Angel Page 8

  “I need you to visit Merry. Go see what’s going down with the old man and get to the bottom of it before you select a comfy spot for Davis’ appendages on your mantle.” I would have gone myself but as a convicted felon, my visiting requests were nearly always refused.

  “On it.” Digit hung up. No arguments or counter ideas, he just did what he was told. He wasn’t like Razor; there was no hidden agenda. Digit was straight up and down. I asked him to count the numbers and report, and he counted the numbers and reported. I asked him to dish out some justice and he reached for a sterilized jar and his mother’s old paring knife. I was fairly sure if I asked him to fart and spin in concentric circles, he’d have attempted it.

  With that in hand, I could now focus on problems two and three.

  Razor.

  And Rosie.

  Razor, I was hoping, just needed watching. I had this burning need to stay sharp in his company and it felt a lot like when I was inside. I knew he wanted the head chair and at some point, the guy would get stab happy in the direction of my back for it, so for now, I had to use the eyes I’d learned to keep open in the back of my head.

  When I got to the workshop, I began to dread finding Razor causing trouble or Rosie in some tight, inappropriate clothing. If her ass was sticking out from under the hood of the Plymouth, exposing too much flesh, I was done for. Fortunately, she was there and not bent over something inappropriately. Unfortunately, she was laughing and joking with Throttle. Putting that aside, I exited before she saw me and headed for JP’s house. We needed to have a chat. Fifteen minutes later, I was knocking on his kitchen door.

  “Oh my,” Vix flustered. “I’ll just get him.” She was a lovely old lady, pretty and honorable, and the fact that she’d left me standing on the porch instead of inviting me in proved that. She knew exactly what was required and right now that was, ‘don’t invite the wolf into your home’. My club’s reputation brought out the same look in everyone’s eyes, but our code demanded that she be polite and let her husband deal with me.

  “What do you want? I could have met you at the club house.”

  JP pointed me in the direction of his yard, away from the porch and well away from the house. He wasn’t hostile, yet. But he also wasn’t rolling out the welcome wagon.

  “This is better discussed without the rest of the brothers around.”

  “I’m starting to feel like I should be worried.” He folded his arms across his chest to remind me of who he was and his sheer size. Around these parts, he demanded respect and wasn’t used to not receiving it.

  “It’s about Rosie.” Calling her by her old name wasn’t a mistake or slip of the tongue, and it brought his mood to the front. As one president to another, I was stepping outside of our existing business boundary and we both knew it.

  “Angel is no concern of you or your club.”

  “There are politics at work in some of my club’s business and she’s dancing around the edge of it.”

  I watched as his body tensed up and it warmed my stone cold heart that she’d had someone who cared about her for all these years. “Angel is nowhere near your club or its business. I worked hard to make sure of that. Neither is my club. As soon as the Mustangs are done, so are we. We’ll never work for the Carnals again.”

  JP turned around and went to walk off, making it crystal clear he was done with this conversation. I knew if I was going to make that girl mine, I had to win him over, but the question would be which was the toughest challenge—getting him on my side or convincing her she belonged with me?

  “Like you, I’m not in the habit of sharing club business, but I’m going to be honest, JP. Davis Peters has been managing our holdings. That relationship is about to hit the tenuous category and I’m asking for your help to keep her clear of it, and him, for a bit.”

  JP’s head dropped back and with his face pointing to the sky, he put his hands on his hips. This wasn’t frustration or anger; this was pure concern for his girl. “Should I be packing her off to a convent? A safe house?”

  “That girl would never get into a convent. The place would combust within about a second of her breaching the entrance,” I joked, but the joke wasn’t very well received. “Anyway, I’m not sure she’d go.”

  “Damn straight. My Angel has more attitude and balls than some of the guys working on your motors.” JP smiled with sheer love and this time, I couldn’t keep the smile from my face. That description was pure Rosie Collins; not one scrap of her fire and sass had diminished in the twenty years we’d been apart.

  “For fuck's sake, don’t think I don’t see the way you look at my girl, Wolf. I do. My club may be somewhat lower down in the violence stakes than yours, but if you hurt her I wouldn’t even blink. I wouldn’t hesitate to rethink the Sentinels position on revenge and retribution. I would do time for my girl just to keep her away from your kind of trouble.”

  He knew; of course he did. You didn’t get to where he was and not learn to read what was going on around you. JP knew I wanted her, but what I didn’t know yet was whether he would give me his blessing. With our connection from the past, he knew everything, including the truth about our upbringing. I had to respect that despite us being responsible for the death of his friend and brother, he had put that aside and raised her. JP had allowed me the opportunity to deal with the Sentinels old code of revenge.

  I had killed my dad so she could be free of that guilt, and as a mark of respect for him giving her a life. “Whatever happens—”

  “Will be her choice.” He cut me off. “But if I can influence her to stay away from you and your fucked up world of death and torture, I will. I raised her right to choose her future, but that doesn’t mean I will stand by and watch you consume her and spit her out afterwards.”

  Now it was my turn to stand firm. “Do not presume to know me.”

  “And that goes both ways. You mistreat my Angel, our Angel, and you’ll have a war on your hands and I won’t need to work hard to convince my brothers. I’ll keep her away from Davis whilst you bleed him dry, but for her benefit, not yours. But hear me, Wolf, you fuck her over and I won’t rest until your carcass is rotting underground.”

  JP always knew that this day was coming. He knew that warning me to stay away from her was pointless and right now he was praying like a God crazy motherfucker that she would rebuke me all on her own. “You need to tell her you know, JP, and now.” I walked away, leaving him fearing a conversation he’d been putting off for decades.

  My watch rarely ran slow. I was on time for most things, but if there was one thing I was going to be fucking early for it was the party that night at the Sentinels clubhouse. If Razor was going, I needed to keep an eye on him, and if there was a possibility that Rosie might appear, I needed to stay close and stop him from playing with her.

  As the beer flowed, the girls crawled out of the woodwork and appeared in droves. In such a small place, I imagined these boys were quite the attraction, but not only that—the Sentinels tended to treat them decently. Still, in raw terms, they were fuckable meat, and both bikers and bitches had no problem with that. It was how they put themselves out there. In the past, I’d have been more than happy to get involved. After all, if a girl can enjoy her sexuality in a variety of ways then no one else should be bothered by it.

  As the night progressed, Rosie was still nowhere to be seen and from the looks of it, Razor was lining up what was surely going to be an epic gang bang of debauchery. As I watched this take shape, I began to relax. Rosie would be in the clear from Razor for tonight. The Sentinel brothers gave me a wide berth and it was nice to have some time to think through the whole Davis debacle with a beer by the bonfire.

  As the sun had long since gone down, the women around me were being scooped up like raffle prizes and when I shifted my head to watch one couple leave, I saw a blur of clothing sprinting through the field behind the fence.

  Rosie.

  She moved at a fair pace through the thick bushes and hedgerow
in a sparkling white shirt that shone in the moonlight, and that gorgeous mane of hair bounced along behind her. I knew immediately where she was heading and as Razor hadn’t left the immediate area, I couldn’t take the risk of him spotting her and attempting to enlist her in his night of fun.

  As I stood up and threw my bottle at the bottom of the fire, I noticed that slimy motherfucker Throttle head in her direction. Because of him, she was already injured and would be no match against Razor if she got in his way.

  I snuck into the side door of the workshop and crept closer, intent on observing what was going on and what I heard did not make me happy.

  “Still don’t want me, Throttle? Or are you just here to tease yourself again and piss me off?” Rosie didn’t move from the Mustang she was fiddling with, but I saw Throttle’s face had dropped to the floor in frustration.

  “I’m a prospect, Angel. Your dad would have my nut sack on a spit rotating over the fire pit.”

  “With an attitude like that, you’ll always be a prospect. Sounds to me like you don’t have a nut sack to put on the spit in the first place.”

  Fuck.

  Rosie was goading him into making a move. I figured she always did this and usually, it worked. My fists were screwed up and clenched hard as I prayed that she wasn’t getting to him. Hoping beyond hope that Throttle could resist her, because if he laid a hand on her, I knew I’d beat him to a pulp in a heartbeat. I might be the most level headed one in the Carnals, but I could still be a level headed lunatic when the need arose and nobody touched what was mine.

  “Look, if you don’t want me, Throttle, then say. Stop fucking with my head and back the fuck out of my life.”

  “I didn’t say I didn’t want you. If I was a full member right now, I’d already have my dick down your throat.”

  Hearing those words made me want to separate his dick from his body.

  “Tough words with no action.”

  For fuck's sake, not only was Rosie pushing his buttons, but she was questioning his pride. Questioning any man’s pride, especially a prospect who wanted to prove he was all man, was a risky move.

  Throttle stepped up behind her and as he placed his hands on her hips, I knew I had to intervene. It was like second nature and I couldn’t stop myself from doing it.

  “Who’s back there and thinks it’s a good idea to be fucking around by my motors?” By the time I stepped forward, Throttle had stepped back out of her space. Rosie was no longer in arm’s reach and looked extremely nervous—cute too, but still nervous. Throttle glared at me like he was ready to commit murder. The man-boy was pissed at being interrupted, especially as he’d just found the balls to proceed.

  “Hey, Wolf,” Rosie mumbled.

  “Angel.”

  “There a problem with my Mustangs, prospect?” I reminded him of his meager standing. It was a shitty move, but fuck, I enjoyed seeing his face screw up in rage.

  “No.”

  “Good. Then let’s shut up shop and let my pretty ladies sleep.”

  “Angel.” He jerked his head in her direction. “Let’s go.”

  “You go ahead, Prospect. I’ll make sure she gets home safely.”

  “Not gonna tell my president I left his Angel with a Carnal.”

  Part of me wished he’d hurry up and back down so I didn’t have to kick his ass in front of her. But the side of me that was Carnal taught wanted the challenge. I longed for the chance to show her how weak other men were and wouldn’t go kind if I got the opportunity.

  “Not a fucking request. I still see you in five seconds, trust me, you won’t be seeing anything straight for some time.”

  Throttle hated that and hated me. Every fiber of his being was screaming at him to throw down and take me on. Just when I thought he was about to do it, he spun round and stormed off, flipping a tool tray over in fury on his way to the door.

  I looked at Rosie, trying to hide my pleasure at his discomfort. “We’re leaving.” She didn’t argue with me, as I waited patiently for her to clean her hands, and then follow behind me in silence to the door.

  But like the old Rosie, her silence only lasted so long. “Where did you come from?”

  “Saw you Usain Bolting it across the field. Saw him follow and decided to get involved. I don’t like him.”

  We carried on walking. “I get that, but you don’t have to like him. And you’ll be gone soon.”

  Her house loomed closer and with a smile, I knew that now, she was trying to push my buttons. Rosie Collins had a knack for creating drama and trying to handle that back when I was ten years old was terrifying, now, not so much.

  All the house lights were off as we approached and I knew that Vix and JP were asleep. He rarely partied and preferred home laundered bed sheets and his old lady. You had to respect a man for that. Rosie stopped at the side of the house and put her foot in the bottom square of a wooden trellis.

  “What the fuck are you doing?”

  She hitched up another foot and grabbed a section above her head with her good hand. “They’ll be asleep. I don’t disturb them this way.”

  “They’ll hear you scream when you fall. You can’t climb up there one handed. Get the hell down.” I watched as she raised her foot again, which took her further up the trellis in defiance. “Your rebellious act is cute, but it’s not happening.” Before she could scramble any higher, I reached up and pulled her off the trellis, hearing her gasp as my rough, machine worn hands settled on the soft skin of her waist beneath her t-shirt.

  Neither of us could ignore the spark that jolted between us, and when she was finally on flat ground, I wrapped my arms around her middle. I just couldn’t find the willpower to stop. She still held some invisible power over me after all this time. As Rosie was stacked up against me, I could smell her scent and almost feel the warmth in her blood as her chest rose quickly to try to grab as much oxygen as possible.

  “Knew in my bones you’d turn out to be sexy as fuck.” I kissed the top of her collarbone through the shirt material and then nipped it with my teeth. The little moan that escaped her body sent a signal to my dick that had my body’s blood supply surging towards it. “Couldn’t let him touch you. I won’t let him touch you.”

  I moved one of my hands south until it cupped her warm pussy and was nearly bowled over when she moved her body into it, deepening our contact, urging me on.

  “You want me?” I whispered, and her hips pushed against me as I rubbed the outside of her denim shorts against her pussy. “You gonna let me in there?”

  I didn’t wait for an answer but knew that she liked my dirty mouth and with my free hand, I pulled her face back towards me and forced my tongue into her mouth. In a matter of seconds, she began to dry hump my hand while kissing me hard. My head didn’t know whether to carry on kissing her or strip her down and fuck her on the dirt beneath her bedroom window.

  “Is this gonna get you off? This all I gotta do? Imagine if my dick was inside you.”

  Rosie bucked up against me in a heated frenzy and I knew she was close, so I stopped rubbing her and shoved my hand down her shorts. Discovering that the filthy little madam was going commando had me throbbing painfully. No wonder the friction of a denim seam was having such a huge effect. Unable to control myself, I inflicted a serious sharp pinch to her captured clit with my thumb and forefinger and felt her shudder and groan through her orgasm.

  Magnificent.

  “I like what I see. Next time you do that around my dick,” I whispered in her ear as I nibbled the lobe and nipped at her neck and lips.

  As I pulled my finger from between her pussy lips, I smeared them in her warm cunt juices and then offered them to her lips. Most women in my past would have devoured them and suckled them like teats, but not Rosie. She took one long, lavish lick and then pushed them in my direction.

  “You enjoy that, baby. Thanks for finishing what Throttle couldn’t.”

  Before I could grumble, she was off up the trellis and out of reach. I was stoo
d still and dumbfounded as she climbed through her bedroom window.

  That little minx always got what she wanted and always had the last laugh. As I stood bemused outside her house with a dick harder than granite, I could hear her giggling. “Still a fucking handful, just like always,” I said into the dead of night and left her to it.

  When I woke up this morning I thought my biggest problem would be the blue balls Rosie had left me with after setting her off last night. Sleeping with something as big and hard as coconuts between your legs is like having a brick wedged in your asshole. Painful. I’d palmed myself off to ease the tension, but honest to God, the minute I thought about her, the noises she made, the smell of her pussy juices, and I was right back to square one. If I didn’t get to sink my big fella inside her soon, I wouldn’t be responsible for the madness I unleashed.

  Two minutes later, when I was forcing my body to accept a cup of freeze dried, motel sacheted bullshit coffee, I got word that Davis’s old man had been found dead in the prison shower block. Some nasty fucker had cut him open and hung him up by his own entrails. Very gruesome and very Mexican. As if that wasn’t bad enough, Merry had also been shanked. He was left to bleed out alongside Davis Snr. and was now under guard at the hospital. Based on this outcome, I could actually forgive Davis for pissing himself and crossing me to cave to their demands, but if he’d found his spine and told me, all of this could have been prevented.