Page 47 of Angel

I stare at the screen after I hit send and immediately regret it. Jesus, I feel like a teenager again. But I’m staring. Waiting. Hoping she answers.

Angel: And I shouldn’t have gone with him in the first place. It was a stupid idea all around.

My heart races, and my chest is all warm and fucking fuzzy.

“Hey, handsome, want me to make you feel better? You seem a little stressed out.” The hang-around rubs my shoulders and then trails her fake nails down my neck, until she reaches the crotch of my jeans.

I slip my phone back into my pocket and let her do her thing as I sip on my beer. I tilt my head slightly to the side while she nibbles my earlobe like it’s a treat. I imagine it’s Angel. She’s the one rubbing her hand over my dick, the one licking and sucking on the skin of my neck. Not the chick with the horrible red-hair dye and cigarette-stained teeth.

She begins to undo the button and zipper of my jeans, sticking her hand down the opening. “You like that, stud? You want me to suck you off right here?” she asks me, smirking and licking her lips. I wonder… is this the distraction I need to get Angel off my mind?

No, it sure isn’t. “Thanks, but no thanks, sweetheart.” I push her away from me, and she stumbles back.

She makes a face like I just killed her cat. “Fine, what a disappointment, Venom. I could have shown you a great time.” With that, she struts off to someone else.

The bartender leans against the back counter, eyeing me while drying a glass. “The reason your balls are in a bind… Does it have anything to do with a certain blonde vixen? Killer eyes, nice-size tits, legs for days.” He smirks, still wiping down the glass with a towel. The same towel I’d like to strangle him with for mentioning her… assets.

I finish my beer, slamming it onto the counter. I ignore his question and hightail it the fuck out of there, leaving his laughter echoing in the background. I’ve had enough fun for one night.

I stalk outside to my bike and swing a leg over the seat. Starting her up, I light a cigarette and knock the kickstand into place. After she roars to life, I roll out of there and head home. I wonder if our paths will ever cross again. I should be relieved she’s out of my hair. Just look at all the shit problems she’s caused.

She was a pain in my ass.

Although Mouse had it coming to him, and I would have kicked his sorry ass out eventually, she sure as shit moved the process along. But when the fucker threatened to hurt her… I’ll slit her damn throat right after I shove my cock inside her whore of a snatch.

Over my dead fucking body was that ever going to happen. And I didn’t plan on letting him stick around to see if he was bluffing or not. I grip my handlebars tighter as I speed down the road to my empty house.

SIXTEEN

Angel

This will be the first trade Chain has let me tag along on… in a while. And there hasn’t been many. I think he feels bad for the situation at the Skulls, maybe trying to take back his judgement. But whatever. I don’t regret anything that went down. I don’t think so anyway.

We park our bikes off to the side of the abandoned building near town. A little close to the public eye if you were to ask me, but they didn’t, so I won’t comment on the situation.

The club we’re here to see is from Pennsylvania, just across the border. Chain likes to do some of our gun trading through them. He says they’re reliable. Not that we go around shooting people, but in certain situations, firearms come in handy. Another thing that comes in handy? Having friends in the right places. It’s smart to have allies who aren’t that big of pricks, in order to help keep the peace.

Our boots and chains echo as we each step in sync with one another. We all stop, and the other club does the same in front of us. Their Prez takes one look at me and raises a brow.

Here we fucking go. “Didn’t know we brought snatch along on these trades. I don’t deal with women. So, either she goes or we will.”

The tension surfaces, going from a five to a ten, and my guys don’t like it. But I dislike it more. I shove past Bullet and Chain and face the man questioning my presence, looking him square in the eyes. “I bet I have more balls than half those men you got standing behind you. So, before you’re so quick to judge me because I have a vagina instead of a penis, maybe you should keep your focus on why we’re actually here. And that’s to get some fucking pieces, not compare organs.”

“Jesus Christ,” Chain mumbles behind me, but I ignore it.

All of a sudden, the Pennsylvanian prick breaks out into a deep, sincere laugh. “Well, shit, sounds about right. You do got some balls.” He laughs more, then shakes his head. “Fuck, all right then, follow me, fellas. I’ll show you the merchandise.”

Chain and Bullet trail behind him and his VP, leaving the rest of us to stand watch. One of the members from the other club gives me an air kiss and winks.

Fucking pig. I smirk.

“Got something in your eye there, brother,” Tank growls.

“It’s okay, Tank. I think he’s just used to club whores and rotted teeth scraping his small dick.”

The guy drops his smirk and crosses his arms over his chest. “Fucking bitch,” he mumbles, but I smile proudly.

After the meeting, we all get on our bikes and head out for the diner in the center of town. It’s the usual routine: trade, eat, the guys find some ladies to flirt with, then call it a day.

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