Hell's Fire MC: The Full Series

by Erin Trejo

  “I wouldn’t know what to do with that.” I nod toward the sparkling candle while Angel regains her composure. She steps back up to me, with a smile.

  “You make a wish, Devil,” She says while my eyes search hers. I don’t know what to say to her. I step aside to let her come in. She hesitates only for a second, before moving past me. The smell of her perfume slams into my nose. I close the door before turning to face her. She’s so damn beautiful and doesn’t even realize it.

  “You are one of the few people that would do this for someone.” I don’t smile. I don’t blink. I don’t know what to say to her.

  “There are few people I care about enough to do it for.” Is she saying she cares about me? She couldn’t possibly.

  “I’m no good, Angel.” Her hands lower slightly with the cake still in them.

  “I was just trying to be nice,” She says. Angel sets the cake on the table next to my beers before walking toward the door again. I put my hand out to stop her, coming to rest on her stomach.

  “I didn’t say I wanted you to leave.” Pushing her back slowly, she looks at me with tears in her eyes.

  “I don’t know how to do this. I don’t know how to have a friend, or take this shit. I’ve never done it.” I tell her honestly. A small smile crosses her face before she grabs my hand.

  “I’ll show you.”

  With her hand on mine it’s sending shock waves through me. Having her this close, is even worse. Angel leads me to the table before she lets me go.

  “All you have to do is make a wish, and blow out the candle,” She grins. I narrow my eyes at her. This makes no sense to me.

  “Why? What’s the point?” I ask. Angel giggles lightly before picking the cake up.

  “I don’t know! You just wish for something you really want.” I don’t know about all of this. I shrug my shoulders before leaning down, blowing the candle out. It means nothing to me but it seems to make Angel happy. She beams with a smile that I’ve never seen before.

  “What are you smilin’ about?” I ask, her eyes come back to mine.

  “I just hope you get what you wished for.” She has no idea what I wished. Hell, I don’t even know if I know what it was.

  “So, now what?” I ask looking around. I’m new to all this birthday stuff.

  “You eat cake. You party, you pass out. Whatever you want to do. It’s your day.” It’s my day? The thought doesn’t settle well with me. I don’t want a day. I don’t want anything.

  “Whatever I want–just for today?” I ask making sure I heard her right. Angel grins. Looking at her with so much lust, why can’t I have her right now.

  “Anything you want,” She responds. God, her smile is perfect. I move toward her slowly. Her eyes never leave mine as confusion shakes her. My hands come up to cup her face before I kiss her. She doesn’t move, or kiss me back. That’s the only thing that has me pulling away from her. If she doesn’t want to do this, I won’t make her.

  “Say no, Angel. Tell me no,” I practically beg. She’s having a war within herself. I can see it in her eyes.

  “No.” I’m almost shocked when the words leave her mouth. I never thought she’d say no to me, but she’s smart. She’s smart to stay away from me. I lower my hands, backing away from her.

  “Thank you for the lighter, and the cake.” Her eyes fill with tears. She nods her head, not speaking.

  “You’re welcome.” Her voice shakes, ripping me apart. I knew I should have known better than to think something more. Angel turns to walk away but as shockingly as it comes to me, I don’t want her to.

  “Stay with me. Just for tonight.”

  ***

  Her head hangs low. I move to her slowly, resting my hand on her shoulder.

  “Please.” I damn near beg again. I don’t fucking say please. I don’t ever fucking act like this, so what the hell am I doing? I want to curse myself. I want to rip my own throat out, but I can’t deny how much I want her here. Angel slowly turns, her teary eyes burning through me.

  “Ok. I’ll stay.” She reaches for her shirt before I stop her.

  “No, Angel. Not like that,” I say firmly. She has it in her head that every man just wants to fuck her. While I do want to fuck her, I want her to realize that she is more than what people make her out to be.

  “Come on,” I say before grabbing her hand and leading her to the bed. She sits down as I follow. I run my hand through my hair not knowing where to go with all of this.

  “I’ve never had a woman in my bed and not fucked her senseless.” This is strange for me. I don’t know how to react to any of this.

  “It’s ok. I’ve never actually stayed the night with a guy either. Not like this,” She admits. I don’t know how that makes me feel.

  “Well, fuck.” Grabbing a beer, I sit on the bed, uncomfortably next to her.

  “What do normal people do?” I ask. Angel’s laugh fills my heart. A cold dead heart.

  “You’re normal, Devil. You were just dealt a shitty hand.” She tries to sound sure of herself. I wish that were true. I wish I was normal, but nothing about me is.

  “I don’t know about all that. Really though, what do they do?” I ask again. Angel reaches past me grabbing the controller.

  “Watch movies. Binge eat. Whatever you want.” She flicks through the channels before stopping on a movie. I watch the screen uneasily before she shoves off the bed.

  “Eat your cake. I made it. You won’t die, since I didn’t let Amber get her hands near it.” Her laughter settles something inside of me. I love hearing her laugh. I watch her move around, getting plates and forks. It’s like she belongs here. Shaking my head, I need to get that out of my mind, and quickly. I can’t have her. I can’t have anything.

  “Here, try it,” She says, passing me a plate before she climbs up next to me.

  “I don’t know about this.” I look at the cake like it might attack. I’ve never ate cake before. Sounds crazy, I know.

  “Just try it.” Angel picks up a small piece from her plate, holding it in her fingers. Opening my mouth, I let her put it in. I suck her fingers into my mouth as soon as they touch my lips. Tasting the cake, as well as Angel, sends shocks through my body. Her eyes widen as she watches me.

  “Do you like it?” Her voice catches. I don’t miss it.

  “I more than like it.”

  Chapter 6

  We fell asleep comfortably last night. Angel is still asleep on my arm. I won’t wake her. She looks too perfect in her sleep. I have my laptop set on my stomach, clicking through some things. My arm screams in pain from where Angel has been asleep. The things I find aren’t really of any interest to me.

  “What are you doing?” She asks in a husky voice. Angel’s morning voice stirs something in me. Glancing down at her, I smile.

  “Just lookin’ into a few things,” I say before sliding the laptop off me. I roll onto my side to face her. Angel tries to move, but I hold her in place.

  “Let me up, Devil. I haven’t brushed my teeth or anything,” She whines. The laughter that explodes out of me shocks her. She tries a little harder to move this time.

  “You think I give a shit?” I ask her grabbing her face in my free hand and pulling her back near me. Her eyes burn into me.

  “Thank you for last night. I’ve never had anyone give a shit about me like that,” I admit. Her smile is perfect. She’s gorgeous when she just wakes up.

  “You’re welcome. You deserve someone to care about you.” Her hand comes up to my face; I suck in a breath at the feel of her touching me. Her fingers trail along my cheek. My eyes close tightly as I try to reign in what I want to do to her.

  “Touchin’ me like that, I won’t be able to control myself, Angel,” I warn her. When her lips touch mine, my eyes snap open. I let myself kiss her. I don’t know how I’m going to stop it from going too far. Our tongues collide, heat fires up my spine. I roll Angel so that she’s under me, our kiss never breaking. Grinding against her, I need this. I need he
r.

  “Angel.” I start to speak but she doesn’t let me finish. Her mouth slams back onto mine. The heat that filters between us is unsettling. “I won’t be able to stop–Angel.” I warn her again. The more she pulls at me, the less control I have. Angel pulls back only to tug at my shirt, which I let her pull off me. Her eyes dance over the tattoos that cover my body before coming back to rest on my eyes.

  “Please don’t stop,” She whispers. That’s all I needed. I pull away from her, ripping the clothes off her body in mere seconds. Fire eats its way through my body as I look down at her lying naked beneath me. I grab a condom from the side table, rolling it on quickly.

  Her eyes beg for this, but something inside of me wants to stop. My dick on the other hand, he wants this more than he should. We don’t speak. We look into each other’s eyes. She’s silently begging me to take her, and I’m silently begging her to stop me. I know I’ll ruin her. I know once I have her, I won’t be able to stop. When Angel’s hands wrap around my waist, her nails skimming over my back, I can’t take anymore. Heat pools in my stomach with just the touch of her.

  “It’s a bad idea,” I tell her. Shaking my head, she leans up, pressing her lips to my neck. Her breath is warm, skating across my skin.

  “I’ve never wanted anyone more, than you,” She says in a sexy tone. Her hardened nipples scrape along my chest, my body exploding. Reaching between us, I grab my dick, sliding slowly inside of her. I have to force myself to swallow from just feeling this girl.

  “Please, Devil,” She cries! Rocking my hips slowly, she moans.

  “Yes!” The single word that floats from her lips, sounds so damn sexual. Thrusting into her harder, I groan at the sensation. I pick up my pace, pushing so deep that I can feel all of her. Moving within her is mesmerizing. I’ve never felt anything close to this. Angel locks her legs around my waist, pulling me in more. I let her, too.

  “Shit, Angel. You feel so good,” I growl against her neck as I lick and continue to torture her body.

  Rolling my hips, I hit her in new places as her pussy tightens around me.

  “Fuck!” I roar. She caught me off guard with that last one. Thrusting roughly into her, I wait for her. She’s close, I know she is.

  “Do it–Angel.” I encourage her. She needs this, hell, I need this. The grunt that escapes me must send her over the edge. Her screams could be heard for miles. The way she locked down on me, I never want to come out. I let her come down with my dick still pulsing inside of her. My lips linger on her neck, pressing light kisses.

  “I have never cum so hard in my life.” Chuckling against her, she sighs. I can’t help but feel more than I should when she says, “And so, the Devil–became one with the Angel.”

  Chapter 7

  “Look at you, fucker,” Ghost says with a grin, walking toward me.

  “What the fuck you lookin’ at?” I ask as I bring the cigarette to my lips and stare at him.

  “Don’t think half the fuckin’ clubhouse didn’t hear that shit this mornin’!” He chuckles but I don’t feel like doing this shit with him right now.

  “Stop listenin’,” I grumble, flicking the cigarette to the ground. Without another word, I walk past him.

  “I would have thought that shit would have made you less of a dick.” He says. Spinning around to look at him, he’s serious.

  “Why is that? You know I ain’t worth a shit. Besides–she’s a club whore. She fulfilled her job.” The words leave my lips but that’s not how I think of her. I don’t miss the gasp behind me either. I keep myself in check when I turn around. I only catch the back of Angel’s head as she runs back inside.

  “Fuck!” I growl with rage. I turn to head back inside but think better of it. It wasn’t going to work anyway.

  “She didn’t think it was her job, huh?” Ghost says. I turn to him, my fist slamming into his face. It might have been a low blow. He didn’t see me coming at him. He stumbles back but doesn’t fall.

  “Yeah, you fucked up now!” Ghost roars as he comes at me full force. We hit the ground in a mass of punches. Neither one of us will give in.

  “Fuckin’ Christ!” Trick yells from somewhere behind us. I know we now have an audience. Before another blow can be thrown, we’re being yanked apart.

  “Clearly, you girls can’t go on this job alone,” Dragon roars with anger. I glance at him to see him standing there with a joint between his lips.

  “Fuck him!” I spat at Ghost. That’s when I see her over Dragon’s shoulder. Aria of all people, holding her in her arms as she sobs. Dragon notices that I’m not looking at him. He turns around before shaking his head.

  “If she’s gonna be a goddamn distraction–she’s out,” He says without another thought. Turning back to me, I raise my eyebrows.

  “That so? So, every time you have a whore in your bed, she out, too?” I rumble. My fists clench at my sides. Who the fuck does he think he is?

  “I’m not the one havin’ issues seein’ past my dick,” Dragon growls but it doesn’t faze me. I don’t give a shit what he thinks.

  “Go on your own run then, Dragon. I don’t need this shit, from you, of all people!” I didn’t see Roc coming but there he is.

  “Let’s all fuckin’ calm down! Devil, get the fuck on your bike. I’m ridin’ with you! Ghost, go clean the fuck up! I don’t know why the hell you’re involved, but take a walk!” Roc yells at all of us but points to Dragon. I almost laugh when the bitch walks.

  “What the hell was all that?” Roc hollers, pointing back up toward the clubhouse.

  I shrug. “Wasn’t shit. Ghost needs to learn to keep his mouth closed.” Roc doesn’t laugh or smile. He doesn’t like the fighting amongst brothers. I can’t blame him, it isn’t my first choice either, but everything is so raw.

  “What the hell is wrong with you? You have something good–and you fucking ruin it!” Aria’s voice blows in like a storm. Her fists slam into my chest without warning. Roc grabs her, pulling her away from me.

  “What the fuck!” Roc hollers before setting her down. Feisty little shit comes back after me.

  “Calm down!” Roc yells before he grabs ahold of her again. Then all eyes come back on me.

  “You ruin everything, Devil. What is wrong with you?” Aria’s eyes fill with tears as she looks at me. That’s not something I want to see.

  “I’m sorry, Aria,” I say as I move toward her but she throws her hand up to stop me.

  “Don’t you dare! If you need to say sorry, tell her!” Aria screams before pulling out of Roc’s grasp and storming back toward the door. I can’t deal with this shit. I need to get out of here for a while. Grabbing my helmet, I put it on before jumping on my bike. I don’t wait to hear a damn word that Roc has to say. I don’t need to. I know I fucked up; but that’s what I do. I rev my bike, pulling out onto the dirt road. I knew I shouldn’t have touched her. I knew I’d ruin her just like I’ve always done. Once I hit the main road, I’m gone. I take off heading for the old Lincoln bridge. I want to see what shit I can find out before I decide on anything else. My world is one shit storm–after another. It always has been. I pull off the road, knowing this isn’t where I was supposed to be. In fact, this is a place I haven’t been to in years. My stomach cramps as I pull up in front of the old dilapidated house. Looking at my old house brings back so many memories. None of them are good either.

   ***

  I couldn’t stay there, too many horrible memories. The hell that I lived through was all in that place. Now I’m roaming the area that I was told about.

  There are a few warehouses out here. I walk around, checking each one thoroughly.

  “What the fuck?” In the last one, I spot a cut on the floor. I walk over cautiously, picking it up.

  “You–motherfuckers.” The patch on the back pisses me off.

  “Flame Throwers.” As if we haven’t had enough bullshit from that group, here they are again. This time, they are stepping foot into our territory. Sliding my phone ou
t, I call Dragon.

  “Yeah?” Dragon answers but still sounds pissed, which only makes me smile.

  “Looks like Throwers are movin’ in without their Prez, and Cambridge.” The huff on the other end of the line isn’t a good one.

  “This is fuckin’ shit. What’d you find out there?” Glancing around, I only have the cut.

  “Just the Prez’s cut, brother. Looks like they’ve been out here more than once, though. Beer bottles and shit all over the place.”

  “Fuck!” Dragon roars into the other end of the phone. I can’t blame him. I thought when we killed Cambridge that the shit with Throwers was over with. Clearly, that wasn’t the case.

  “See what else you come up with. Watch your ass. Roc said you blew him off,” He says but I chuckle and hang up. I don’t need his sweet talk right now. I don’t give a shit if they come in here and find me right now.

  Death, is welcome. Nevertheless, I glance around and look into everything I find, but in the end, I come up with nothing. I light up a cigarette before heading back out toward my bike. I don’t like that there isn’t more to find. My mind wanders to places it shouldn’t go. I don’t know what to do with myself. What I said about Angel–is killing me. I was wrong, and I know I was, but saying sorry, that’s not who I am. Spending last night with her though, it was perfect. It was more than I could have asked for.

  So why the hell do I feel like I need to push her away?

  Chapter 8

  The clubhouse is silent as I make my way inside. The guys were going out to the local bar to hang out for a while, but I have no need to be there. Too many things agitate me to be around everyone right now. My mind isn’t settled.

  “You really hurt her.” Aria’s voice slams into me. I drop my head, turning to look at her.

  “I know I did. I didn’t mean to,” I say in honesty. She nods her head, knowing me better than most of the guys here.

  “Doesn’t change things, Devil. The past never changes things. You have to do it. You have to make it right, at least for yourself,” Aria says coming closer and pulling me into a hug.