Okay, so maybe Bellamy’s been rubbing off on me.
“Blade, I need a favor,” my boyfriend says, I gulp at the fury in his eyes as he looks at my split lip, his eyes narrowed. I try not to flinch, knowing Drake is going to wish he’d just stayed away.
I should be scared right now, I should be walking away from him, yet, oddly enough, the man is turning me on.
As I said, he’s been rubbing off on me…
Chapter 16
Cage
I slowly lick my bottom lip as I lean against the torture chamber wall of the Dark Angels MC and stare at the passed-out fucker chained to the ceiling. His arms are stretched above his head, his feet dangling and only wearing his boxers. My sole attention is my girl's name tattooed large over his right shoulder, which unfortunately for this fucker is only making me angrier. He tried to claim her,myfucking girl, while screwing her sister.
Walking in to see my girl kneeing him, my cock hardened, hearing her sass, it went solid, but seeing the cut on her fucking lip, had me ready for murder.
The fucker backhanded her. By the bruise that was forming on her face, he fucking did it more than once.
“Does it help that she broke his dick?” Psycho, the Dark Angels VP, questions, and I shake my head at the fucker while his brothers chuckle.
“No, it doesn’t,” I grunt, though hearing his cries of pain when I forced him to stand up sounded like music to my fucking ears. My girl kneed him so hard she broke his dick, which clearly was hard when he attacked her.
Rage, so much fucking rage is running through me right now.
“Fucking Trick… and your dad is going to kill us,” Blade grumbles, and I hum, not disagreeing.
“I’m just not ready,” I admit, and Blade grunts in acknowledgment, knowing I’m not.
I know I could have called the club for their help, they’re the same distance from me, like Blade’s club, but I can’t have them around Drew, not yet.
“My little girl, Tate, has taken a rather big shine to a beautiful woman with long sandy blonde hair wearing a man's shirt and tights,” Fury says as he walks into the room, and I look his way in shock.
“Drew is here? I thought she was with her dad?” I ask, and Fury grins wide, his light green eyes shining with humor.
“Good to see how much you’ve fallen, brother,” he says, and I give him the middle finger, making him chuckle before he states, “Yes, she’s here. Joel brought her, and Anna instantly took her under her wing before Tate jumped on her lap, refusing to move. Have to admit, she’s good with the kids brother.”
A picture of Drew swollen and round with my child while dancing appears yet again, and I swallow the lump forming, the fear.
“We’re not ready for kids,” I say, and he hums, then admits, “Neither was I, but Tate is my world, and the only thing I would change is having my girl as her mama.”
I wince, as Psycho says, “Skylar will come round, brother,” and Fury grunts again.
A few years ago, he was forced to make friends with the old Pres’s biological daughter because she wanted nothing to do with the fucker. Fury ended up falling in love with Skylar, and when he was about to tell her the truth and claim her, a clubwhore came forward and admitted to trapping him.
At the time, the idiot thought he was doing the right thing by not only confessing everything to his girl but also ending things so he could focus on becoming a dad and getting full custody, he’s now regretting it.
He wants his girl back, but she doesn’t want him. No one understands why, though several brothers believe Blade’s mother is the reason.
It’s her husband who screwed another woman and conceived Skylar as revenge after she apparently had an affair with a prospect.
I don’t believe Anna fucked the prospect. I’ve seen the love and anguish she looks at her husband with, the pain that only people who experience severe pain can recognize. I think something more had happened, and Brick wanted to see what he wanted. The fucker is going to regret it when she finally tells her truth, especially when even I’ve heard him claim Skylar’s existence is her fault like a jackass.
Shaking my head, I look back at the fucker just as Viper, the club's Sarge, says, “I can’t believe she broke his fucking dick, that must have hurt…”
I chuckle and admit, “It was hot to watch, I can tell you that.”
“How in the fuck did you not kill him on the spot?” Fury asks, and I sigh.
“Drew basically asked me not to shoot him in front of her,” I grumble, and the men in the room laugh just as Blade’s phonerings and the fucker groans while I outright laugh, knowing it’s most likely my dad or Trick.
