Page 31 of Angel

“Aw, thanks, man.” Throttle smiles playfully. “Love you too.”

“Would you?” I counter.

The front door swings open before he can answer, and Jules walks in with Chloe in her arms. “Uh, morning, I hope we weren’t interrupting anything.”

“Not at all.” I smile.

“Hi, Daddy!”

It’s funny… Charger goes from an angry biker to a caring father within seconds. Any tension in his body relaxes with just one look at Chloe. The love he has for those two holds power over everything else. It’s a love so beautiful you can get lost in it.

He places a gentle kiss to his daughter’s forehead. “What are you and your mom doing here so early, kiddo?”

“Chloe wouldn’t stop begging me to bring her over to eat breakfast with everyone. Even though I told her it was way too early.”

Chloe waves her tiny hand at me, and I wave back. She has the same piercing blue eyes as Charger, and they twinkle every time she smiles… and each time she laughs. She also shares his sandy blonde hair. “Hi, Aunt Angel, Aunt Tequila, Uncle Throttle!”

“What’s up, tiny human.” Throttle holds out a fist, and Chloe pumps hers into it.

“Have you gotten cuter since the last time we saw you?” Tequila asks, smiling.

“I think she’s right. I think you did get cuter,” I agree.

Chloe giggles. “You two are silly. It’s not possible, because I’m already the cutest.” Her little voice is sweet, and we all burst out into laughter, forgetting the tension from moments ago.

“She does have a point there,” Throttle says as he takes Chloe in his arms. “Okay, you, how about we go for a ride on Uncle Throttle’s dirt bike, huh?”

“Yay!” Chloe claps her hands together.

“Absolutely not, Uncle Throttle.” Jules glares over at him.

“Hey, I’m only kidding. Maybe in a few years, kid.” He winks and walks outside with the tiny girl still in his arms.

Charger gives Jules a peck on the cheek. “I’m gonna go shower upstairs. I’ll see you at breakfast, pretty girl.” He struts off and Jules’s face lights up, blush rising over her cheeks.

Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to care about someone the way those two care about one another.

“Sounds like he was drilling you when I walked in.” She sits down, and her long black ponytail falls in front of her shoulder.

“Yeah, well, we were just trying to figure out how Angel got the bruise on her cheek.” Tequila crosses her arms.

“Woah, what?”

“I appreciate the concern, you guys, but I can take care of myself. And this didn’t happen by someone. Just my clumsiness.” I point to my face.

“If you say so,” Jules replies.

Tequila shrugs. “We’re all just worried about you, Angel, so you’re going to have to get over it.” They don’t need to worry about me, but I am glad to have friends like them.

“She’s right. That place is crawling with assholes,” Jules adds, then her shoulders visibly tense. “So, I’m afraid to ask… Um, did you really stay at Venom’s last night?”

“Oh my God. Does everyone know about that?”

“I’m Charger’s ol’ lady. He tells me enough.” Of course. I should have known. He doesn’t tell her all the details when it comes to club business, but he doesn’t keep much from her.

“It was fine. He slept on his couch, and I slept in the spare bedroom. He’s a jerk, but last night we were both too exhausted to even remember that we hated each other.” More lies. He wasn’t a jerk. I leave out the part about him playing doctor with me, and how I dreamt about him giving me the best and only orgasm of my life.

“I will stab him if he hurts you.”

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