Page 1 of Blade's Angel

Prologue

Sera

Here we go again. Another fucking scheme for my mother to use me to gain money. I thought this shit was over, but clearly I was wrong. I can’t fucking believe what I’m overhearing right now. Not only is she selling me for a fucking million dollars, she’s selling me to a fucking monster.

The man she’s arranging to sell me too is Silvio Sabbatini. He's the mobster who runs the criminal underworld in East Springs, where we live. He's known for always getting what he wants, whether he takes it by force or pays for it. He's fucking ruthless and untouchable. Everyone knows to stay clear of him, so how the hell am I, a nineteen-year-old woman, going to keep out of his grasp? I know I need to cut and run; it's my only option here. I’ve just got to hope and pray that he won't find me. I'm not stupid enough to think I can stay out of his grasp if I don't take off. He's far too powerful. There's a chance he'll still find me even if I do make a break for it, but it's a chance I've got to take. My fucking life depends on it.

This conversation I’m overhearing between my mother and one of Sabbatini’s men is granting me some very useful information, though. So it’s not all bad, I guess. I certainly wouldn’t have learned any of this if I hadn't been here to hear this conversation. No way in hell would my mother have told me any of it of her own free will.

It turns out that even though she's always told me she doesn't know who my father is, she was lying. I'm not even shocked; my mother is a piece of work, and that's putting it lightly. The things she's forced me to do in the past would cause most people to become shells of themselves, but not me. I used it to become stronger, and I'll use this situation to become stronger too. The saying, what doesn't kill you makes you stronger? That's literally what I live by.

According to what they’re saying, my Dad is Gerald Jacobson, or Blaze. He's a member of Devil's Inferno MC in Devil's Point. Actually, he used to be the President, but that role is now held by his eldest son, Wrath. While Wrath’s twin brother, Shadow, is VP. Yeah, apparently I've got two big brothers as well. God, I wish they were around when I was growing up. How different my life would have turned out! Unfortunately, I can’t change the past, but I can sure as hell change my future.

The kicker about my brother's is that they aren't just my dad's children; they're my mother's too. Apparently, she was a bunny for Devil's Inferno a long time ago and had them before she was forced to leave. I'm not quite sure why; I didn't hear that information, but anyway, I have no clue how she ended up pregnant by Blaze again years later. I'm pretty sure he'd never have willingly slept with her again after she was booted out of his life all those years ago. So how the fuck did she manage it?

When I first came in and heard my mother talking, I put my phone on record. It's something I've been doing for a long time now; you never know when what she's talking about will come in handy. It's actually how I gained control of my life at seventeen, but that's a story for another day. I’d rather not even think about what was happening back then.

Knowing I have enough information from this conversation to prove my story, as quietly as I can, I grab the keys to my car and slip back out of the house. Luckily for me, I became an expert at being quiet when I was younger. It looks like that skill is going to come in handy now. I need to get out of here before they become aware I've overheard them. My life as a free woman depends on it. I refuse to be a pawn in my mother's games anymore. She should have realized I wouldn't take what she was planning lying down; I'm not a naive child anymore, hoping for her mother to love her. I'm a grown ass woman who came to the realization a long time ago that my mother wasn't capable of loving me. All she will ever love is herself and money.

Luck is certainly on my side, as I manage to make it to my car without anyone noticing. Starting the car, I take off like a bat out of hell. I don't care if they hear me now. They'll never be able to catch me; I've got too much of a head start. Plus, I've seen enough on TV; as soon as I'm out of East Springs, I'm trading my car and trashing my SIM card. No way am I going to make it easy on my mother, Sabbatini, or his men. If they want to find me, they're going to have to work for it. And hopefully, if they do find me, I'll have people at my back who are willing to help me.

Those people I'm hoping will have my back are my family. My plan is simple: make it to Devil's Point, find them, and ask for help. They may not know about me, but I'm hoping that won't be a problem and they'll be willing to help. They won't leave me at the mercy of Sabbatini. Right?

Chapter One

Blade

These past few months have been nothing short of crazy for all of us who are part of Devil’s Inferno MC. I’m relieved that the threat we were facing has finally been neutralized. I guess that's a nice way of saying that Claire, the woman behind all the issues, is now dead. Having her throat slit by Flame, one of the MC’s Enforcers, just a few days ago.

It’s nothing short of what she deserved. Not only for targeting Wrath, our President, Shadow, our VP, and Flame, but for hiding Wrath's son, Cam, from him and using him as her personal punching bag for the majority of his life. I hate people who abuse kids, but especially women; they remind me of my mother and what she used to do to me, all because my father loved me more than he ever should and she was jealous.

Fuck no, I don’t need to be thinking about my fucked-up childhood and so-called parents. It’ll just cause me to spiral, and that’s something I can’t afford right now. I’ve got enough issues with Jasmine, my sort of ex. She’s actually the reason I’m here again, at Inferno’s, the nightclub Devil’s Inferno owns, instead of at home, at The Clubhouse.

I’m avoiding her like the plague. I thought she was someone I could trust with my truth. With my pain. It turns out I was so wrong. When the bunnies decided to cause trouble, instead of coming and talking to me like an adult, she believed them. Throwing everything we were building right back in my face and accusing me of lying about my past in the process. I still, to this day, don’t know who told her I was lying, and at this point, I’m past the point of caring who told her. She showed her true colors that day.

Also, why the fuck would I lie about being raped as a child? That’s not something anyone would fucking make up and lie about. It's something highly fucking traumatic and personal. At the time everything went down between me and Jasmine, hardly anyone knew about what I’d been through, and those who did understood that I didn’t want everyone to know about it, but that's not the case anymore. Jasmine exposed it to everyone at The Clubhouse when she accused me of lying. My only saving grace was that I hadn’t told her who did it. I don’t even want to think about what she'd have done if she had the full facts. What she did with the small amount she knew was fucking bad enough.

The worst part is that I can’t even do anything about her still being around because she’s Cam’s aunt. I don’t want to cause problems for my President. He’s grateful to Jasmine for trying to protect Cam when he was younger and living with Claire. She went through hell after trying to help Cam. Her own sister ordered her to be raped and beaten, but that doesn’t excuse her behavior. Not in the slightest.

God, talk about a fucked-up situation. I just need to keep my distance, and hopefully she’ll forget about trying to make my life a living hell. It’s a good job, I don't mind working here as a bouncer. It keeps me out of her way and gives me a slice of normality and sanity at a crazy time in my life.

Glancing up from my post at the door, I notice a young woman off to the side, looking lost. She looks about five foot seven, with long blonde hair down to her waist; I can’t clearly make out any of her other features at this distance. I do wonder what’s going on there, though; she certainly isn’t dressed for being at a nightclub with her skinny jeans and baggy black hoodie. She sticks out like a sore thumb in that outfit.

Seeing me watching, she slowly makes her way towards me. Luckily, it’s still early enough that there isn't a queue; otherwise, people would be hurling abuse at her about cutting the line.

“Are you okay?” I ask her gently, once she’s standing in front of me.

“Yes, no, I don’t know. Fuck.” She says, shaking her head.

Now that she’s closer, I can make out the rest of her features. Warm chocolate brown eyes, a small button nose, and full red lips. She’s fucking stunning. There’s no way I can miss that, even if I am a little jaded about women right now.

“Just take a breath and calm down.” I say, as I place my hand on her arm.

I can see her do as I ask, and she looks a lot more composed now. Which is good; hopefully she can tell me why she’s here.

“Sorry, I have a lot going on right now. I’m wondering if you can help me. I’m looking for Jackson or Alex Jacobson.”

Immediately, I go on alert at the mention of my President and Vice President’s real names.

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