Page 22 of Angel

I wish she didn’t make my dick twitch every time she was around. Shit, I’m a man. I’d have to be deaf, blind, with an IQ of next to nothing to not notice her. Oh, and I’m not the only one who does… Jesus Christ. The way her hips sway when she struts, and how her ass barely fits inside those skin-tight jeans of hers…

“Vice, my brother, it sure is good to have you back.” Mouse hands me a beer. I never cared for the guy. He’s always sneaking around, up to fucking something, and he might even be nastier than I am. His high-pitched voice is what earned him his road name—makes him sound innocent. However, this guy is anything but, which is why him and Angel, in the same room together… Yeah, that screams disaster. One I don’t need or want. She’s on her own here. I don’t give a fuck what the Chains have to say about it. Just because I agreed to work with them doesn’t mean I’m doing it out of the kindness of my heart.

A heart that doesn’t exist.

I want to find Scorpion and take him out as much as they do. It’ll all be beneficial for me, and it’s clearly for my own personal reasons.

“Where’s that hottie you walked in with? She leave?”

I crack my neck in irritation. “Don’t know, man. Don’t keep tabs on her.”

“Does that mean she’s sharable?” Sharable? That ticks at me in a bad way.

I shrug. “If she wants to have fun with someone who ain’t me, it’s not my place to stop her. She’s not my ol’ lady, so I don’t give a fuck what she does.” Lies. Because saying it out loud somehow sounds even less believable. I have a feeling Angel would pass on his offer anyway. At least, I sure as hell hope she would.

I sure hope she would…? Why do I care?

My club is slime, most of them anyway. Not saying there’s not a few good ones in here, like Wrench. But Mouse is not on the short list, because he bows down to Scorpion. Fucking pathetic asshat… I only followed his bullshit orders to keep him off my shit. I had a plan; I had a fucking plan. Damn it.

I want him out… and to take his place. If he were gone, out of the picture, my brothers wouldn’t be upset—I know it. If I do become President of this little fucked-up club, I’ll start it over. Start it from the bottom up, and I’ll begin by making Wrench my VP. I’m not saying we’ll hold family fundraisers like our good Samaritans, the Steel Valley Chains, but human trafficking will not be fucking happening. That’s a messy fucking business. One I don’t want any part of.

Wrench walks over; he’s one of the guys who dislikes Scorpion as much as I do. I don’t know what happened to this place while I was living the dream down in the Chains’ pit, but I’m glad to see he’s still around.

“It’s good to have you back, man.” He waits until Mouse heads toward a table with a bunch of hang-arounds. We peel off from the crowd to the corner of the bar. “Shit got really bad while you were gone. Mouse thinks he’s got a say around here. Fucker don’t know shit. He’s been dealing with Scorp’s calls and who knows what the fuck else he’s been telling him. I don’t know. I got a bad feeling is all.”

“I hear you, brother. But between you and me, I don’t think we’ll have to worry about our President much longer.”

Wrench’s eyes brighten like a kid in a candy store. “Good to know, good to fucking know. Glad you got out of there that day. I don’t know much of what happened, but I heard bad shit went down. We got a tip to get the fuck out of here before our place got ransacked by The Chains.”

“Yeah, blood was shed that night, brother. And not just ours.”

“Fuck.” Wrench runs a hand down his face. “I want nothing to do with whatever Scorpion has planned. And after that meeting tonight, Mouse made it sound like he has more up his nasty-ass sleeve.”

“Same, man, but I’m working on it.”

Wrench nods. “How the fuck did you get out of there anyway?”

“Got fucking lucky, I guess.”

“Guess so. Fuck, this shit is depressing… I’m gonna go find some pussy,” he says, and I shake my head laughing. “Oh, and you might want to watch your girl. Mouse has been running his mouth about her since she walked in here. You know how he is with something he wants.”

“She’s not my girl.”

“Right, well, whatever then. Guess it doesn’t matter.” Wrench nods again, then heads to the table where Mouse is groping a hang-around.

Right, it doesn’t matter. Was that another lie?

A small, seductive hand runs down my arm. But it has a different effect on me than Angel’s. As in, there is none. Nonexistent. “Hey, handsome, want me to show you a good time?”

I stare at the chick, with her painted-on makeup so thick I bet it falls off in layers. I do contemplate whether or not I should let her suck my dick, but to be honest, I haven’t had a taste for anything lately. Except maybe a certain blonde. I wouldn’t mind her pretty lips around my dick. Or having her bent over, with a picture-perfect view of that ass of hers.

Yeah, I’ve thought about it.

That’s all it would be though. A meaningless fuck.

I ignore the hang-around, practically begging for me on her knees, and walk outside. For some reason, right now, I don’t feel like being in there with the snatch or my brothers.

I lean on the porch railing, listening to the rain hammer down on the pavement, letting it drown out everything. I’ve always used the rain as my safety clutch. It’s soothing to my black soul—a coping mechanism.

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