Wicked Revenge: A Wicked Angels MC Novel

by Zoey Derrick

  On my way home from registration and stopping by the store, Sticks called me. He didn’t say much other than things were in motion and he’d be in touch. The plan is to get the club vacated somehow, with the exception of Rooster, but that might be easier said than done. I have a backup plan in place that involves his house. Which I’d like to avoid, but the son of a bitch did kill my brother in his own home, maybe I can do the same to him.

  “Mommy,” Piper calls from the kitchen when I get inside the house.

  “Hi, baby,” I call back. “Whatcha doin’?”

  “Emi and I are coloring.” I hear the chair scoot as she jumps down and comes running toward me. “Am I going to dance class?” she asks. Her excitement is palpable and I smile wide at her.

  “You are, baby, in a few weeks, okay?”

  “Okay, does this mean we get to go shopping?” She smiles wide at me.

  She’s worse than I am when it comes to shopping. This girl loves to do it, and she knows exactly what she’s doing too. “Absolutely,” I tell her.

  She runs back to the kitchen, arms raised in the air shouting, “yay,” as she goes.

  I hear Emily’s laugh from the kitchen. I round the corner. We exchange a look of, ‘oh boy’ before she sits down with Piper.

  “Piper, baby, I’m gonna go lay down, okay?”

  “Okay, mommy,” she says without looking up and I nod to Emily and head toward my bedroom. Tonight’s gonna be a long night, and I need to catch a little more sleep. I’ve been up since just before seven when Piper came in bouncing on my bed. She’s really excited about dance class and it warms my heart. She’d been in one back in Boulder and I promised her that I’d get her into a school for it down here. Now she just has to wait for the session to start.

  I change into a t-shirt, draw my curtains tight and climb into my bed. It doesn’t take more than a few minutes and I’m out.

  LOKI

  “What are we doing?” Pyro says into the phone.

  “What choice do we have?” I remind him.

  I can almost hear his eyes rolling. “When all this shit goes down, I’m never entertaining again,” he mumbles into the phone.

  I hear that. “I’ll see you there. I need to get wet.”

  “I’ll be there.”

  We hang up and I toss my phone onto the bed and strip out of my riding gear to jump in the shower. I’m happy to be home. My ass is numb and my eyelids weigh a hundred pounds, but we’ll never hear the end of it if we don’t show tonight.

  It’s seven thirty when I climb out of the shower. The shit and shebang started half an hour ago, but I don’t rush. I couldn’t care less tonight. All I want is to go see Skit at work, drink and pass the fuck out.

  Another twenty minutes and I’m flying down the street headed toward the clubhouse. I drive past Skit’s place and there is light coming through the curtains, but Skit’s car is gone. Her bike is in the driveway, up near the house. Good, she learned her lesson. The only bike she needs to be riding is mine.

  I blink as I pull up to the light. I keep blinking for no reason at all, perplexed by the direction of my thoughts. Where the fuck did that come from?

  She’s not mine, never has been, and never will be.

  I walk into the clubhouse. No joke, dude, the place is packed. Wicked Angels and Critical Chaos members filling up the chairs and couches. Two pool tables full of bikers and bitches. Tits hanging out, asses bouncing like there ain't a care in the fucking world. I roll my eyes. Only this charter has tits and ass hanging out all over the fucking place.

  My eyes land on Taz who’s working on some ugly ass dude from CC with one of the other chicks who works at the strip club owned by the Angels. Taz’s eyes lock on mine for a moment and she winks at me before locking lips with the blonde. Now that’s exactly what I need tonight. I give her a wicked grin before my eyes continue around the room. That’s when bright green and black catches my eye over by one of the pool tables. I blink in shock that she’s here. Then I blink again when I see Rack has his hand down the front of her tube top. I watch his fingers move as he rolls her nipple between them and I can see the other one is as hard as a rock beneath the thin fabric.

  Mine.

  I shake my head. Get it together, fuckshitiot. She ain’t yours and she ain’t someone else’s either. She’s a bar cunt, nothing more. A great piece of ass that you want to tap again and again, but you can do that shit with any girl in here.

  She hasn’t seen me yet, so I duck to my left, toward the bar and lots of fucking alcohol.

  I’m three drinks in when Pyro finally shows his face. He roams the room, and I’m not sure if he’s looking for someone or not, but his face grows angry when he catches an eyeful of Skit and Rack. He shakes his head and I turn back to the bar. What’s his deal with her?

  He moves next to me. “You see that shit?” he asks.

  “What shit?” I counter, trying to play stupid.

  “Skit and Rack.”

  “What about it?” He glares at me. “What? You hot for Skit?”

  He visibly shudders.

  “You wanna ‘explain?” I ask him.

  “Hell no.”

  “You fuck her?” I ask point blank.

  “Fuck you, and fuck no. Not my flavor,” he says in a way that begs me to argue with him.

  “Bullshit. Hot piece of ass like that and you’re telling me you don’t want to tap it?”

  “Shut it, Loki,” he snaps.

  I roll my eyes. “I don’t understand what’s crawled up your ass and died lately, but you’d better figure it out.” I lower my voice and get in his ear. “Find your fucking head, man, you’re running out of time.”

  “Fuck off,” he growls, his raspy voice catching.

  I let it go. I’m obviously not getting anywhere with him on the Skit front and I don’t want to talk about it anymore. If he wants to claim her, fine.

  My chest grows heavy at that thought and my heart skips in my chest.

  She’s not mine, I remind myself as my eyes wander over to her. She’s now straddling Rack’s lap, her tits in his face. She’s facing my direction so I get an eyeful of her nipple as Rack switches from one to the other.

  Skit’s eyes are locked on mine.

  She lets her mouth fall slack as she feigns enjoyment. I shake my head at her and she puts a little more effort into it. I roll my eyes.

  Just then Taz walks past me and I grab her wrist, bringing her toward me. Her eyes widen briefly as I wrap my arm around her, pulling her into me. I whisper in Taz’s ear, “Play along,” She grunts in understanding and I give her a couple kisses along her shoulder before dipping my head lower. Taz, on her game as always, lowers her tank top, offering me her tits and I suck a nipple into my mouth. My eyes never leave Skit. Taz’s hand slides into my hair, holding me to her tit just a little longer and I flick my tongue against her hard peak and she lets out a rush of air. She is enjoying it, where Skit is not.

  I smirk at Skit, making a show of licking and sucking on Taz’s tit and Skit’s eyes narrow.

  She leans down and whispers something in Rack’s ear. Whatever she says springs him into action and he stands up. She quickly pulls her top up and he grabs her by her hand, pulling her toward me and the door.

  I release Taz’s tit from my mouth, she pulls up her top. “Thanks, doll,” I tell her.

  “Anytime,” she smirks, winks and off she goes.

  Rack and Skit walk past me, out the door. I go to follow behind them, but Pyro grabs my arm. “You’re a dick, but let it go.”

  I shake my head and try, but I can’t. I pull my arm free and step through the door into the cool night. My eyes find them quickly when I hear a hog turn over. I narrow my eyes at both of them. Rack’s already on his ride. Skit steps on the skid and flings her leg over expertly. My eyes narrow and a growl escapes my lips.

  She wraps her arms around Rack’s stomach, holding herself to his back. He’s paying attention to what he’s doing, she is watching me.

  R
ack switches gears and revs the engine and they disappear briefly as he turns around and when they come back into my line of sight, she’s looking at me. She releases her hold on Rack long enough to flip me the finger.

  “Fucking cunt,” I growl. It’s one thing to let a brother suck your tits; it’s a whole other thing to be the bitch on his ride.

  Chapter Eleven

  LILY

  A sliver of satisfaction slides up my spine and settles over my heart, mending one of the many broken pieces left by Loki over the years. The look on his face was fucking priceless when I climbed on the back of Rack’s bike. It was only made better when I flipped him the fuck off as we sped out of the compound.

  I’m a couple blocks from home. I asked Rack to take me home. I claimed to have had too much to drink and he was all too quick to oblige me. If there was anything I learned about one of the newest members of Wicked Angels, it’s that he’s human and still has his heart. He may have his colors, but he’s yet to get his 1% patch. An honor the Wicked Angels only bestow to its members after they prove themselves. Rack is well on his way, but he’s got a long way to go.

  Loki is furious with me.

  Good.

  Fucker deserves it.

  I direct Rack to my house and he parks in front of it. “You got a bike?” he asks as he kills the engine.

  “Yup, it once belonged to a good friend of mine.”

  “You ride?” He raises an eyebrow at me, incredulously.

  “I do,” I challenge him.

  “Nice,” he grins wide. “Not many chicks ‘round here have the balls.”

  I smile. I’m going to like this guy. If he can keep hold of his heart a little while longer. “Thanks for bringing me home,” I tell him softly and give him a small kiss on the cheek.

  “Anytime.”

  He fires up his bike and I back away, waving at him as he takes off down the street. I wait for him to disappear before I head for the door when I hear another bike roaring down the street. I close my eyes. I know exactly who it is. Thank God Rack went the other way. I’d hate to think what Loki would do to him. I turn around and cross my arms over my chest and wait for him to pull up. He does, but he stops at the curb. I half expected him to come roaring up in my front yard.

  “Get on,” he says over the engine.

  I shake my head.

  “Get the fuck on,” he growls.

  “Good night, Loki,” I smirk before turning toward my house.

  I hear the bike roar down to neutral. I speed up, but I don’t get far before Loki wraps his arms around me from behind. “Run from me again, sugar tits, and I’ll make you regret it,” he growls in my ear. “Your daughter is in there and I want to fuck your goddamn cunt dry, so you have two choices.”

  I should kick and scream at him, fight him, but I can’t. My body is alive with the promise of more things Loki and I’m having a hard time responding any other way.

  “We can do this here, with your daughter in the next room, or you can get over your self-absorbed ass and get the fuck on my bike, where you fucking belong,” he growls in my ear and I melt further. His claim of my belonging on his bike has my heart doing flutters in my chest. My stomach roars with butterflies and I give in to my body’s desire for the man who’s acting like a caveman.

  “Yours,” I tell him with a whisper and he releases me. He turns toward his bike and I follow behind him. He kicks over; holding the bike steady and I step up, flinging my leg over and wrapping my arms around him. I press my cheek to his back. His heartbeat hammers in my ear. Unlike with Rack, I let my hands roam lower and my fingers tickle his hard cock through his jeans.

  He growls through his teeth, the vibration tickling my ear. “You’re gonna fucking kill me.”

  He pops the clutch and off we go, racing down the street toward his house.

  The ride is too short.

  I just started to get comfortable and we’re pulling into his driveway. He kills the engine and holds the bike for me to climb off. He turns the ignition and pulls his keys from it and hands them to me. I take them, reaching for the orange colored key and I hand them back to him with his house key poised and ready to go.

  He takes them from me and leads the way down the sidewalk and up the steps. He hasn’t said anything, not that I expected him to, but it would be nice if he would, instead he unlocks the door and ushers me inside before kicking the door closed.

  “I may do a lot of things, sweet ass, but sloppy seconds ain’t one of them. Go clean yourself up,” he snaps and I glare at him. He raises his eyebrows at me in waiting.

  “He sucked my tits,” I counter.

  “He had his grubby ass hands and nasty mouth all over my favorite part of your body, next to that sinful mouth and that tight fucking cunt of yours, so if he touched either one of those, brush your teeth and wash it.”

  I stand there and cross my arms over my chest. Short of tapping my foot in a way that a child would, I don’t know what else to do to protest his choice of words. Then again, I have a feeling I’ve poked the bear tonight and he’d fuck me without touching my mouth or my tits and I don’t want that either.

  “Go,” he orders gruffly.

  I rip my top off and he hisses through his teeth. I kick off my heels and unbutton my denim. I bend at the waist, pushing my jeans and thong down my legs before kicking them off and standing naked before him.

  As I suspected, the bear has been poked. He slams into me, pushing me against the wall. His lips brush mine. I smile over my victory, then he moves his mouth away and his hands wrap around my ass and he’s lifting me in the air. I wrap my legs around him. My wet slit brushes along the rough zipper on his jeans. I moan in pleasure and pain.

  He then lowers his lips just over my nipple and I can feel his hot breath against the left, but that’s it. I groan in frustration at him. He ignores me completely and moves to my right nipple, repeating the torture, taunting me with his delicious mouth wrapped around my now pebbled nipples.

  Then his hand slides between us. I think he’s going for the fly of his jeans, but instead his fingers brush feather light against my sex. “Oh god,” I cry out. “He didn’t touch it.”

  His fingers slide through my folds until he finds my entrance and he slips one inside me. I cry out. He shifts his hand so his thumb can strum my clit while his finger moves in and out of me.

  I slide my hands into his hair, holding him to me gently and awareness lights his eyes. He cocks his head at me, really looking at me. His hand stills between my legs. I buck my hips, looking for friction and release and he’s still as stone.

  “Loki, please,” I beg. “Finish it.”

  In the next breath, his lips are slamming against mine. His tongue darts in immediately and his fingers move inside me. My orgasm is balancing on the edge but he won’t let me tip over the edge.

  “Loki,” I cry out again as I pull back from his kiss.

  He presses his forehead against mine. “I fucking knew it,” he growls as he pulls his fingers from my pussy and he steps back, lowering me to the floor.

  His hands slide into mine, wrapping our fingers together, his eyes searching mine, a million questions swim in the silvery grey orbs. “Kiwi?” he breathes.

  “Yes,” I breathe as a tear falls free and slides down my cheek.

  His hands release mine only to slide into my hair, my face between his palms. “I don’t know whether to throw you out or fuck you senseless right now.”

  “I’ll take the latter,” I mumble and he growls, pulling back from me. The loss of his warmth sends a shiver down my spine. He traces a single finger from the base of my neck, down between my breasts, and across my stomach before he lets it fall away.

  “Am I dreaming?” he breathes.

  “No.” I should say more, but I need him to process his discovery.

  “How?” His eyes still haven’t left mine. “How did I not…”

  “You did, you knew that first night.”

  He shakes his head. “That was a
drunk man’s dream.” His voice is low, almost menacing.

  “No, Loki, it wasn’t.”

  “I fucking hate you,” he groans.

  His word sting, sending a shot straight to my heart. “No, you don’t.”

  “I fucking do, Kiwi. You fucking left me.”

  I pull back from him. “I left you? That’s rich, Logan,” I snap with his real name.

  “You should have stayed.”

  “You wouldn’t fucking let me stay, remember? You stood in that goddamn garage and told me to do what my brother said to do. I did. Then you followed me to Colorado. You snuck into my room in the middle of the night and stole my virginity and then my eighteenth birthday because you were gone.”

  “I had to leave.”

  “Why?” I breathe.

  “Because, Kiwi, you deserved better than a fucked-up biker sneaking into your bedroom on his way through town. Because Tryke would have killed me if I pulled you back into the club life.”

  “Tryke’s dead,” I state. Though I said the words, I’m not sure I believe them anymore. I don’t know why, but I just don’t.

  His eyes narrow at me. “You deserve better.”

  “That’s my choice, Logan. Not yours, not Tryke’s, no one, only mine. Sticks respected that. Now it’s time you do too.”

  “Your daughter deserves better.”

  At that, my breath freezes in my chest. “Our daughter,” I whisper.

  “What?” he snaps.

  “You heard me,” I bite back. Suddenly I become acutely aware of my nakedness and I want my clothes. I need to cover myself up.

  “How?”

  I glare at him. “What do you mean, how? You fucked me, Loki, twice,” I remind him. “Both times without a condom. Do I need to go into how the birds and the bees work with you?”

  “She can’t be mine.”

  “Oh, believe me, she is one hundred percent yours. All you have to do is look into her eyes, Loki. It’s all anyone has to do. Why do you think no one knows about her? No one, except you and Pyro, because you can’t keep the fuck away from me.” I pull my arms up, covering my chest. It’s all I can do because he won’t let me make a move for my clothes.