Part 11 (2/2)

f.u.c.k! No wonder she's screwed up. This past year has been s.h.i.+t for her. She lifts her head, her look going cold.

”I grew up around this kinda s.h.i.+t, and when I fall in love with a criminal he can't stand it? What did he expect? If he ever finds me,” she shakes her head her voice going low, ”people will die.”

The bit about her falling in love with a criminal just p.i.s.ses me off. Her man might be dead, but the fact she's been in love before makes me see red, and I grind my teeth together. My brain is calling me a p.u.s.s.y as I have my inner jealous rage battle going on.

”I care about you, you know,” I tell her again.

She laughs, and it's a beautiful sound since I haven't heard a true laugh from her in weeks.

”It's pretty messed up, right? I mean look at us.” She points, smiling before her face goes serious again. ”But I care about you too, Braxxon. I just don't know how much yet.”

Thank Christ! It's not just me having these maddening thoughts.

”C'mere, Angel,” I growl.

”No... you c'mere,” she purrs. Playful, gorgeous Angel is back, and I'm going to take advantage of it.

I blast out my full watt smile and crawl towards her. She's inpatient and yanks me in, and my b.a.l.l.s shrivel on the spot.

”f.u.c.k, s.h.i.+t, d.a.m.n... that's cold, Angel.”

She giggles and slaps me on the arm. ”Then help me out would ya?”

”C'mon on sweetness.” I stand and help her to her feet.

”Thanks for checking on me, baby,” she says through chattering teeth as I wrap a towel around her.

”I might've had motive. You know you were laying there all f.u.c.king soakin' wet and naked. I wasn't leaving that view for the world,” I tease her.

”b.a.s.t.a.r.d,” she mumbles with a smile on her face.

”Let's go to bed. I need to wrap my feet with yours.”

Well h.e.l.l. Let me just cut off my b.a.l.l.s and hand them to her on a silver d.a.m.n dinner platter. Could I be any more of a little b.i.t.c.h?

It's been two flipping f.u.c.king long weeks since Winter and I had our shower talk. Petra has a lead on PP's location and every time my prepay rings I get all d.a.m.n jittery and s.h.i.+t. Having the family on lockdown for this long is starting to wear thin. Everyone is at one another's throats, the kids, especially the older ones are wigging out. Tatiana is driving Berry, Phil, and ZZ insane. But it's been way too quiet for us to take a chance and release the lockdown. Angel is still drinking, snorting, and mentally healing. I don't know what will fix her if anything. All I know is that she's slowly letting me in, and I'm slowly letting her in. My d.i.c.k is about to fall off from no use, and I've never went this long without f.u.c.king. h.e.l.l, I've barely been two days without s.c.r.e.w.i.n.g some nameless wh.o.r.e. She's worth it though. f.u.c.k is she worth it. Every once in a while I'll catch her smiling at me, and that one look is my constant reminder that she's still in there somewhere. That girl that rushed the breath out of my lungs with one dance is still there. I'm sitting at the bar twirling a shot gla.s.s around in my fingers when I hear a bunch of ladies pull in. My eyes cut to the monitor above the bar, and I grin because our Lady chapter just pulled in. They're based just two counties away, but they're coming back from a charity ride. Angel walks up to the bar, looks at the screen, and her eyes cut to mine.

”I haven't seen you grin like that since the weekend I met you,” she murmurs.

Oh, s.h.i.+t!

”Is one of them one of the three you've ever cared about?”

How to answer that? She's just making progress and finally letting me in. If I don't answer truthfully, she'll just find out from someone else or from interaction. I take my shot gla.s.s, pour some whiskey in it, and hand it to her. She takes it and drinks it with a straight face, her gold eyes never leaving mine.

”Yes,” I say.

”Oh... and is the third one here, too?”

She is the third one. It pulls at my chest for her to think I don't care about her when I constantly tell her that I do. f.u.c.k, why is s.h.i.+t so complicated?

”I'm looking at her,” I say honestly.

Her sad frown slowly edges to a smile and she nods, taking the whiskey bottle from me and throwing back another shot.

”That's nice,” she whispers.

That's nice. That's all she can say? Jesus there she goes closing off again. Just when I think I'm making f.u.c.king progress.

”I'm gonna go visit with Lana.”

That'll be good. Lana won't come outta that d.a.m.n room but only to eat. She's really taking this guilt thing a little too far. And the s.h.i.+t she's putting in my VP's head is nuts. He's so bent over her.

”Yeah, okay.”

”I'm gonna visit her for a long while. So maybe if you need to... umm... relieve yourself with,” her eyes cut to the monitor, ”the second one, I won't be upset. I can't give you want you need, and we're really not a couple. We don't know what we are because I'm so screwed up, and I know this isn't how you normally do things. I'm just gonna go,” she says her voice low.

Did she just give me a green light to f.u.c.k someone else? Have I not been clear with her? I could f.u.c.k the m.u.f.fler bunnies running in and outta here if I wanted some that d.a.m.n badly.

f.u.c.k this s.h.i.+t; I'm tired of it. She wants me to lay it to Dizzy, then I will. I'm done waiting around for her to realize what I mean when I say I care for her. I'm an MC f.u.c.king president; she can just go to f.u.c.king h.e.l.l now.

Besides, Dizzy will blow my f.u.c.king mind to oblivion. She was the best lay I've ever had until I stuck my d.i.c.k in Angel. s.h.i.+t, there I go again.

I need to rectify this situation right now. Screw someone else and then just maybe I won't give a s.h.i.+t about Angel anymore.

I slide out of my stool, head outside and when my eyes meet Dizzy's, I'm spun around again. She does that to people hence her name. She's so d.a.m.n hot. Her long black hair with bright red highlights running through it and her long legs clad in leather. f.u.c.k me. This is good. This is very good.

”Prez,” she smiles walking up to me.

”I have an itch,” I growl and pull her behind me walking so d.a.m.n fast.

”Mmm...and you need me to scratch it,” she laughs keeping up the pace.

”Yes,” I grit out.

If I don't look needy, then people are blind. I'm practically running down the hall with her hand in mine towards my room when I spot the slam room door halfway open. Angel's whispering to Lana and I guess she feels me because her head turns and her eyes meet mine. She takes a deep breath, shuts them, and turns her attention back to Lana.

”Braxxon,” Dizzy says, and it's enough to remind me I have a hot f.u.c.k waiting for me.

”Let's roll.” I slap her on the a.s.s.

I don't even have my bedroom door shut before she attacks me, ripping my clothes off. Her tongue thrusts in my mouth as I undo her leather pants. When we're stripped of our clothes, I pick her up, slam her down on my dresser, and reach for a condom. I s.h.i.+eld myself in record time, slam into her, and groan.

”f.u.c.k baby,” she curses.

No s.h.i.+t.

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