The Redemption of a Cowboy Imp

Chapter 4: Striker Visits Blitzo's Business

I'd like to thank LadyAnaconda and DarkWriter2020 for becoming my beta readers. I couldn't have done it without them. I'd also like to thank Jamison1209 for the review.

It had been two days since Striker had left the Goetia mansion and Stella's patience was wearing thin.

"Where is he?" Stella asked herself as she paced around in the mansion, "It has been two days and there's no sign of him." But then, an evil thought occurred to her. "Well, if he's not going to help me kill my cheating husband, I'm just going to kill him, instead."

...

Meanwhile, Striker dreamt about the Goetia's daughter. The one who reminded him of his younger self with a loving family. He thought back to the conversation about Blitzo having a sister. Barbie Wire, was it?

No, screw that! He was hired to do what Stella paid him to do, why should he throw it away? Although Stella had always treated imps as low class in society, Striker was an exception because of his undeniable skills. She'd even given him food and a place to stay.

Part of Striker hated Stella ever since she woke him up until her daughter reprimanded her for it. At that moment, he was grateful that the young Goetia had defended him by giving him a back massage until he went back to sleep.

What would his parents think of him after killing a blueblood like Stolas?

Blitzo, Moxxie, and Millie still haven't forgotten what happened back at the Harvest Moon Festival. And yet they took good care of Striker. It would take a while before they trusted him again, though. For now, they did their best to have a good night's sleep.

On the bright side, they had fun with him today. Moxxie and Millie seemed happy that Loona opened up to Striker, even though she hardly knew him. The cowboy felt the same way, but Blitzo ruined the moment until Moxxie intervened.

Striker dreamed of returning home to the Wrath ring with Bombproof, where his farm was. He'd give anything to go back home, where he belonged.

...

The next morning, Blitzo was the first to wake up and poured himself a cup of coffee.

Moxxie woke up, stretched, and yawned. "Good morning, honey."

Millie yawned. "Good morning, sweetie."

The two kissed passionately and together, they scrambled out of bed to get breakfast.

Striker shifted awake as his blanket was lifted off him and something rubbed against him. As he opened his eyes, he saw a large horse head nuzzling against him.

"Good morning, Bombproof," Striker chuckled, patting the horse's head as he slid out of bed with a loud yawn.

Downstairs, Blitzo accompanied his bagel with cream cheese with a warm cup of coffee. "Good morning, M and M!" he shouted as Millie and Moxxie entered the kitchen.

"We're already here, sir," Moxxie murmured.

"You don't need to yell, Blitz," Millie added.

Striker stepped into the kitchen, rubbing the back of his head. "Yeah, Blitz, everyone's up."

Blitzo bit into his bagel. "Well, good morning, Strike!" he spoke with his mouth full. "Did you sleep well?"

Striker stretched out with another yawn. "Like a baby. Are you always this loud in the mornings?"

"YES!" Loona, Moxxie, and Millie glared at Blitzo.

Blitzo shrugged. "What? I just thought I'd get the ball rolling, that's all."