greatest asset. He was their killer.
People feared him because of what he would do for his club.
He wasn't an average man. He felt no remorse, no gui...
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I hadn't seen Wolf in three days... seventy two hours... four thousand three hundred and twenty seconds... but who was counting... definitely not me.
I knew that he had things he had to do with or for the club, and the more time I spent thinking about it and what he could be possibly doing, the more I started to worry. I wasn't stupid enough to think he was delivering cookies like a grown up Boy Scout, which made my conversation with Deanna bounce around my head day and night.
I had thought about it all, wondering if he was a killer or not, and if he was just how many people had he killed for the club or for himself...
I knew about his father, he hadn't hidden that from me. But I couldn't shake the feeling that he was leaving so many things unsaid, I had seen enough TV shows to know that I wouldn't be able to have all the details.
If I was being honest, I don't think I want all the details.
The Devil's Henchmen weren't just a group of motorcycle enthusiasts. They were outlaws, and you don't become an outlaw by following the rules.
It was easier to accept that Wolf killed people for his club than I had thought it would be. I had thought that I would have been outraged and disgusted, but I just couldn't match up the persona of a killer to the man that I knew. Sure he was rough around the edges, but I just couldn't see him as a killer. Maybe I was just deluding myself because I didn't want to see him as a killer.
He was Wolf, my Wolf...
"Ugh! I can't believe they have Ratchet in here tonight." I jumped at the sound of Dea's groan. She raised a brow at me. I shrugged.
"Who are you talking about?" she draped her arms over the nurse's station desk.
"Nurse Ratchet." She nodded her head towards our superior. I snorted.
"Dea."
"What? She is a bitch." She said with an innocent face. I rolled my eyes.
"She's doing her job."
"Which is something you should be doing, so what had you so distracted." Dea asked propping her head on her hand.
"Wolf." I sighed. Deanna smiled brightly.
"Did he call?" I shook my head no. "Then what?"
I glanced around making sure that there wasn't anyone listening into our conversation. I shifted closer to her, thankfully I didn't need to explain anything to Dea who straightened herself out and lent forward.
"I know he's a killer." I whispered. She nodded softly. "And it doesn't freak me out... why?"
Dea put her hand on my shoulder. "Love."
I nearly choked on my spit. "Love?"
Dea nodded. "Yep! Welcome to the club, we have jackets."
