Highway Demons MC: Killer Novel by IceFontana18 _ Novel





Twenty-five-year-old Lila lives alone and has never had a boyfriend—not since the string of rejected confessions that make up her romantic track record.

 

But she does have her loyal dog, Alex. Tired of her boring, self-deprecating routine, Lila longs for change—but between her insecurities and grueling 12+ hour shifts as a nurse, adventure feels out of reach.

 

That is, until Alex takes an unexpected and dangerous detour during one of their nightly walks.

 

Cameron “Killer” Adrian is the cold, ruthless leader of the Highway Demons MC. Known for his brutality and a revolving door of meaningless flings, he’s never known love—and isn’t sure he even can.

 

But everything changes the night he crosses paths with Lila.



Highway Demons MC: Killer Chapter 01

Violet

I slowly park my Forty-Eight Harley Davidson on the side of the nearly empty street. A broken streetlight flickers above my head, while the rest are completely off. The street is quiet, except for the snoring of a homeless man sleeping in the alley a few feet away. At least, I think it’s a man.

I get off my bike and pull a cigarette from my new pack. After a glance across the street, I cross the road, lighting the cigarette with the Zippo lighter I keep in the pocket of my leather biker jacket. The parking lot on the other side is empty, indicating the 24/7 diner is just as deserted.

When I reach the doors, I turn around and kneel down, leaning my back against the wall. I’ve been more stressed than usual lately—and that says a lot.

I finally let myself relax now that I’m feeding my nicotine addiction and close my eyes. But not long after, I hear a car approaching and open them again.

A truck pulls into the parking lot and parks like an asshole, taking up two spaces. I narrow my eyes against the harsh headlights shining directly at me and take another drag from my cigarette before dropping it to the ground, snuffing it out with the toe of my combat boot.

“Miss Larkson?”

A man approaches me, and I give him a quick once-over. I know who he is—I hired him a couple of weeks ago. We’ve only spoken over the phone, so I’ve never seen him in person until now. I think his name is Vince, but I’m terrible with names.

He’s short, bald, and slightly overweight. He’s wearing a raincoat over a thick sweater, and I cringe. It’s f*****g hot—even if it’s 4 AM and the temperature’s cooled down a bit.

“That’s me.”

“Good. Do you want to, uh, go inside?” Vince—if that’s even his name—asks while glancing over my shoulder at the diner door.

I stare at him for a beat too long, just to make him squirm, then lift my chin and walk into the diner. Immediately, the stench hits me, and I wrinkle my nose. The place reeks, like there’s a dead animal rotting in one of the corners. Lovely.

The interior is old, filthy, and cheap. I take a seat in the far corner, facing the door, and lean back. Vince sits across from me, still looking uncomfortable. I nod at the disinterested waitress trudging toward our table.

“How can I help you?” she asks, pulling out a tattered notebook. She doesn’t even look at us—her eyes are fixed on something outside the window.

She looks suicidal, honestly. But I would be too if I had to work in a place that smelled like decomposing rats. Her hair is greasy, her makeup looks two days old, and her non-existent eyebrows are drawn on in crooked lines like she used a ruler while drunk. Her uniform needs to be washed—badly. God only knows what it’s stained with.

“Coffee and blueberry pancakes,” Vince says.

I glance at him and grimace. He ignores me and smiles at the waitress. She nods, scribbles down the order, and walks away.

“I didn’t come all the way here for a dinner date,” I say sharply. “Tell me what you found so I can get going.” I tap my heel irritably against the floor and meet his eyes. I don’t have time for this—I need to keep moving.

Vince nods and pulls a large envelope from his jacket.

“Right, uh, I found something you might be interested in,” he begins.

I let out a heavy sigh.

“After opening your adoption file, I found out it was a closed adoption. But I managed to connect the time of your birth and your age to your birth mother. You were given away when you were about a year old. Since you came from a small town, it wasn’t hard to figure out who your mother was.”

I glance up at him, then at the waitress who practically throws the plate of pancakes and coffee onto the table. This b***h is seriously getting on my nerves. If she keeps this up, I might smash her face into the damn table.

I force myself to ignore the violent urge and look back at Vince.

“Right. Uh, your mother died five years ago of a drug overdose. But you have an older brother and a father. Your mother’s name wa—”

“I don’t give a f**k about her.”

Vince swallows hard, a bead of sweat rolling down his face.

“Right. Your father is fifty years old. His name is Damon Montague. Your brother is thirty—Steven Montague. They’re both in an MC called the Highway Demons. Your brother is currently the president. Your father was president before him and the original founder of the club. All the information I found is in this file.”

He pushes the envelope toward me and waits for a reaction.

I stare out the window, taking in the quiet street and drawing a deep breath. Of course my family isn’t normal. A f*****g biker club? Seriously?

I look back at Vince, the private investigator. After a moment, I reach inside my jacket and pull out another envelope—this one with $400 in cash. I set it on the table, and Vince immediately grabs it and starts counting, ignoring the nasty-looking pancakes in front of him.

I stand up, take the envelope with the files, and walk out.


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