Page 52 of Angel

Fuck that. She’s mine. Mine.

Why the fuck is she doing this? She can’t enjoy it; no one enjoys that. Not her. She’s not someone who wants this. I know her enough to know this is not her. But I can’t sweep her up and take her away from it all. I’m not that guy. And even if I were, she wouldn’t let me anyway.

Fuck, I don’t care what she wants. I can’t let this happen.

My chest tightens with every breath, and I can’t calm down. How am I supposed to calm down? “Motherfucker!”

My boots thunder with every giant stride I take back to my bike. I start her up, and just as I’m about to go after my girl, my cell rings. There’s a slight hope in my chest that it’s her, but I already know it’s not. The number’s unknown. “Yeah?”

The other line is silent before a voice I could never forget answers. “Did I call at a bad time?” The sound of my President sends my blood running cold. But I was waiting for this call. For a while now. Even if his timing couldn’t be any damn worse.

Fuck. I take a few deep breaths. “As good a time as any. What’s up, Prez? Been a minute since I heard from you.”

“Yeah, well, you see… it was a little hard to reach you. You wouldn’t answer your goddamn phone.” You don’t get the best cell reception when you’re held prisoner, but he doesn’t know that. A little secret I’ll keep to myself. “I had no choice but to make my deals with Mouse. Fucking cocksucker never fucking listens. Speaking of the little rat, heard you voted him out.”

“Yeah, I voted him out. Guy was a loose cannon. A ticking time bomb,” I tell him.

“I see. Not that I disagree.” There’s a short pause. “Any word on the Chains since that night? It’s funny… You were right behind me, but then you weren’t,” he questions, and I know what he’s doing. He’s feeling me out.

“Shit got crazy, and we got separated,” I lie.

“Right, well, I got the Chains looking for my ass. And as you can see, I’ve been laying low down here with the babes in Florida.” His voice is nasal as he puffs out smoke.

“Yeah, I’ve been trying to stay clear of them too. They know I was there that night. But I’ll be honest. I think it’s you they’re interested in.”

“Probably pissed them off.” He laughs, and I clench my cell tighter. “I seem to be a popular fucking guy.” His viciousness echoes through the line. “But here’s the deal. Remember a certain mob boss? Galiente… the one I was trying to sell that fine pussy off to?”

I grind my teeth. “Yeah, what about him?”

“Turns out, according to Mouse, the Chains put a fucking bullet in his goddamn neck. And also turns out, he has a brother… a higher-up brother. Name’s Victor Galiente. Fuck us, right?”

“Sounds like a fucking mess of a problem.” I hope his brother doesn’t find out we were the ones selling to the dearly departed.

“Damn right it’s a problem. But I don’t think he knows it was us. I do have other clients eagerly waiting on some promised pussy though.”

My grip tightens. “You’re still in the trafficking market, I take it?”

“Yeah, and shit is hard to do all the way in Florida. Ohio is the prime spot. But from the sound of things, I’m not going to be coming back anytime soon.” This asshole is giving our club one hell of a bad rep, and my patience is wearing thin. “Also, I got some business to deal with, business I need you to take care of for me. Some drop offs here with Orlando clubs, if you catch my drift. Leave first thing tomorrow morning.” He means drugs.

“And why is it that I’m the one who has to do the bitch work?”

“Because I fucking said so, and you’re my VP. I gave you that title for a reason. Don’t make me regret it. Once you’re done, I’ll meet up with you and collect the money.”

“Shouldn’t that be used for the club?” I ask, but the other end goes silent.

Not thirty seconds later, he sends me the locations of each drop off. Motherfucker. Do I have a plan? Not even close. But I better let the Chains know this one. I’ll have to deal with the Angel situation when I get back, even though the mere thought of her pussy being anywhere near another man’s dick makes me want to fucking kill someone.

EIGHTEEN

Angel

I’m on edge, sitting here, bouncing my leg under the table, and waiting for the emergency meeting to start.

Tonight—tonight was bad. And Victor already texted me. Scheduled a meetup, but I can’t go. I won’t go. I won’t be subjected to his punishment like a weakling. I’d rather die than let him touch me again. Fucking asshole.

Chain finally walks into church, and the room goes silent, everyone’s attention on him. He called an emergency meeting, but none of us have any idea why. I thought about going to him multiple times tonight, but how can I involve my brothers? Charger has Jules and Chloe. Chain’s got Mags. I can’t risk someone getting hurt.

Then I thought about the very last option, the one that pains me to my core…

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