Hell's Fire MC: The Full Series

by Erin Trejo

  “Can we talk?” Her words throw me off. She’s never asked me to talk before.

  “You know I’d do anything you asked.” I watch her suck in a breath before dipping back below the surface of the water. When she comes back up, she’s right in front of me. I don’t give her a chance to breathe either. I slam my lips into hers. The depth of this kiss is different. It’s heated, passionate, even.

  “That isn’t talking.” She pulls back only slightly watching me.

  “It is in my language, ” I say, licking at her bottom lip. I know talking is important to her. I know she needs that connection, and I’m willing to give her that. Wrapping my arms around her waist, she wraps hers around my neck. Her head lowers onto my shoulder and in this moment, the world feels right.

  “Ask me anything, darlin’.” I know she was waiting for me to give her the ok to ask. I know what she wants to know, too. I don’t like the fact that I have to rehash my hell of a past, but I will for her.

  “Are your parents alive?” Here we go.

  “My mom is. She’s somewhere in Florida.”

  “And your dad?” Fuck! This is the part I hate telling people. Maybe short answers will get me out of it.

  “He’s dead.” Please God, let her leave it at that.

  “What was it like growing up?” Pressing my lips to her wet hair, I sigh.

  Here it goes.

  “They never really wanted me. I was a surprise baby. I suppose my mom was a little more excited than my dad. He was a drunken bastard ever since I can remember. He was a piece of shit. He beat on my mom since after I was born. I remember the drugs, the hate, the fear.” I take a breath to say more. Angel doesn’t move away from me, though.

  “He would beat me a lot when I was younger. He didn’t like me. I tested his patience. I pushed him until he couldn’t take it anymore. He beat me. Broke my bones. Hell, I probably bled out more blood than a fuckin’ blood bank.” I didn’t miss the gasp that escaped her.

  “It was hard at first. I had to lie to everyone around me. When I was fifteen, I met Dragon. His dad was runnin’ the club back then. He took me in, showed me another way. I lost myself for a long time. I killed. My life was dark. Hell–it still is. I always feel like I’m trapped in a fuckin’ pitch black cave.” Angel doesn’t say anything. Her lips move over my neck before coming to rest on mine. A quick, sweet kiss, and she pulls back.

  “You killed him, didn’t you?” See. That shit right there. This girl knows me like no one else possibly could. Nodding my head slowly, I look in her eyes.

  “It was me, or him. I did what I needed to do. To this day, I’m still fuckin’ proud of it. See, Angel. That’s where we’re different. You are just like your name–an Angel. I’m me–the Devil. I don’t feel regret for anyone that I’ve killed.” Her eyes never leave mine. Her features never change.

  “How many?” I furrow my brows wondering what she means.

  “What?”

  “How many, have you killed?” Of all the things, she wants to know about me, and this is what she asks?

  “At least, thirty. I don’t go after women. It’s not me, but if it had to be done.” I don’t finish the sentence. I can’t. Angel swallows hard before she speaks again.

  “Devil, I don’t know.” I don’t let her finish. I press my lips to hers to keep her mouth closed.

  “I know–you could never be with someone like that.” Angel giggles against my mouth. I pull back to look at her.

  “I want you Devil. I don’t care about your past. I care about our future.”

  ***

  “My turn.” Angel tries to pull away but I don’t let her. She will answer whatever I want to know just the same as I did.

  “Can’t we do something else?” Her whiny voice makes me smile.

  “Nice try. I answered shit that I haven’t talked about in years, Angel. Not even the guys know half of what I told you.” She looks me in the eyes, seeing that I’m telling the truth.

  “And Aria? She knows, doesn’t she?” Nodding slowly, I see the look in her eyes. She’s jealous.

  “Aria was in a rough spot when I took her up north. She wouldn’t relax or calm down. We talked. That was it.” Reaching up, cupping her face, her lips curl into a hint of a smile.

  “They’re good parents. Never hit me. Hell, they hardly ever punished me. All they wanted was what was best for me. They kept me under lock and key. I wasn’t allowed to go out to parties or anything. They kept me inside all the time.” Jesus, that’s why she was here. That’s why she did what she did.

  “They sheltered you.” Angel nods her head. That explains a lot of what she was doing around here.

  “I met Randal. He introduced me to Dragon. I’ve been here since then. It was different. Guys looked at me differently. They liked me. I liked the attention, but after a while, I wanted more. I didn’t know how to find it, though.” She shrugs like it’s no big deal.

  “You were wearin’ black skin tight jeans and a little blue tank top. Your hair was pulled up on top of your head. Even back then, you didn’t see how beautiful you were.” A tear slides down her cheek as she looks me in the eye.

  “You remember?” Of course, I do. How could I not?

  “That’s the first day I fell for you.” Angel doesn’t know what to say.

  “You never talked to me or tried to get with me.” Her words are soft, like they hurt her to say them.

  “I knew what you were then. I was so lost in my own misery; there wasn’t room for anything else. I was so lost after what I’d been doin’.” Shivers roll over my body as I remember the look on my dad’s face when I slit his throat.

  “We all have a past, Devil. No matter what we do, we can’t change it. We can only look toward the future. I want that future. I want you.” Her words rip me back to reality. My reality.

  Chapter 14

  “I don’t want to say, goodbye.” Angel whines. I pull her closer to me. I don’t want to let her go either.

  “It ain’t goodbye, darlin’.” I press my lips to her neck, making her moan. The door opens behind us but I can’t pull away from her, not yet. Angel wiggles a little, a sign for me to let her go. We both turn to see her mother beaming at her.

  “Thank you for bringing her home,” Her mom says, looking at me cautiously. Much the same as she did the first day I met her.

  “It’s not a problem, ma’am.” Angel grips my hand tighter. Probably amazed at my ‘people’ skills.

  “Would you like to join us for dinner? I’m sorry, I never asked your name.” Her mother says. Angel’s about to open her mouth when I speak first.

  “Justin. My name’s Justin.” No one–and I mean no one–knows my real name. I came into the club a fucking Devil; I will leave the same way.

  “Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Justin. Please, come in. I’m, Janet.” Holding the door open for me, I’m actually nervous. I’ve never done the whole meet the parent’s thing. Angel walks in, pulling me along with her. It’s a strange feeling being in something so nice and fancy.

  “Your house is beautiful,” I say to Janet. She turns to smile at me but I can’t stop looking at Angel. She’s practically glowing right now.

  “You are so goddamn sexy.” Whispering against her ear, her body bursts into bumps. Shivers roll over her and I love every second of it. We follow behind her mom, a silence eating away at me. I don’t fit in here and the further we get into the house, the more I can feel it. I crack my neck to the side when Janet ushers us into what I assume to be the living room.

  “Please. Sit. I’ll get us some drinks.” Sitting on the overly priced couch, I fidget. Yeah, you damn right I do. This is like something out of a bad movie. At any moment, I wait for the fucking SWAT team to move in on my ass.

  “Are you really nervous?” Angel smiles at me but she doesn’t get it. This shit is unnerving.

  “I feel like there’s about sixty cops ready to take my ass down if I breathe wrong.” Angel giggles but I don’t. This shit is just way
too much for me.

  “Everything’s ok, Devil.” Her fingers tighten around mine.

  “I don’t know about all that.”

  ***

  Her parents were actually decent. I didn’t expect that. They have been friendly as shit, which shocks the hell out of me. Do they not see the kind of man their daughter has brought home? Covered in tattoos and piercings? Sitting on Angel’s bed is weird. There’s pink frilly shit everywhere you look. It’s nothing like what she had at the clubhouse. A shocking realization hits me. She didn’t fit in there. She never did. This life, this is her. I’m so lost in my own thoughts; I didn’t see her take off her dress. Standing in front of me wearing nothing at all, I groan.

  “Naughty girl, aren’t you? You want the bad boy–to fuck you in mommy’s house?” I ask her in a teasing tone. Angel steps in between my legs, her sweet pussy at just the right level. I reach between her thighs, sliding my finger through her wetness. Shoving her legs apart, I lean my head down. I stick my tongue out, dragging it right over her clit. Angel’s hands grip my hair as I flick at her most sensitive area. Her legs shake, making me smile.

  “I want you on this bed–ass up–hands on the floor.” Her eyes come to meet mine, and I’m lost as always. Angel moves back as I stand up. She moves around me, climbing on the bed as I strip out of my clothes. When I glance over, her ass is in the air, her hands planted on the floor.

  “Goddamn, Angel,” I grunt. Grabbing my dick in my hand, I stroke it as she watches.

  She licks her lips making me that much harder. I climb on the bed behind her, and I can’t stop the groan that escapes my mouth. Her pussy glistens, waiting for me to slide inside. My hands grasp her ass, kneading and massaging it.

  “You make me crazy–Angel.” Grabbing my dick in my hand, I position myself at her entrance. Sliding in slowly, I savor the feel of her. The way she clenches around me.

  “Shit! I can feel every part of you.” Bucking my hips, I can’t go slow anymore. I need her. I need this. Thrusting as deeply as I can into her, she screams my name.

  “You know I won’t stop if your mom comes in.” Holding her hips tightly in my grasp, she wants to laugh but at the same time, she knows I’m not joking. I put so much force behind each thrust that she has to bite her lip to keep from screaming. I can’t slow down, I need this. I need the release and God fucking help me, I need Angel.

  ***

  Angel lies with her head on my chest. The scent of sex lingers in her room.

  “You ever have a boy in your room?” I teaser her. Angel giggles before placing a kiss on my chest.

  “Never. You are the first.” I can’t help but grin at that.

  “Such a bad girl. I wonder what mom would think of you fuckin’ a biker in your room. Maybe we should ask her.” Angel pokes me in the ribs making me laugh. That’s something I don’t do a whole lot of.

  “I like this. I like when you’re happy.” I press a kiss to the top of her head.

  “You make me happy, Angel.” She sighs against my chest. Her breath tickling my skin.

  “Why can’t it always be like this?” I run my hand through her long hair. I wish it would work out this way but this isn’t my life.

  “It could be for you.” Angel jumps up, resting her chin on my chest.

  “Don’t start. I don’t want anyone else. I just need to get used to being back at the clubhouse. I promise I will, for you.” Shaking my head, I don’t want that.

  “I don’t want you where you aren’t comfortable, Angel. There is no gettin’ used to it again. You don’t belong there.” I see the look in her eyes. I know what she’s thinking, but it’s true. She doesn’t belong there. She belongs in a home. She belongs somewhere safe, and away from all the fucking drama.

  “Please don’t push me away again, Devil.” Her eyes tell me a story from her heart.

  “I’m not pushin’ you away, Angel. I just need you to remember what you said to me. Don’t give up on me yet.” She nods as though she understands, but there is no way.

  She doesn’t know what I mean. I need to finish what I’ve started.

  I need to kill the motherfuckers that hurt her. I need to make things right for her. For me.

  If I don’t do this, I will never feel worthy of having her.

  “I won’t, Devil.” Her words hang in the air as she drifts off to sleep. As perfect as this day has been, I know it’s not the end. The end is nowhere in sight for me.

  Chapter 15

  I saunter in the front doors with a fucking grin of all things, on my face. I get looks from all the guys but it’s Dragon, that calls me on my shit.

  “Who the fuck did you just kill?” Dragon yells as he looks at me. I chuckle as I walk over and lean against the bar next to him. Grabbing the beer that sits next to him I say, “No one, yet. Tell me you got news.” before bringing it to my lips.

  “I ain’t got, shit. I was plannin’ on sendin’ you out, though,” He says. I shrug. That works for me.

  “Where am I goin’?” Eyeing him, he looks a little unsettled. I wonder what this shit is.

  “I don’t know if it’s such a good idea now. You look… almost happy,” He says as I laugh. I can’t help it. The man is worried about my happiness?

  “Dragon, come the fuck on, brother. I am who I am. You got a job, it’s mine.” I get that Angel has changed me in some ways. Hell, I can feel it too, but the fact of the matter remains. I am the fucking enforcer. I will kill who needs to be killed.

  “Yeah, ok. A few of the Ryder’s were caught throwin’ up graffiti around our shop. Busted out the windows and shit. We need to pay them a visit since they decided to take up residence at the vacant house over on sixth,” He says this and now that has my attention.

  “Fuck that. Let’s get to it.” I’m all for this ride. I’m ready to get a little action. It’s been far too long since we’ve had something good pop off.

  “Overly eager, are we?” Chuckling, I reach over the counter, grabbing the pack of cigarettes. Shaking one into my hand, I look up at him.

  “Damn right, I am. We have sat around doin’ shit for a while now. I need some blood.” Flicking my tongue out of my mouth, he laughs.

  “That looks to be doin’ a little more than gettin’ blood,” Ghost says as he chuckles before slapping his hand on my shoulder.

  “You really are some kind of sick fuck, aren’t you?” I say looking over my shoulder at him. I don’t get that man. Everyone thinks I’m off, but that man is gone.

  “You love me, Devil. Just admit it,”he says taunting me. The crazy son of a bitch has the balls to kiss my cheek.

  “Put that mouth over here one more time–you’ll be pullin’ back with no teeth–brother.” Pointing at him as he hops backward away from me, I shake my head. This is it, right here. This is family. Angel may have her rich parents and all, but this is the true meaning of family. This is what it’s all about.

  ***

  I slide my gloves on while standing next to my bike. My heart rate has kicked up twenty notches. I know this is going to be a good ride. I can feel it in my bones. My body has a way of knowing. I can’t explain it, and I can’t explain the feelings that roll around inside of me, but that fire that threatens to break free sits right under the surface, ready to burn this town down.

  “Look at you. You act like you haven’t seen blood in a hundred years. Maybe we should call you Vampire,” Ghost says as he watches me intently. He knows what I want. He also knows I’ll get it.

  “I like that. Blood-sucker.” Giving him a crooked grin, he laughs.

  “Crazy, fucker,” Roc mumbles as slaps a hand on my shoulder. I turn to face him. Aria’s wrapped around his waist like she always is.

  “What’s up?” I ask, looking between the two of them, I know they have something to say to me.

  “Take care of him.” Aria nods at Roc. I just smile like a fucking fool.

  “Sweetheart, I ain’t no babysitter. He’s a big boy.” Reaching for my helmet, her hand wraps
around my wrist. I blow out a breath, turning back to face her. “I’ll watch the big baby. I promise. If anyone gets killed today, it’ll be me.” Her mouth drops open before I smile.

  “She is working some kind of magic on you, huh? You’re smiling,” Aria says before her mouth snaps closed, a smile crossing her delicate features.

  “She makes me happy, Aria. I never thought I’d get that. Hey, I need your help when I get back.” Aria smiles the most perfect smile I’ve ever seen, before throwing her arms around my waist.

  “Anything. I would help you with anything, Devil.” My eyes lock with Roc’s. Crazy fucker can’t still be jealous. Pressing a kiss to the top of her head, I move back, shoving her into Roc’s arms.

  “Hug your man before I have to beat his ass.” Aria turns to look up at him. His expression changes in the matter of seconds. I wonder if that’s what I look like with Angel. Do I go all fucking soft for her?

  “You girls ready to ride?” Dragon roars over his shoulder before sliding onto his bike.

  “I haven’t been this goddamn ready in a long time.” That was more for me, but I know Roc heard me. I can see the grin.

  Chapter 16

  Fresh fucking air and the wide-open road. The only thing that could make this better would be Angel wrapped the fuck around me. One day… I let that notion float around inside my head as I ride. I will have that girl if it’s the last thing I do. I may not be destined to her rich fairytale life, but I know I can make her happy if she’d let me. The only problem I see is this club. They aren’t replaceable. Ninety percent of my life revolves around this club. This is who I am–and that will never change. If Angel can’t come to terms with that or being around them, I don’t know how to make it work.

  I shake that thought away quickly. She loves me. I know she does. I follow closely behind the guys, checking the area, as we ride in. As much as I want blood, I don’t want it to be mine. The air is cooler now. I like when weather cools down. It’s a great time for bonfires and cook-outs with the guys. Maybe that’s what we need. We need time to regroup and connect.