Page 3 of Blade's Angel

Well, aren't I a lucky woman? Finding a fucking smoking hot man to help me. I’m in trouble, not dead. I can’t help but notice Blade’s attractiveness. He’s everything I’ve always been drawn towards. He’s tall—about six foot—clearly built if his arms are anything to go by. His tight black top isn’t exactly hiding his abs underneath, either. His hair is vibrant red, while his eyes are green. They suit him, if I’m honest. He does have a nasty-looking scar running down from the top of his hairline through his left eyebrow, but personally, I think it makes him look more rugged and attractive. I’ve always found people who look like they’ve actually lived their life a hell a lot more attractive than people who are considered perfect by society's standards.

I need to stop internally drooling over him and focus. The recording might be playing, but I’m not exactly hearing the words. I’ve tuned it out. I heard enough the first time around. My focus is on Blade and his reactions to what he’s hearing. People’s reactions can tell you a lot about a person, and Blade’s are certainly telling.

He’s horrified by what he’s listening to. I don’t blame him; I don’t think he expected to hear anything of the sort tonight. Yeah, well, I never expected to be in this situation either, but I should have been with a mother like Patricia Dawson. It’s not like this is the first time she’s tried to use me for her own gain, but it is the first time since I finally found a way to stop her when I turned seventeen. It looks like two years were her limit before she needed to use me for money again. Or maybe she figured the threat of me exposing her wouldn’t be a problem if Sabbatini had me. Either way, she’s seriously fucked me over for her own gain. Again.

As the recording ends, I watch Blade blow out a few breaths as he composes himself and no doubt gathers his thoughts. After asking me about whether she's done this before, I'm expecting him to want more details than I've given him, but to my surprise, that's not what he does.

“You’re safe here.” His eyes are filled with compassion, which I wasn't expecting in the slightest.

I didn’t realize how much I needed to hear those words until they left Blade’s mouth. It’s funny. I know nothing about this man, but I know he means what he’s saying. He oozes protectiveness.

“Thank you. I have to ask. Do you think they’ll send me away?”

“Not a chance in hell. You aren’t going to know what’s hit you once they pull you into the fold. Even if you weren’t family, they’d still help you. It’s sort of what we do.”

“I’m sure I won't. Growing up with Patricia wasn’t exactly family-orientated. I’ll be honest; I know nothing about your MC. I didn't even know you existed until I overheard that conversation.”

Blade’s eyes flash with something close to understanding, which intrigues me about his own story, but I know now isn’t the time to ask those sorts of questions. He's backed off asking about my past; it certainly isn't time for me to dive into his.

“I get that, but the Jacobson’s are something else. You’ll see. As for knowing nothing about us, you’ll learn.”

“How do I tell them?” I ask nervously. It’s one thing telling Blade, who’s a complete stranger, but another thing telling it to the people who are my family.

“I think we tell Wrath. He’s probably the one who will understand the most.”

“What do you mean?” I ask curiously.

“Shit, yeah, I forgot. You don’t know what’s happened recently. A few months ago, Wrath found out he had an eleven-year-old son he had no clue about. Just like you, Cam had issues caused by his mother.”

“Wow. That’s nuts.”

Blade just nods his head but stays silent. Giving me time to think over what he’s said. I see his point; Wrath would probably get it on some deeper level, having already gone through something similar with his own child. Then there’s the fact that he’s the MC President, so ultimately any decisions to help me will be his.

“Yeah okay. Call him.”

I’ve got nothing to lose here and everything to gain. I’ve got to trust what Blade’s saying right now. Blade pulls out his phone and dials; instead of holding it to his ear, he clicks speaker so I can hear what’s being said. I’m grateful for that.

“Hey Blade.” A male voice says as he answers the call. My guess is that it’s Wrath unless someone else has answered his phone.

“Hey Prez, any chance you can come down to Inferno’s?”

“I can. Wanna tell me why?” He asks curiously.

“Not over the phone.”

“I’ll be ten minutes.” He says seriously and cuts the call off.

I thought I’d be nervous, knowing I’m about to meet a member of my family, but I’m not. Blade’s presence seems to have settled everything down inside me. It’s fucking weird. Normally, I always feel on edge, and maybe that’s because I’m always worried about what my mother's latest scheme will be. I don’t know. I do know being out of that environment is going to be nothing but good for me.

Chapter Three

Wrath

Ten minutes after my phone call from Blade, I’m striding towards the office inside Inferno’s. I know Blade; I know he wouldn’t have called me down here unless it was important. Blade’s fucking resourceful and will always handle everything he can before he’ll call anyone else in. The fact that it’s me, his President he’s called, is telling. What the fuck am I about to walk into?

When I got off the phone and told Flame, who’s not only an Enforcer like Blade but also my husband, that I needed to come down here because Blade asked, he was immediately concerned. That’s how rare something like this happens. We all know Blade wouldn’t be calling for no reason. That’s the reason I’m not here alone. Flame’s with me. My husband is nothing if not protective, and I can’t blame him after everything we’ve been through. I’m just as protective of him. We’ve had enough close calls lately. Letting each other go off into unknown situations isn’t something either of us is comfortable with. Kidnappings and near-death experiences will do that.

Trying the office door, I find it locked. Which concerns me; I know Blade is in there. I was told when I got here by one of my employees working the doors. So why the fuck is it locked? Grabbing my keys, I unlock the door, take a fortifying breath, and enter. Flame is right behind me.

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