Devil's Haunting

LAIKEN
The odd thing about my great Aunt passing, a woman I never met, is she left me her home. My Nana is convinced she did it just to spite her since they had a falling out years ago. No matter why, I’m not going to turn my nose up at my inheritance.
When I check out the house, to say it needs some work is an understatement. But it’s mine now. Tearing it down feels like a waste of good sunlight, solid bones, and a lot of charm. The need to fix it up leads me to Devil’s Construction.
Hammer roars into my life on his motorcycle armed with more than a tool belt. He claims me with a look and I’m more than okay with it. Who doesn’t want a man with a table saw, tattoos, and callouses on his hands? As construction begins, the history within the walls of the house comes out. A little haunting is nothing when you have a Devil’s Saint at your back.

HAMMER
I’m proud of the business I’ve built for my club. The Devil’s Saints are my home, my brothers, and they give me the room to do what I love. I get a sense of satisfaction from building something from nothing, but that doesn’t compare to restoration work. In New Orleans, the past deserves to be remembered and restoring buildings back to their former glory does that.
When Devil’s Construction is contacted for a restoration, the last thing I expected was to struggle with being professional. It’s Laiken’s fault. The moment I saw her, I understood exactly what happened to my brothers when they met their Old Ladies. I’ll be working on more than restoring her house, I’ll be convincing her that she’s my future.

The longer we work in the house, the creepier things become. But that’s New Orleans for you. This city is steeped in history and rubbing elbows with ghosts of the past isn’t uncommon. What is a little haunting compared to finding the love of your life?