Angel Unseen: An Unseen MC Novel

by J Bree

  When he moves away to grab a condom, it finally sinks in that we’re going to fuck. Right as I’m about to think about maybe panicking he says, “Hands and knees, Angel. Show me that ass.”

  Oh.

  Right.

  My brain switches back off. I hope he’s not planning on sticking it in my ass just yet, I feel like I need a whiskey or twelve before then, but again, my body moves at his command.

  My arms and legs are trembling by the time he settles onto the bed behind me, sliding a large palm down my spine and then smacking my ass again.

  He clearly enjoys the sight of my ass in the thong because he strokes a finger down the seam of my ass, hooking it out of the way and tugging on the lace as he lines his dick up with my pussy.

  I feel just a little bit of fear.

  Then he’s inside me, groaning and slamming his hips into my ass

  It just feels… really fucking good. Really fucking good, like he’s lighting me up from the inside out and my pussy is clenching around his cock like it never wants to let him go. My arms collapse until my face is buried in his pillows and all I can smell is his scent and all I can feel is the way he’s using me, and the sounds of him grunting and cursing and moaning about how tight my pussy is… it kind of feels like heaven.

  I come again, gasping and sobbing, and before I come down, he pulls out, flipping me over and sliding back in as he stares right into my eyes, a hand slipping between us to press on my overstimulated clit, grunting and biting at my lips like he wants more, more, fucking everything I have to give him.

  I think I fucking squirt, I come so hard.

  He roars when he comes too, louder than I’ve ever heard him and right in my face as his hips just keep pumping into me. My heart is hammering in my chest, whimpers falling from my lips as my body shakes with aftershocks.

  There’s silence for a second, peaceful and heavy with only the sounds of us both panting to be heard.

  “You’re fucking mine, Angel.”

  I should just let it go but the orgasms and intimacy have broken my brain. “I’m not. I’m really not yours.”

  He rolls away and the way he makes sure none of his body is touching mine is like a bucket of cold water over my head.

  I swallow and lay there, praying I’m wrong.

  Of course I’m not.

  “We’re done here. You need to get dressed and get out of my room.”

  I take a deep breath. There’s no point arguing with him, he never backs down and how can I explain to him that I have nowhere to go? I sit up and straighten up, my bra and panties are still on, he didn’t even bother to take them off of me. Moments ago that felt sexy, like he couldn’t wait to have me.

  Now I know he just wanted to get me out quicker.

  “Not going to say a fucking word to me?”

  I scoff at him and shove my legs into the denim shorts. God, they’re so skimpy. Walking out of this place and having to walk past his biker brothers… every single one of them is going to know.

  I’m fucking disgraceful.

  “There’s nothing to say. We’re done here.” I’m proud that my voice doesn’t break. I refuse to look at him until my eyes clear a little. I pull his shirt back over my head, not wanting to wait around long enough to grab another one out of my bag.

  Shit.

  Okay, my bag is on the floor. It’s fine, zipped up still, nothing has been touched. I grab it and sling it over my shoulder.

  He hasn’t moved, still splayed out and naked, his skin flushed and sweaty. He looks like a freaking cover model, especially with that smirk across his lips. Of course he’s smirking. He’s fucked the frigid bitch stripper, the one they’ve all tried to get, and now he’ll have some fucking trophy.

  How could I be this freaking stupid?

  “Do you need me to call you a cab? I’d drop you home but you’re too stuck up to tell me where the fuck you live.”

  I shake my head. If I can survive Paul, I can survive tonight out on the street without my car. “Don’t concern yourself. You might even find time to go out to party and pick up some other girl to blow a load in.”

  His eyes narrow.

  His lip curls.

  I walk out and shut the door quietly before he can say anything else. I don’t want to hear any of it.

  The walk out of the bar is as bad as I thought it would be but there’s something about Tomi’s shirt on my back that keeps anyone from actually grabbing me. Rue frowns at me from across the room but I duck my head and keep going, the crowd slowing him down enough that I can make it out without having to fucking talk to any of them.

  I don’t see Speck.

  Thank fuck.

  There’s so many people at the party that the parking lot is packed as well, none of them taking notice of some stripper with tears running down her face. Goddammit, why am I crying again?

  I get across the street to the garage there, my Chevy still up on the jack from where Poe’s been working on it, and I duck down the side of the building to stay hidden while I try for a cab.

  It’s too late to get one.

  Or too early, I guess.

  Fuck.

  There’s no way I’m walking back into that fucking building, no way I’m going to risk one of those men touching me while I hunt around for Speck. The new phone doesn’t have his number in it anymore, or Poe’s, and they’re the only two people I can think of that would help me.

  So I slump down on the front step of the garage, my bag between my legs with the strap wrapped around them too so no one can grab it without waking me and I let my eyes drift shut.

  I don’t even really notice myself slipping into sleep.

  “Are you high?”

  I startle and scramble to my feet, one hand clutching at my pepper spray in a panic and the other tightening around my bag like it’s a shield.

  “Ah, oh God, no. No, I’m not high. I was just… fuck, I was just sleeping. I’m sorry.”

  He looks at me like I’m highly suspicious, and my mouth just keeps running. “I know Poe and she has my car here. That’s why I stopped here. Oh God, I didn’t mean anything by it.”

  He frowns at me, his eyes shifting back up to my car, clearly visible through the dusty window. “I mean, it’s a beauty. A good old classic but I’m not sure it’s worth guarding overnight. This place is secure enough to keep anyone out and I’m usually a ‘shoot first’ kind of guy.”

  Fuck.

  I need to think fast. “I got kicked out of my apartment. There’s a few days in-between me moving out and being able to move into my new place. I just had a fight with my… well, with a guy and he kicked me out of his place. I was, uhh, I was staying with him for the week.”

  The frown deepens a little. “Is there no one else you can go to? There’s a hotel down the street, you know.”

  I stayed there once and the bellboy tried to break into my room. Never again. “I didn’t want to wake any of my friends up and worry them. It’s only one night, I didn’t think it would be a big deal to sleep here. I’m so sorry, I should have realized it was trespassing. I’ll go.”

  His arm comes out and I flinch back but he doesn’t try to touch me, he’s just turning the lights on so he can get a better look at me.

  His face hardens at the flinch. “This guy of yours hitting you?”

  I shake my head. “Not… not this one. Look, please don’t call the police. I swear I didn’t try to get in. I just sat on the step and I’ll never come here after hours again. I swear it.”

  He shakes his head. “You look like a child. Posey said she met you out at The Boulevard. Are you old enough to be dancing there?”

  My spine snaps straight. “Yes, sir. I am. I’m just… tonight isn’t a great night for me.”

  He nods again slowly and grabs out his phone. My stomach drops and tears fill my eyes again. Dammit, I’ll need my fake IDs to stand up against a full police check. Fuck, I should have just walked into town or something.

  “Yeah, well, I didn’t
want to wake you either but I have a little girl here at my garage who needs a bed for the night and a friend. Poe knows her, she’s been working on her car… yeah, that would be her. Come pick her up and get her something to eat, she looks exhausted… yeah, sure.”

  He hangs up and I try to pick my jaw up off of the ground. “That was my grandson, Briar. He and Poe live further out in the suburbs, only a few streets over from here. He’s a cop, he’s not going to hurt you but my guess is he’ll wake Poe and they’ll both come to get you.”

  I blink away the tears. “I really… I can’t thank you enough, sir.”

  He scoffs but it’s a gentle sound. “My name is Alby but you can call me Pops. You seem like a good girl. You need to stay away from that guy who kicked you out, no decent man ever does that to a woman.”

  I nod. “I’m trying to, sir- I mean, uhh, Pops. I just keep making dumb choices.”

  Chapter Twenty

  Tomi

  You know what’s worse than fucking flinching?

  I’m not. I’m really not yours.

  Fuck, I was this fucking close to opening the fuck up and telling her about everything. Telling her about the curse, about the way she fucking owns me, the ways that hearing her voice down that phone all thready and terrified had me ready to fucking spill blood in her name for the rest of my goddamned life.

  I’m fucked.

  And she laid there, panting and sweaty and fucking stunning, and as good as told me she didn’t fucking want me beyond a good fuck.

  Okay, a fucking great fuck.

  The second she leaves, I throw my clothes back on and make it my fucking mission to get blackout drunk. I should have a shower to get the honey-scent of her off of me but, like I said, she’s got me fucked in the head so when I wake up in my bed the following afternoon I can still smell her on my skin and my sheets.

  I lay there and fucking stew in it.

  I hate her.

  I want her.

  I want to hate her so much more than I do but instead I’m laying here fucking worried about her.

  Finally I get my bitch-ass up and take a shower, shave while I try not to look at my bloodshot eyes too much, and get dressed.

  When I leave my room, I find King in the chapel with the door wide open. I hesitate for about a half second but the whole fucking deal of being a man is owning your bullshit.

  “You got a minute, Prez?”

  He glances up at me and nods with a frown. I step into the room but I don’t close the door. I’ll keep my voice down but I don’t want anyone getting suspicious about our conversation.

  It’s not about the fucking rat.

  “It’s about the shooting at the bar. I’ve been thinking about it and I need to triple the security at The Boulevard."

  King nods and leans back in his chair. "You think they'll hit there next?"

  I shrug and pause for about a half second before I answer him honestly. Owning my fucking bullshit. "I don't wanna talk about it with Keely or Hawk yet but... I was 'struck. Angel is working down there and while there's even a fucking chance that she could get caught up in this... I'd just rather there's extra eyes. It makes sense that if they've hit the bar and the shipments it's only a matter of time before they go after the garage and the titty bar. Rue will keep shit on lockdown at the garage and I'll get over to The Boulevard when I can but right now, I've got to be where the club needs me and that isn’t always with her.”

  He stares at me for a half second and then says, "A stripper? You've been 'struck by a stripper?"

  I huff out a breath. "Yup. The curse strikes again, there's no fucking chance of this ending well but I'll be goddamned if I can't stop looking out for her."

  King nods and looks out of the door. The bar is quiet, no guys loitering around at the moment. Everyone is on edge and has a job to fucking do. Beer will just have to wait.

  "She’s the new girl right? That one who broke Mav's nose for trying to touch her? What's her story?"

  I do not want to talk about her, especially not with my lost uncle, the one I haven't had all that much to do with thanks to prison but he's also my Prez and if shit is going to go right around here then we need to have some form of a good relationship.

  "Yeah. She's a fucking vault. Won't talk to anyone about anything, except maybe Poe. She's twitchy and flighty. Speck thinks she's got an old man somewhere beating on her but nothing we've tried to get her to talk has panned out and we've been too busy with club bullshit to tail her properly."

  He nods and leans back in his chair. "Don't write her off. Keely was a good girl but that also made her dangerous for a long time. Your pops spent a lot of time dancing around with her before we knew she was it for him. She coulda easily been too straight for this life but she's fucking perfect. Strippers don't always mean drug addicts and whores."

  Something fucking snaps in my head over him calling her a whore, even if he wasn't directly saying it, and he smirks at whatever it is my face is doing. "Yeah, you're fucked. Either way, the curse has you locked the fuck down."

  I get up, ready to get back to my work and find these assholes and he calls out to me.

  "Tomi, if she is bad news... you'll get over it. I know you're pissed off about it now but Callaghans always move on. I'm better off now than when I was trying to sort shit out with Liza. It’s not the fucking end of everything, even if it feels like it.”

  That’s way too much emotion for me but I can’t say that to my Prez. I just nod my head and walk my ass outta there, keeping my ass moving until I get to my hog. I need to take the long way to The Boulevard, let the fresh air clear my head until I can deal with Angel without losing my shit.

  My face must be fucking terrifying because everyone scatters the second I step into the strip club. It’s probably for the best, the ride over barely took the edge off of my mood.

  I lock myself into my office and get back onto my laptop, trying to keep my attention on the stats and not the hot piece of ass destroying my life, slowly but surely.

  Huh.

  Lawson switched out his SIM card.

  That’s not that big of a deal but he switched it out, called his dad and then switched it back to the club-issued SIM.

  What the fuck is he up to?

  My attention is so focused on that twenty-eight second phone call between Harbin and Lawson that I almost miss Angel arriving to work.

  In a police cruiser.

  I squint at the security cam but no matter how I change my gaze it doesn't change the fact that Angel is climbing out of Thorn's patrol car and leaning back into the window to speak to him, a smile on her face.

  Is she... is this her version of a walk of shame? Did she fuck me and then run off to his bed? My vision turns blood red.

  Not on my fucking watch.

  I call him.

  "What a coincidence, I'm just dropping one of your girls off."

  "I know, I'm watching you right now and you better be real fucking careful on how you answer this next question. Did you fuck Angel last night?"

  He groans. "Are you kidding me? Are you really getting all fucking territorial about a piece of club ass?"

  The door clicks open and shut, her footfalls easy to distinguish against all of the other noises in the club. I'm primed for her, always listening out for her presence, and isn't that just the fucking worst thing for this cunt down the line.

  "Answer the fucking question."

  He sighs. "No, I didn't. I would though, if she wanted me, have you seen the ass on her? What am I saying, of course you have. Alby found her asleep on his front doorstep last night. She didn't have anywhere else to go, no car thanks to Poe working on hers, and the cabs don't go out to that side of town after two in the morning. She was fucking terrified and I took her in for the night. She's staying with me until her house is ready next week."

  What the actual fuck?!

  It’s hard, but I manage to unclench my jaw enough to tell him, “Don’t fucking bother. I’ll sort her out.”


  Thorn laughs. “It’s no fucking problem, she’s—“

  “She’s gonna get you six foot under if your mouth keeps fucking running. I said she’s good. Don’t come back here unless you’re feeling ready to meet your fucking maker, asshole.”

  I hang up.

  Then I throw my phone at the wall so hard the screen shatters.

  I can’t go out and confront Angel the way I want to.

  I want to walk out and throw her over my fucking shoulder, drag her into my office and force her to tell me everything.

  Who is taking her money?

  Why is she fucking flinching?

  Why the hell is sleeping on a fucking doorstep a reasonable option to her?

  I’m fucking enraged so I make probably the first good decision when it comes to Angel and I leave her the hell alone for the night while she dances.

  At first, I put the warning in my gut down to feeling shitty over Angel’s shit but as the night stretches on I know something’s up.

  The curse is handy like that.

  Sure, I’m probably cuntstruck but I also can tell when shit is going down.

  I know before my phone starts ringing that something is happening.

  Something is very fucking wrong, something in this town is about to go off and fuck knows what the hell it actually is but I feel like I'm going to fucking puke.

  The door to my office bursts open and Rue’s face is fucked up. “You feel it too, right? I’m not going fucking nuts, am I?”

  I mean, we could be wrong. There’s so much shit going on in the fucking club at the moment it could be paranoia but the fine tremble in his fingers on the door handle tells me it's not.

  Something is happening.

  Something fucking bad is happening.

  I get the camera feed of Angel dancing on my screen but she’s fine, just gotten out on stage and there’s security fucking everywhere around her.

  She’s safe.

  "Call Poe. Call Poe and I'll call Keely.” I say and he nods, the phone already halfway to his ear.