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“C hurch. Now.”

God growled the words as he stalked through the clubhouse, heading toward the back of the building to the room they held their meetings in. He was furious, proven by the way his eyes were a deep red in color and small flames licked across his body. The President of the Demon Guardians MC always kept his emotions in check, so seeing the signs of his anger had all of the patched members moving quickly.

Turning back to look at them, God narrowed his eyes and ground out, “Just my officers.”

Over half of the room stopped and went about their business, whether it be drinking or talking to one of the club bunnies they would be fucking soon. It was early, so everyone still had their clothes on, but that wouldn’t be the case in an hour or two, not with the way the women were already all over the club members.

The club was made up primarily of demons, but they did have a couple of mixed breeds. Heaven, one of the enforcers, was a demoness, but she also had some shifter blood in her. Her father was a demon, her mother a tigress. And their Road Captain, Zion, was part demon, part dragon. He had no clue who his parents were. He was raised in an orphanage in the demon realm by caretakers who didn’t know a whole hell of a lot about shifters. He fought against the animal he shared his soul with, hating that part of him, which made him one crazy mother fucker.

Saint threw back his shot of whiskey, slammed the glass down on the bar, and rose to his feet. He didn’t know what had the Prez so pissed off, but as God’s Sergeant at Arms, he definitely needed to be in that room when shit went down.

“What the hell?” Rapture snarled from beside him, setting his own glass down and standing.

“No idea. Let’s go.”

They were the last two through the door, and Saint shut it behind them, locking them all in. No one outside the walls would know what they were discussing, because not only was the place soundproof, but a sorcerer friend of Priest’s had placed enchanted threads around the room so no one could use magic to eavesdrop on them or enter their sanctuary.

Saint took his seat at the sound of the gavel and crossed his arms over his broad chest as he waited for his Prez to speak.

“We have a situation,” God bit out, his large hands closed in tight fists on the table. “The king contacted me. A human woman’s been stolen from her cougar mate by a demon. He is asking for our help.”

Saint’s jaw hardened, his eyes darkening as he growled, “When?”

“It happened late last night. The king’s men still haven’t been able to find her.”

“Where the fuck are my brothers?” Saint demanded, wondering why Daegan, Draxian, and Darius hadn’t stepped up to find the bastard. Granted, the king called on them to help in situations like this sometimes, because that was what his MC did. They helped the innocent and made the fuckers who hurt them suffer. But something like this, where the situation had been taken to the king instead of his club first, his brothers normally handled.

A muscle ticked in God’s jaw as he said, “Seems your brother Darius has gone against the Demon King and the rest of your family. I don’t know the full story, but Daegan and Drax have been hunting him. Sounds like your sister has been looking for him too.”

What the fuck? Desdemona was hunting down his brother, Darius? Desi didn’t need to be doing anything like that. She was kind, sweet, funny, and definitely spoiled. She was the princess for fuck’s sake. He knew she was courageous, and her demoness wouldn’t hesitate to take on anyone threatening those she loved, but it had to be killing her to have to go after her own brother. She was too kindhearted for that.

Saint didn’t like it. Not one bit. He may be the black sheep of the family, choosing to join an MC instead of being a part of his father’s guard, but he still loved them all. Except Darius. He might be blood, but the little shit had always had a cruel streak in him. Nothing he was being told now surprised him. Saint knew Darius should have been put down a long time ago, but figured at the time that it was his father’s problem. Now, with Desi involved, it seemed it was going to become Saint’s problem because no one messed with his little sister.

“For now, let’s find the woman. She has young children at home that need her. After we get her back to them safely, we can worry about the shitshow your family has going on.”

“Sounds like your brother needs to be taken down, Saint. You going to be able to do that?”

Saint looked over at Priest, baring his teeth at the man for asking such a stupid question. “He’s a threat to my family. To my baby sister. He’s dead.”

“Later,” God snarled. “Your father has it under control for now. We’ve been given an assignment by the king. We will handle it first.”

It didn’t matter that his father and the king were one and the same. God was right. The king gave them a mission, and he expected them to handle it. It didn’t matter that Saint was worried about his sister, right now his full attention needed to be on finding the woman a demon had kidnapped. Then he could focus on his family. His father would keep Desi safe.

Saint nodded in agreement, his eyes going around the room, taking in the other officers. Priest was their VP and a fucking good one. There was no one else that could handle the position as well as he did.

Rapture and Heaven were their enforcers. He knew the majority of other clubs only had one enforcer, but Rapture and Heaven were evenly matched and had both earned the right to their titles. They worked well apart, but even better together. Sometimes he wondered if there was something between the two of them, but if there was, they’d never acted on it as far as he knew.

Angel was their treasurer. Not only was he amazing with numbers and money, but he was one of the fiercest demons Saint had ever met. He would choose the man time and time again to stand beside him in a fight.

And then there was Zion, their road captain. He might be a crazy bastard, but he was as loyal as they came.

These people were his family, just as much as his father and siblings were. They’d stood by him since he was a prospect, always having his back. It never mattered that he was the King’s son. If anything, that worked against him in the beginning. Now, no one ever brought up his connection to the royal family.

Saint looked back at God. He would follow his Prez to the ends of the earth and back, no questions asked.

“Let’s get busy,” God said, raising the gavel and slamming it down, ending church.

Saint rose with rest of them, his mind on the woman they’d been tasked with rescuing. He’d do what his Prez needed first, then figure out what was going on with his family.