Page 10 of Blade's Angel

We’ve now been sitting here for about an hour talking to Shadow and Whiskey. They've been telling her stories about some of the less outrageous things members have done through the years, but now Shadow has just had to leave—something about a hot date, so I'm guessing he is off to get laid. Sera and Whiskey are talking about how the MC was nothing like she was expecting when she found out about it, as he works. I’m just sitting here, actually enjoying being here for once. It's nice to be surrounded by my brothers. I've missed everyone. I knew I shouldn't have started to enjoy myself, though, because out of the corner of my eye, I can see Jasmine stomping our way. Fuck, this isn't going to end well.

I tap Sera’s shoulder, and she quickly looks at me. Quietly, so only she can hear, I tell her, “I’m sorry.”

She looks at me, really confused about why I would be randomly apologizing to her; she'll figure it out soon enough because this isn't going to be good. Jasmine is going to make a scene. I'm not stupid enough to expect anything else. It's what she's done every time she's seen me since things blew up between us.

"Oh, look, it's the fucking liar!” Jasmine starts shouting.

I don't say anything to her; I just ignore her, which seems to annoy her even more. As soon as she's within touching distance of me, she lashes out and slaps me across the face. I don't do anything; I just sit there and take it. I'd never hit a woman. I might be an Enforcer, but I have morals.

“Don't ignore me, you fucking piece of shit! Lied to any more women lately about being raped, so they'll think you're something you're not and sleep with you.”

God, why did I ever believe she was sweet? She's a fucking wolf in sheep's clothing; she fooled us all with how she acted at first.

“What the fuck did she just say?” I hear Sera mutter.

As much as I wish I could pay attention to Sera, I can't with Jasmine on a tirade. She may be just a woman, but I'm not stupid enough to think she can't cause me damage if she wants. So instead of turning and seeing what Sera's reaction is to Jasmine's words, I keep my full attention on Jasmine while trying not to react to what she is saying and doing. Why the fuck does she need to bring up what happened to me again and call me a fucking liar? I didn't lie; I told her the truth—well, part of it—about what I went through to try and let her know I had an understanding of the pain she'd gone through. Why the fuck did I bother? All she's done is expose some of the worst things that have ever happened to me to everyone and call me a liar in the process.

“Say something, then Blade! Are you not going to try and talk your way out of your lies?!” She shouts.

“Jasmine, you need to back the fuck off. We all know you were told to leave him alone.” I hear Whiskey say from behind the bar, and he sounds pissed off as fuck.

She ignores him, though, and carries on her attack. “Come on, Blade, are you seriously going to sit there and say nothing? I thought you were some big, strong Enforcer; all I see is a lying, scarred piece of shit who can't say anything because he knows he's been caught out. Both lying about fucking that bunny and about what happened when you were younger. You're fucking disgusting and deserve to go through hell before someone puts a bullet between your eyes. The world would be better off without you.”

My whole body starts to shake now as her words are sending me back into the past in my head. She may be standing there and accusing me of lying, but every word I told her was the truth. I was raped and beaten as a child; luckily, I never told her who raped or beat me. I can just imagine the damage she’d do with that information. The words she's just said about deserving a bullet—she doesn't have a clue how many times, when I was younger, I used to wish for that just to end the pain.

Chapter Eight

Sera

I have no idea who this black haired chick is that’s screaming and hitting Blade, but she’s about to fucking learn to shut her mouth. I’m close enough to Blade that I can see his whole body shaking, and I can see from his face that there is something bad going on in his head right now, and this bitch has just triggered it. I refuse to sit here and watch this happen. I don’t care if I end up in shit for what I’m about to do. No way in hell should Blade have to fucking take this shit in his own home. No fucking wonder he didn’t want to come in here if this is what he has to deal with.

As she goes to swing at him again, I decide that's enough and get up from my seat. She’s paying no attention to me at all; her entire focus is on both physically and verbally attacking Blade, so when she is about to connect with his face again, she's totally taken by surprise when I grab her wrist and use it to push her away from Blade and stand in front of him so he's blocked from her.

“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?” She shouts in my face.

“Stopping you, what does it look like I’m doing?” My voice doesn’t even sound like my own right now; I sound deadly.

“YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO STOP ME! DO YOU HAVE ANY CLUE WHO I AM?”

“I have every right when you are physically hitting a man who is never going to defend himself purely because you’re a woman. I also do not give a flying fuck who you are. Get out of my face.”

“WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? YOU’RE JUST SOME FUCKING BIMBO HE’S BROUGHT HERE TO SHOW OFF TOO. YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHO HE REALLY IS! YOU NEED TO SIT DOWN AND MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS!” She’s screaming at this point, drawing the attention of everyone in the room.

“Sweetheart, you made it my business by interrupting us when we were just fucking sitting here hanging out. Now turn around and leave.”

I have no idea how I’ve managed to stay so fucking calm when really all I want to do is flatten this bitch. I let go of her arm so she can leave, but she doesn’t do as she's told and goes to hit me instead. Wrong move, bitch. I grab her wrist before she can connect, and I squeeze hard. Suddenly, she lets out a shriek and starts crying. What I hadn’t realized is that during our confrontation, Wrath had come up behind me, and she’d noticed.

“W-Wrath, I don’t know who she is, but she just attacked me; you saw her. Do something.”

She is properly putting on a show now, and I just shake my head and turn to look at Wrath; he's struggling not to laugh. I just raise a brow at him and smirk.

I turn away from him and lean over to look into Blade's face, and he seems to have come back out of wherever he went in his head, and his eyes look more present. Probably because she was no longer hurling abuse at him and attacking him.

“Thank you, Angel.” He whispers.

Jasmine must hear him because she starts up again. “THANK YOU! YOU’RE THANKING THIS FUCKING WHORE FOR ATTACKING ME, AND YOU'RE CALLING HER A FUCKING ANGEL FOR DOING IT!” She screeches out and goes to make a move to attack him again, but this time it’s Wrath who steps in her path.

“ENOUGH!” He shouts. “You were warned, Jasmine. Not only have you once again verbally and physically attacked an Officer of this MC, you also tried to attack my sister and then lied about her! What Blade calls her is none of your fucking business. I fucking get him calling her that after she put a stop to you and your abuse. You no longer need our protection; Claire has been dealt with, and you're safe. You need to leave, and if you ever want to see Cam again, I’d fucking change your attitude fast! Now go and get packed, or I’ll fucking let Sera be the one to get rid of you.”

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