Page 18 of Blade's Angel

Even though it's clear Flame is holding back, I know if Eric says anything else about Wrath, Flame will lose it. Wrath means everything to Flame, and he will never stand for the disrespect Eric is showing towards him.

I stand from my seat and walk over, so I'm standing next to where Flame is. Eric is about to fucking learn not to mess with members of this club because of their sexuality.

“Anything else to say about me and my husband, Prospect?” Flame asks, his voice sounding absolutely lethal. I know if Eric makes one wrong move, he's a dead man. Flame won't think twice.

Eric is trying to talk but failing; all he can do is cough. I look around at everyone who's gathered around, and they are all looking at Eric with disgust. Everyone loves Wrath and Flame; we've supported them since they came out as a couple. Eric's hatred towards them isn't going to go over well at all.

Eric finally manages to catch his breath and begins spouting off again. "Yes, I have something to say. He shouldn't be fucking President! It's no position for someone who likes to stick his dick in another man! The same is true with you being an Enforcer. You're both sickening and unnatural. You should both be shot! What's even worse is that you're exposing a child to your sickness! Someone needs to get that boy away from you both before you do him permanent damage.”

Luckily, or maybe not for Eric, before Flame can do anything, we all hear Wrath shout, “I’d be very fucking careful about what comes out of your mouth next if I were you, Prospect!”

Wrath is heading straight for us, with Shadow right next to him. Both look downright livid. He stops next to Flame, who stands up and looks just as unhappy as his husband. I watch as they glance at each other, having a conversation without saying a word. I've always been jealous that they're so close that they can do that. They've been doing it for as long as I've known them. Even before they were in a relationship. Their bond has always been strong.

Before Wrath can say or do anything, we all hear his name being shouted. I turn at the sound of Sera’s voice and see her running towards us. Looking very pissed off. I guess she doesn't like the disrespect towards her brother and brother-in-law either.

“What's up?” He asks her as she stops next to him.

“I have a suggestion.”

“What's that?” He asks curiously.

“If he can take little old me down, he gets to walk out of here unharmed.”

She's got a gleam in her eye. A gleam I've seen many times when I look in the mirror when I have plans to inflict some pain. What does she have planned? Wrath must see the same thing I do because he smiles. His smile isn't one of happiness; no, it's calculating.

“Have at it.” He waves his arm out in front of himself, signaling that she can fight.

“Up you get, Prospect. You heard the President, you beat Sera, and you leave without anyone laying a finger on you!” I shout so everyone can hear.

All around there are sounds of gasps and looks of utter shock, which I find hilarious; most of them have no idea who she is, and this is totally not a normal move Wrath would make, but he clearly wants to give Sera her shot. I think he knows, as well as I do, that his sister wants a chance to prove she can hold her own. She may be a woman, but she's still a member of this MC. Even unofficially.

Eric gets up, looks at Sera standing in front of him, and starts laughing. Sera, though, looks fucking vengeful and ready to kill. It's really not smart for him to underestimate her. It's going to end really badly for him if he doesn't see her as the threat she is.

"Seriously, I've just got to take out some chick, and I walk out of here. Piece of cake.” Eric exclaims happily.

Sera has some hidden skills; she looks very similar to how Flame does before he fights right now. If I had to take a wild guess, she trained herself because of what was done to her. This is going to end in utter embarrassment for Eric, and I can't fucking wait.

Eric takes a step toward her. She just holds her ground, not moving. She is clearly not intimidated or worried about the bigger man coming towards her; her eyes are studying every move he is making. Yep, she knows what she's doing; only someone who has some sort of experience would be doing that. As soon as he raises his left leg to kick her, she grabs it faster than I'm expecting, and using his own body weight and balance against him, she flips him backwards. He lands hard on his back. Which draws some snickers from the crowd; however, myself, Flame, Wrath, and Shadow are all studying her. I think we're all interested in just what she knows.

She just steps back and leaves him there, allowing him to make another move. I smile internally; she's playing with him. He doesn't stand a fucking chance. He scrambles back to his feet quickly, no longer looking quite so confident.

As he makes his next move, we all watch in shock as Sera takes him out. I'm pretty sure she's using a combination of Muay Thai and Krav Maga. They may be similar fighting styles, but they have their nuances, and after years of training with Flame, I can easily spot them.

Oh, dear Lord, that's fucking hot. She's like a wet fucking dream. I swear, she’s goddamn perfect. If I were to dream up my perfect match, it'd be her.

She bends over Eric's still form on the floor, which gives me a wonderful view of her ass, before telling him, “Don't judge a book by its cover, and in case it wasn't clear by me leaving you flat on your ass, you're done. Well, I'm sure some other people want a piece of you first.” She stands back up and walks over to us, looking confident.

I love that look on her. She should be confident; from that display, I'm pretty sure she has more fighting skills than a lot of the Devil's Inferno members. I take a look at her family's faces; they are all looking at her with wonder, amazement, and pride. I couldn’t be happier for her; she deserves this. That’s for sure. Plus, her skills will fit right in around here.

“Fuck me, sis; remind me to never piss you off.” Shadow says his voice is filled with pride and a healthy amount of fear.

“You are fucking amazing.” Wrath tells her while opening his arms for a hug, which she steps into.

Flame has a calculating look on his face as he looks at her, though. “How much do you know?” He asks her.

“A lot; I'm self-taught, though.”

“So am I, and from what I saw, you taught yourself well. I think we need to train together; just watching you against Eric showed me how skilled you are. I think working together will be fun.” Flame looks fucking impressed and excited.

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