Part 12 (1/2)

”No f.u.c.king talking,” I hiss as I clamp my hand over her mouth and pound into her over and over again.

She screams and I m.u.f.fle the noise with my hand as I spill my load inside of her warm c.u.n.t. s.h.i.+t that didn't take long. I bury my head in between her gorgeous t.i.ts trying to calm my breathing. I let my hand fall from her mouth.

”Prez... what the h.e.l.l was that?”

I just need her to shut the h.e.l.l up for a minute. I turn my head, one eyes vision blocked by her breast, and my other lands straight on my bed that I've shared with Angel for d.a.m.n near two months. I pull out, stand straight, and toss the condom in the trash.

”Go.”

Dizzy looks at me as if I've lost my d.a.m.n mind.

”Diz, just go, I'll be down in a minute.”

She jumps down and reaches for her clothes on the floor, giving me a perfect view of her a.s.s and luscious thighs.

What the f.u.c.k did I just do?

”G.o.d dammit,” I roar punching the wall.

”Prez you got your wires crossed man,” she says before heading out the door.

”f.u.c.k if I don't know it,” I reply.

I spend an hour up in my apartment dreading the walk back downstairs into my own club because I don't wanna look my Angel in the eyes. I screwed up. I know I did because if I didn't, I wouldn't feel like this right now.

I grab a smoke and head down. Angel's sitting on one of the couches talking with Berry as the charter ladies play pool shooting the s.h.i.+t with the brothers. She looks up at me and smiles a small sad smile and f.u.c.k if that doesn't kill me.

”Prez.” Sniper comes jogging up to me.

”We've f.u.c.king got him man; he's at the warehouse.”

Sniper wasn't quiet enough because Angel's entire body jumps before she gets up from the couch and heads over towards me.

”Chapel, now.”

”No,” Angel says sternly. ”I've got to hear this, please, Braxxon.”

”Okay baby,” I wrap my arm around her shoulder and lead us into the chapel. I wait for everyone to get inside before I slam the gavel down.

”Angel needs to hear this. h.e.l.l if she doesn't deserve to hear this.”

My brothers let out a sound of agreeable responses.

”He's in the warehouse. Petra called the prepay and said he had something. So I met up with him while you were...” He stops.

”No, it's okay; go on, Sniper,” Winter grumbles.

”Well I met up with him and roughed PP up a bit and hung him over the drains. So we head out now, yeah?”

”Now,” I growl slamming the gavel down.

Angel's on my heels as I make my way over to Dizzy. I want her to stay here with the family because I'm taking the brothers with me. They need to see and be a part of this.

”Stay here. Clubs on lockdown,” I say.

”Braxxon,” Angel tugs on my cut, and I turn to look at her.

”I need to go,” she croaks.

Go where? With us? I don't f.u.c.king think so.

”h.e.l.l no,” I say fiercely.

”It'll help fix me,” she croaks again.

”Prez... you can't take her on club business,” Dizzy spits.

”I'm the f.u.c.king MC President. Don't make my decisions for me Diz,” I seethe. ”Are you sure, Angel?”

”I'm so f.u.c.king sure,” she half smiles.

”Let's go.”

I thought that maybe having Angel's thighs squeezing me tight on the way to the warehouse would be an awesome d.a.m.n feeling. I was dead wrong. I'm anxious to get a hold of PP, and I'm clearly having a weak moment filled with guilt and regret about f.u.c.king Dizzy. When we all throttle into the warehouse gravel driveway and back up in a row, Winter jumps off. She tosses me her helmet and takes her hair down to run her fingers through it before piling it back on the top of her head. And why the f.u.c.k does she have to dress like that? She's wearing a strapless purple tight dress that doesn't even reach her knees. It shows her tanned legs and d.a.m.n if she doesn't pair it with her white converse. Not something a woman would usually wear riding on the back of a Harley, but what the h.e.l.l do I know about women's wear. I get off my lady and walk up to the warehouse door with Angel and the brothers on my tail. I key in the code and open the door. I flip on the lights and Angel pushes past me.

PP is dangling from the warehouse ceiling by a chain and handcuffs. His mouth is gagged and has duct tape wrapped around the gag. His eyes aren't focused on my brothers and me; they're focused on Angel who is standing a few feet away from him with her hand on her hip. The brothers and I line up and just watch. I'm sure we're all thinking the same thing. What's she doing?

Smokey starts pa.s.sing beers down the line. I pop my cap and toss it. Angel looks around for a moment before spotting something. She walks over to one of the roller chairs and rolls it back in front of PP.

”What's she doin'?” Sniper whispers beside me.

”I don't know,” I whisper back.

Angel sits in the chair and slouches, lifting her dress. What the f.u.c.k?

”You see it? Still pretty as ever,” she purrs. ”Guess you didn't do your job as well as you thought you did.”

Oh, f.u.c.k!

”Dude,” Pyro says from my other side.

”Let me tell you what p.i.s.ses me off about this whole experience.” She laughs, pulling her dress back down. ”The thing that just p.i.s.ses me off to where I see red is that I can't f.u.c.king come.”

She stands and pulls back her right arm sending a right hook straight to his jaw. ”I'm twenty-two f.u.c.king years old and I can't get off. I imagine after I'm done with you, I'll have enough closure to achieve an o.r.g.a.s.m.”

Oh, well I guess this is Angel's show. I lean against the carpenter table behind me. ”Huh well, well what is this,” her voice throaty as she walks to the cart.

”Prez, you gonna let her do this?” Smokey peers around at me.

”We weren't there Smokey; we didn't go through what she did. I don't think she'll actually do anything.”