Road Warriors (Motorcycle Club Romance Collection) (Bad Boy Collections Book 4)

by Faye, Amy

  I sent out one more greeting, which he finally accepted. I thought I saw him roll his eyes. Yes, that was the Seraniel I knew! Before I could laugh, though, I was hit with his pain, his sickness, his horror at what he had been made to do.

  He was the murderer. He had torn Jin to pieces. Seraniel had been the one that killed Starr, and every other person taken by Joey and Sloan. Sure, he had been forced to do it, but it was his hands that were bloodied. There was so much guilt and self hatred tangled up in these memories, and I couldn't stop them from invading my mind.

  That must have been why Seraniel had refused my invitations. He was holding so much inside of him, so many powerful emotions, and he couldn't hold them back once we were linked. He sunk further into depression and self hatred. I wished that I could tell him it wasn't his fault, to remind him that they had forced him to do those things, but his memories were so powerful that I could barely breathe, let alone send out a thought to him.

  Then the torture flooded into my mind, and the pain of that. I fought against the urge to moan and throw up. He had been stabbed an unknowable number of times, any time Joey had been bored or annoyed. They had even fed Seraniel grave dirt, which was poison to an angel. It wouldn't kill him, but it left him in excruciating pain that he would remember for the rest of his life.

  So many other things had been done to him. The shackles had been created to burn, constantly. They had forced him to watch them rape one of the women stolen from Antonio, forcing his eyes open through the whole thing. He felt unclean, and I knew he would never really feel clean again.

  The memories rewound back again. There, the memory of being torn from the white lands of Heaven and thrown into the colorful and horrible lands of the humans. The first time he saw Joey's face. The smell of blood, drawn from innocent children, sitting in a golden chalice. The spells that were used on the shackles around his wrists. The pain of being literally torn from God's grasp and thrown into the hands of evil, evil people.

  Seraniel would be broken for a long time. Maybe forever. My heart broke, over and over again, every time he showed me something new. There was nothing I could really do to help him. Not really. All I could do was free him and hope that he would survive. And if he survived, I could only hope that he wasn't cast out for what he was forced to take part in.

  There was every chance that God Himself could find Seraniel guilty of the sins he was forced to commit, and unlike with humans there was very little mercy afforded angels. They were meant to be soldiers, unthinking, unquestioning. They were weapons of God, much as we demons were weapons of Lucifer. That Seraniel had been forced to sin was possibly not a good enough reason. God might have preferred a self destruct option, suicide over murder.

  In a word, Seraniel was probably screwed.

  Then words came to me, in his deep voice. Sloan is the weaker of the two. You could control him. Your circle doesn't have magic bindings, but my shackles do. I can only do what they force me to do.

  There was pain in his voice, even in his thoughts. We had never shared a link like that, before. It was strange to hear how he thought his voice sounded. It was close, but not exactly the same.

  Okay. What do you think I should do? I asked him, watching as Joey and Scott talked, taunting one another, threatening violence.

  You will know, Imogael. You have always been better under pressure than I am. You were right, I am screwed, but I need your help anyway.

  He paused, struggling with something painful. I am sorry for sending you here. It wasn't my place, and I caused you much grief.

  If you hadn't sent me here, I thought to him, then I would have never met Scott. I love him, Seraniel. It felt good to tell him that, and though I felt the sadness that came from that information, I also felt understanding and acceptance.

  I'm trusting you with my life. Prove me right, Imogael.

  I nodded. I'm going to save you, and Scott. I promise.

  Thank you, he responded before pushing me out of his mind.

  Then I turned my attention to Sloan. Seraniel had been right, his mind was slow and lazy. It was a simple endeavor to force my way in, and then to gain control of his body. I tested it by forcing him to scratch his bearded chin, and then to tug on a piece of his hair.

  I only had to wait for the right time to use him.

  Scott

  “So, are we just going to talk, or are you actually going to kill me?” I asked. “It seems to me you're stalling. Are you suddenly afraid to murder in cold blood?”

  Joey's hand twitched. I went for Joachim. He went for his gun. He drew first, though. He had always been much faster than me. His gun was all black, shining under the light above them.

  I pointed Joachim at him, but Joey had his pistol aiming right for Elise.

  “No!” I shouted. I watched him pull the trigger. I pulled mine, hoping that she would move out of the way.

  My bullet hit Joey. His bullet, which was supposed to hit Elise… hit Sloan instead, who had jumped in front of it. Sloan's body fell to the ground, lifeless. The bullet had gone in through the back of his head.

  “What the fuck...” Joey said, then he fell to the ground as well. “Sloan, you fucking… moron...”

  He fell over, his body laying across Sloan's. They were both dead. At least, they definitely were after I shot them both again. The whole killing thing had become harder this time around. There wasn't as much anger and fury behind it as there was when Etta was killed.

  “I wish I didn't have to kill anyone,” I said to Elise, turning around just in time to see her slump to the ground, her hand on her stomach. She was breathing hard. “Elise?” I yelled, running to her. Lifting up her shirt, I was faced with a horrible sight. Her stomach was swollen and bruised, almost like it was ready to burst.

  “What the hell…?” I asked, looking from her stomach to her face. Her eyes were rolling back from the pain.

  “I couldn't… heal myself… not fully,” she panted, gripping my shirt in her hands. “But I am glad… to have died for you...”

  Chapter 19

  Imogael

  A loud bell sound filled the room, reverberating off of the unfinished cement walls. Fluttering my eyes open to make sure there was no danger coming for Scott, I watched as Seraniel's bonds broke with a crash, disintegrating into nothingness.

  He was free. I had helped two people that day. How wonderful it was to do good, even as I was dying.

  Stepping forward, the great black figure of Seraniel reached out to me, his fingers stretching with an ache. A desire. His eyes were filled with tears. The light above him became unnaturally bright, or perhaps that was just my perception of it as darkness ebbed at the edges of my vision.

  As he reached me, he broke the circle on the floor with a powerful stroke of his foot. My tight confines were gone. Finally, I was able to stretch out. It felt so much better to be stretched out.

  “My stomach hurts,” I said, digging my fingers into Scott's arm. My head felt light, like it was floating away from my body. I laughed at the feeling, but my voice sounded ragged and dry. “Kiss me one last time before I die, Scott,” I asked. Looking into his eyes, I saw his tears.

  Tears, shed by a human. For me. What a strange world. What strange beings humans were. His bottom lip quivered as he pressed it to mine. His tears were salty as they flowed from the corners of his lips and onto my tongue. I melted into his warm arms. I held him tight.

  This was the best way to die. With a kiss, in the arms of the man I loved more than anything in Heaven or Hell… or earth, as it turned out.

  “Please don't leave me,” he begged into my mouth. “I love you.”

  I only kissed him in reply.

  Scott

  Seraniel, the big fucker who was now out of chains, was advancing on us. I looked up from our kiss, wrapping my arms defensively around Elise. “Stay the fuck back,” I said.

  He didn't listen, the idiot. Taking Joachim, I pointed my gun right at the big guy's head, and yet he continued moving clos
er to me. I had no idea who the hell he thought he was. Even angels had to be hurt by bullets, right? It was clear that demons were.

  “Listen, fucker! I said stay back!” That was my last warning. When he took another step closer, with his arms reaching out to Elise, I pulled the trigger with the gun pointed at his eye socket. It was close enough that it should have easily hit my target.

  “I'm not going to let you kill her!”

  The bullet stopped in mid-air. Elise's eyes were closed, but I saw that it was stopped. Just floating there, while Seraniel gave me a blank, or maybe a disappointed look.

  “Stand down. I'm not going to hurt her.” With a movement of his hand, I dropped Joachim. All I could do was watch as Seraniel took Elise from my arms and into his own, standing with her under the intense bright light.

  Placing a hand over her stomach, the whole room was filled suddenly with beautiful singing. The kind of singing I used to hear in church, except way louder and more intense.

  A glowing aura around Seraniel caught my attention. I could only barely hear it as he spoke to Elise. I hear your desires, and I witness your deeds. For the good you have done… I grant you, Imogael of Hell, a human soul.”

  He planted his lips on her forehead, and she glowed bright, too. Her fire hair looked like real fire then. Her skin burned pink, then slowly faded back to the pale peach it was before. The singing got louder, more frantic, as if those singing were confused and panicked. Was Seraniel doing something unexpected? Was he not allowed to give her a soul?

  Did she really not have a soul before?

  With a light touch, Seraniel gave the woman back to me. He nodded at me, as if he were just one man coming to an agreement with another man. Not at all like he was an angel.

  The singing faded away.

  Chapter 20

  Imogael

  Scott's arms were so warm. I would be happy to just stay in them until oblivion finally took me from him. Instead of the pain growing, though, it was easing. Did that mean I was dying finally? Did death bring the absence of pain?

  I opened my eyes. The darkness was no longer on the edge of my vision. Everything was bright and clear, my head no longer felt as if it was floating from me. First I saw Seraniel's face above me, and then Scott to the side. Scott was holding me, crying still. His breath was ragged and fitful.

  He lifted my shirt, and as I looked down I saw that the growing bulge of my abdomen was going away. The bruise indicating internal bleeding was fading. The pain was gone, and I somehow felt more alive than ever before.

  It had to be some kind of trick. There was no way I could be getting better. Looking up at Seraniel again, I saw peace in his eyes. Had he healed me? An angel, healing a demon? There was no way I was worth the hell he would get for breaking the rules like that.

  “Imogael,” he started, a small smile on his black lips. “You will remain with this man, who you have chosen, and you will live out a natural human life. You will one day die, and when that time comes, you will be judged on your deeds during your human life. Your past as a demon has been forgiven. I've seen to that.”

  “I don't understand,” I admitted. “How can I be forgiven?”

  “I have given you a gift. A human soul. Like any being with a human soul, you have a chance at redemption, a chance to enter heaven.”

  Scott gasped and clutched me tight to him. “Are you serious? And she'll be okay?” He asked. He was shaking. I could hear his heart beat.

  Seraniel nodded. “Yes. Her wounds are healed, though with a human soul came the loss of her powers. I hope that's agreeable,” he turned to me then. I nodded. If it meant I could stay with Scott, I would have given up anything. Literally anything.

  “It's a miracle,” Scott said with wonder.

  Seraniel smiled. “Just be good, Imogael. Know that I did love you, but I was not meant for you. I can see, though, that this man was.”

  With a flutter of wings and a strong gust of wind, Seraniel was gone. I didn't even get to say goodbye, but something told me I would see him again. Maybe not for a long time, but I would see him.

  Turning to Scott, I sat up. It was amazing how much better my body felt. It was like I was powerful, but in a whole new way.

  “I believe you now,” he whispered. “About angels and demons.”

  I couldn't help but laugh, sliding a hand against his soft cheek. “I bet you do!”

  His hand wrapped around the back of my neck, and with a rough movement, he pulled my face closer to his. He kissed me with sweet passion, with abandon, with true love.

  Scott

  Months later

  I had the biggest, stupidest grin on my face as I led Elise into our garage. Our new house was big, and she was still getting used to it. We moved out here to get away from crime, to forget our past, and to forge a new future together.

  Our little traditionalist Catholic church was only a block away. We went every Sunday, which Elise was really starting to love. She was baptized in the Spring, and was really showing an interest in the faith.

  Aside from that, I had proposed to her. Right in the very garage that I was leading her too, with one of her scarves wrapped around her eyes. We lived further north in Arkansas, in an expensive neighborhood. I finally got a new job at an office, one that would allow us to keep the house forever if we needed to. Coupled with the money I had saved up, we were living comfortably in calm and tranquility.

  Some of that money went to a big fucking ring. The diamond glimmered in the sun streaming through the small windows of the garage. Saejima and Antonio were both there, silently and giddily waiting for Elise to see her gift.

  “Scott, I know we're in the garage,” she said, laughing. “What are you doing? Why did you bring me in here?”

  “Today's the anniversary. The day we met. So, I thought I would get you a gift!”

  “Ooh,” she cooed, bouncing a big. “How exciting!”

  Unwrapping her blindfold, first she gasped and ran across the room to hug Saejima and Antonio. “I haven't seen you two in so long!”

  “Hey, they're not your present!” I grunted, crossing my arms. She turned around and her eyes immediately fell on the big mass in the middle of the garage, covered by a white sheet.

  “What is it?” She asked, stepping around it.

  “Pick up the sheet and see!” I said. She did, taking it in her small hands and tugging.

  Underneath it was a beautiful Harley-Davidson CVO Pro Street Breakout, brand new and pitch black. One it, I had a custom paint job. “Imogael,” she said, touching the side. “Oh, Scott. I love it.” She jumped into my arms and gave me a kiss.

  Things weren't easy. She still had things to work through, things about being a human that she didn't understand… but I loved her. And she loved me. That was enough to see us through.

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  "You fucking asshole," she breathed in his ear, moving herself up to straddle him. The seats were big enough to accommodate both of them. "I can't fucking stand you."

  The words came out of
her mouth and she wanted to believe them. But they lacked any punch. They lacked truth, and she knew it as well as he did.

  "I know," he said. His hand cupped her ass and she hovered over him, her weight pressing him to the chair.

  "Then fuck me," she growled, and dipped her head to nip at his neck. She was the one in control now, she told herself. She was the one in charge and she was the one setting the pace. But if he pushed back, she knew that it wouldn't be long before she was the one who was eating out of the palm of his hand, no matter what Lara tried to tell herself.

  He pulled her shirt off and threw it aside. She worked the clasp on her bra easily and as soon as it had slipped from her shoulders he claimed one nipple in between his lips. Her hips ground down into him, feeling his cock stiffening against her.

  That was what she wanted. That was what she needed, even after all this time. He held her roughly, forcing her hips down harder. Her skirt had already ridden up around her hips, her stockings and his pants the only things separating them. He moved a hand between them, exploring the outside of her lips with his hand.

  "You've been looking forward to this," he accused, and she ground herself against his fingers in answer.

  She slipped off his lap and between his knees. She had no trouble with his belt. Ten years hadn't dulled her memories of taking off a belt very much like this, from trousers very much like these. Hadn't dulled the memory of freeing his cock from his trousers.

  The smell of sex was heady and immediate and she couldn't help herself from wanting a little bit more. She took him into her mouth without hesitating and moved quickly. There was something inside her that needed it, needed him, and she hated it but she couldn't deny it either. That was her reality now, whether she liked it or not, and she was going to have to accept it.