Courtney POV. I pack my clothes, toiletries, and things I will need to stay where ever I will be. “Is there anything else you need, darlin?” One of the men called Snake asks as he zips up the third suitcase. I look around my bedroom and sigh. I grab my pillow and leave the room. Walking back down stairs dad is on the phone, and I sit down on the sofa. I type an email to work and tell them I will be working from home for the foreseeable. I don’t think the club will allow me to leave. I’m an artist. My designs have been used worldwide for various things, from signage, to decals for cars and bikes, to book covers. I need my iPad and laptop. I can’t just do nothing while I’m imprisoned. So may as well make money. Momma bought the house and so I don’t have to worry about that. The door bell rings and the men all drawn their guns and I sigh as I stand again when my dad grabs my arm and shakes his head no. “Courtney darling, are you ok?” I sigh and look at him and roll my eyes. “One minute Mrs Johnson.” I look at my dad, and he nods his head once as I move and open the door. “Oh Courtney dear, are you ok?” she asks as she looks around me and into the living room. “Oh hi Mrs Johnson, what can I help you with?” I say to her and she looks sadly at me and pulls me into a hug. My arms are at my side. I slowly hug her back. “Everything will be ok, sweetheart. I know she loved you very much. You could see it whenever you were both together. If you need anything, call me.” I nod my head. I won’t I don’t even have her number or need her being a nosey bastard. “Thanks, look I have to go. I have a lot to sort out. Have a nice day.” I say as I prepare to close the door. “Are you in some sort of trouble?” I stop closing the door and look at her and she smirks, looking at the bikes. “No, those belong to long-time friends of my momma. They are here to …” Why am I explaining to this nosey old bat? “Never mind, I have to go. Take care, bye Mrs Johnson.” I shut the door and see my dad and the guys looking and me in different stages of amusement. I groan and move away from the door. “She seems nice.” Dad says and I just give him a pointed look. “She is a nosey ole biddy who has nothing better to do than gossip. Momma was always nice to her, but me, not so much.” I say, and Snake chuckles. “Ruthless.” He says as he hands my suitcases to the other two. One is called Storm, and the other is called Dagger. Where do they come up with these names? I learnt my dad is called Hunter Wolf Harrison. Morrison was my momma’s maiden name. His club is called the Devil’s Army. Why are all the names associated in some way or other to the Devil? I suppose it makes them sound scary. “Ok you ready to go?” Dad asks me. I’m not ready, but I suppose I have to be now more than ever until he finds out who these people are. And why they have recruited the help of the Devil’s Warriors. I leave the house and walk to the garage with my momma’s keys in my hand. I open the garage and walk to her baby. Her Ford Ranger Raptor. Momma loves big American trucks, whereas me, I like the classic American muscle cars, the Dodge Challenger. You can never go wrong with a bit of American muscle. I hit the fob and the Raptor beeps. I move to the trunk and open it up and the men place my things inside. A low whistle makes me turn my head as Storm runs his hand up over the smooth, sleek lines of my car. “Now that right there is a work of art.” He says and I smile at him and walk closer to him. “Yeah, she is. She is my baby. The first car I bought with my first paycheck. She didn’t look like this when I got her. I worked long and hard getting her to this stage. Complete overhaul with her body, chassis, and engine.” I say to him and he looks at me and blinks rapidly. “Wait, you built her from the bare bones?” He asks in awe, and I smile and nod my head. “Sure did. Momma always said I’m not just a pretty face, even when it was covered in grease and oil.” I say, and he smiles at me and winks at me. I don’t feel uncomfortable with him or any of them. “I dismantled my first engine when I was seven years old and put it back together. Momma taught me that, too.” I say remembering the memory of us both sitting on the dirt covered ground both in dirty dungarees grease on our hands and faces as we both dismantled it together so she could teach me. Her long red wavy hair was in a loose, messy bun on top of her head. Her gold chain around her neck with the wedding ring inside her white vest top. “Will she stay here?” Storm asks me, and I know why they call him Storm. He has blonde hair and silver eyes. I nod my head. “She will, until the danger has passed, then I will come back for her.” I say and I pat the roof of her and walk towards momma’s truck and climb in to the driver’s seat. Storm helps buckle me up even though I can do it myself and he shuts the door. He steps back and directs me to reverse out of the garage. Once a distance away, I press the fob to close the garage. I look at the house and sigh. I will be back soon, hopefully before my bean is born. I reverse onto the street and my dad is on his bike in front of me, Storm on my left, Snake on the right, and Dagger behind me. I follow my dad. I turn on the stereo and sing along to the music that is playing Post Malone and Morgan Wallen. I Had Some Help. Momma and I love Morgan Wallen and Post Malone. I sing to the lyrics, tapping my hands on the steering wheel, and can see my momma as we both sing and bum shuffle in our seats, doing little dances. I smile. So many happy memories with her. The sun is bright in the sky as I follow behind my dad. I sing loudly and nod my head along to the song, shrugging my shoulders. I turn my head and see Storm watching me. He is waving his hands in the air as he rides, and I chuckle at him. He is crazy. I look to the right and see Snake doing the Vogue moves by his face. Nutters. After four days of driving, sleeping in crappy motels, and eating junk food. We finally pull into what looks like a parking lot with bikes parked up front. There is a working garage. Men and women are either working or lazing around. I park the truck and shut off the engine. My heart is beating loudly as I look at the building. The men and woman all stand and look towards the truck. I gulp. Not liking this one bit. My dad walks to my side and opens the door. “Welcome home, princess.” He says and I look at him and then back at the growing crowd. He offers me his hand, and I ignore it and climb down by myself. My hand goes to my bump, and he walks with me side by side. I look at the people here and I can hear whispers. “She looks like Caitlyn.” “He found her. The crazy son of a b***h found her.” I walk through the doors and there are a lot of people here. Men and woman all drinking and having a good time. “Listen up everyone. This is my daughter Courtney Nevaeh Morrison. She is the rightful princess of this club. You will all show her respect. Today is still a day of mourning, but also a day of celebration. We will remember Caitlyn and we will celebrate the return of our daughter. Your princess. CHEERS!” my dad shouts and the room erupts in cheers. I was not expecting this. People come and offer me their condolences and the ole ladies hug me and compliment me on my beauty. The party is in full swing and I’m so overwhelmed. They all seem like nice people, even dad. The club house doors open and I hear it, the voice I never will forget. “DADDY!” I see her as she runs on sky high heels towards … My dad. Oh, hell no! she isn’t, no f*****g chance. That w***e is my … I throw up a little. She is my sister?! I stiffen as she hugs him and a man hugs her. But it’s not her I’m looking at. It’s the man who is stuck in a trance, looking from my eyes to my bump. The one I thought loved me the same way I loved him. Kaden Venom Frost, my ex.