Page 25 of Blade's Angel

“Wreck.” I say urgently, but don’t take my eyes off Patricia. “Get whoever you trust and get Cam out of here right now.”

“Who is that, Sera?” He asks, looking in the same direction as me.

“My mother. Get Cam out of here right now. Then get back here.”

Wreck doesn’t need to be told twice. He shoots from his seat and rushes across the room towards Cam. I don’t watch, though; my full attention needs to be on Patricia. She wouldn’t walk in here without a plan; she’s not that stupid.

Getting up from my seat, I start walking in the direction she’s standing. I know this is going to turn into a massive fucking show any second now. I wish my brothers weren’t about to come face-to-face with her, but there’s nothing I can do about it.

Stopping in front of where they’re standing, I look Patricia up and down. As always, she’s dressed like she is twenty years younger, wearing a short skirt, a tight top, and heels. I can certainly see her former bunny status in the way she's dressed. Was she hoping to get some action while she was here? Fucking delusion, bitch.

“What are you doing here?” I say, angrily.

“I’m here for you.”

“Do you honestly think I’d go anywhere with you? You’re insane.”

“You don’t have a choice. Now let's fucking go before we draw an audience.”

“Keep fucking dreaming, Patricia.” I say, my voice getting louder and drawing attention to what’s going on.

“Don’t speak to your mother like that.” Jasmine pipes up.

This bitch is going to lose her teeth in a minute. Does she not realize what the fuck she’s done by inviting the hellspawn standing next to her into The Clubhouse? It’s not even me I’m worried about; I’ve dealt with her my entire life. It’s my brothers and Cam that I’m concerned about. They don’t need to be exposed to Patricia and her venom.

From the corner of my eye, I see Blade react to what’s been said. He’s figured out who she is. I can see his mouth moving and saying something to Shadow, but I can’t hear anything. He’s too far away. Once he’s finished talking, he’s heading straight for me, and I feel nothing but relief.

“Jasmine I’d shut your mouth if I were you, and Patricia, you need to leave.”

“I’m not going anywhere, and unless you want me to tell these people your dirty little secrets, you’ll fucking move now.”

I feel Blade’s arms wrap around me from behind as she speaks. I can’t help but sag back against him slightly. Having him here to support me helps. I know what she’s about to do.

“You’re not going anywhere, Angel.” He whispers so only I can hear. There’s that nickname again. God, I fucking love it; it makes me melt inside. I love that he has a name just for me.

“Go ahead. You tell all these people what you did to me as a child. I’m not fucking ashamed of my past. The only one of us who should be ashamed is you!”

“You think that man with his arms around you will still want anything to do with you if he finds out?”

I can feel Blade laughing behind me, and before I can speak, he does. “Patricia, I know everything. I know all about the pictures when she was eight. I know about the change when she turned ten. She told me everything, and you want to know something. It changes nothing. She’s a motherfucking survivor just like me.”

I turn my head quickly in the direction where my brothers were last. They’re still there, but they look equally heartbroken and angry. I hate that they’re finding out this way. I was going to tell them eventually; I just didn’t see the point in doing it yet.

Wrath is the first one to move, heading straight towards us. No doubt to confront his egg donor, as he likes to call Patricia. Shadow is only a few steps behind him, snapping out of his own stupor. Just as they both reach me, standing on either side, I realize there are two figures standing behind Patricia in the doorway. And one’s my Dad. I hadn’t realized he’d left the room, and who’s that he’s got with him?

Chapter Eighteen

Wreck

What the fuck is Patricia Dawson doing in our goddamn Clubhouse? What idiot let her through the gates with Jasmine? What was Jasmine even thinking of bringing that woman here? And what the actual fuck is Lanky doing with them? As much as I want to stick around and find out what the hell is going on, I need to get Cam out of here before shit hits the fan or, god forbid, he’s caught in the crossfire. It wouldn’t surprise me if Patricia and Jasmine planned to draw Cam into whatever they're doing here. Shadow told me about what happened the other day with Jasmine and her awful phone call to Cam.

I reach Cam, who’s standing with Tech and Flame. I know I’m going to have to explain what the hell is going on. Especially to Flame, this is going to impact him. It’s his family that this is going to involve, after all.

“Flame, we’ve got a problem.” I say as soon as I’m in range to be heard.

“What’s happening?” He asks, immediately going on alert.

“Jasmine and Lanky just walked in with Patricia Dawson.”

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