by K. M. Keeton
Table of Contents
Chapter 1 - Vince
Chapter 2 - Sara
Chapter 3 - Vince
Chapter 4 - Sara
Chapter 5 - Vince
Chapter 6 - Sara
Chapter 7 - Vince
Chapter 8 - Sara
Chapter 9 - Vince
Chapter 10 - Sara
Chapter 11 - Vince
Chapter 12 - Sara
Chapter 13 - Vince
Chapter 14 - Sara
Chapter 15 - Vince
Chapter 16 - Vince
Epilogue
Sinful Angel
K.M.Keeton
Sinful Angel
2017 Copyright © K.M.Keeton
All rights reserved
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
Dedication
To my family that believed that this dream of mine wasn’t lunacy, and never wavered in their support.
To the old before I embarked on this journey and to the new friends that I’ve acquired along the way.
Thank fuck for all of you!
Because if I hadn’t had all of you to let down I would have given up a long time ago.
Chapter 1 - Vince
Groaning I turn off the alarm coming from my phone. No matter the length of time I’ve been getting up at this god forsaken hour, I still have not adjusted. Especially since my days are longer, the time between sleeping and waking gets slimmer.
I wish I could sleep in, but making sure a teenager wakes to go to school, and is on time getting there is a part of this routine called my life.
Grabbing last night’s jeans, I pull them up over my morning erection with a grimace. I’d love to take care of that. But the unanswered desire I've more than gotten used to. Not bothering with a shirt, I make my way through the hall, down the nearest set of stairs, and into the kitchen.
I rummage through the cabinets making unnecessary noise, slamming the doors shut as I move down the line. My brother sleeps like the dead and can sleep through any raucous I can make.
Now that I’ve started the coffee maker for myself, set out a bowl, box of cereal, and spoon for his highness I head back upstairs. Instead of turning into my room on the right, I turn left.
Again taking no care to be gentle with his door. I go straight for his sleeping form tangled in a mess of blankets, and smack him squarely on the forehead with an open palm. It makes the most satisfying sound, and I can’t stop myself from smirking.
He jolts straight up into a seated position, his hand goes to his head and rubs the mark making its slow rose red appearance. I smile with self satisfaction.
“Vince? Why do you feel the need to do that?” he whines.
“You know why.”
He’s scowling now, his hair erect in all directions despite its short length. His eyes are bright despite the hour. Our lips and shimmering blue eyes are all that we have in common.
“A poke to my shoulder would be as effective,” he said.
“Not nearly as fun, or satisfying,” I call over my shoulder as the coffee calls to me, “Take a shower Teddy, you stink!” I echoed down the hall.
“Do not!”
The telling squeak lets me know he’s still crawling out of bed to do as I’ve asked. All in all he’s not that hard to take care of now, emphasis on the now. A few years ago, was a different story. He fought me all the time, he was young so was I, and we were still trying to figure out how to live with each other. Considering we are both still alive I'd call that a win.
As usual after half of my coffee’s gone; he is presentable, and seated at the kitchen table. Some days I feel up to making more for him than cereal, but I was out late last night. I had not returned until the early hours of today, and can't muster the energy to do it, even with the coffee.
“Don’t forget about coming to my school tonight,” he tells me between bites.
“What the fuck for?”
“For the same reason I told you last week,” I could see him rolling his eyes.
I knew exactly what he was talking about. Unlike Pops, I will never forget or be absent. No, this was only to tease, as a brother has a right to. So little is normal in our lives. When we became each other’s only family it seems both of us felt we needed to grow up. So when we banter I hold firm to the youth I felt I missed out on and I pull his to the surface; even if, for only a few minutes.
“You didn’t tell me anything about having to go in. I have plans, actually a date,” I wiggle my eyebrows. He sees through me. I haven’t been on a date since…shit, it’s been since I was eighteen since I went steady with anyone. One nighters on the other hand, I ran out of fingers and toes to count on a long time ago. It came with the territory. Damn, I should have said I was going to get laid. That would have been at least believable, I need more coffee.
His eyes look bored, “It starts at seven.”
Picking his bag up from the floor by the door, he places his hand on the doorknob, and he looks back at me.
“Don’t be late,” a small smile tilts his lips, and with that, he’s gone.
That kid is way too serious for his age; he needs to loosen up. Grumpy old men are more entertaining to fuck with. At least they will have a ready comeback. I wonder what to do about that as I make it back to my bed. Despite the coffee buzzing in my veins, I close my eyes and I'm out again within seconds.
I wake, this time to a different noise coming from my cell.
“Hello?” I grumble.
“Get your ass up Kid, I need you for a job,” the voice strong, authoritative, and one I knew well before I took orders from it.
“Be there in ten Ric.”
“Make that twenty. Your ass needs coffee. And probably a shower,” the silence following confirms that he’s hung up.
I lay limp on the edge of the mattress for a few seconds to allow myself to wake a little before attempting anything. I run my hands down my face, and smack at my cheeks a few times for the hell of it. Shower or coffee first? Who was I kidding. Knowing it couldn’t have been more than a few hours ago since I made the coffee. I look down to my phone again, and I groan as it tells me it’s only been an hour since Teddy left for school. If I didn’t need the fucking money I wouldn’t even bother. With the clubs funds, and the part time bartending job, I’m hardly making ends meet. I’m stretching myself too thin.
Luckily, the coffee is still warm since I forgot to turn off the machine. The hot plate, keeping it nice and toasty. Pouring me a cup to-go, I head back to my bedroom in search for something to wear. Laundry has to be on my list of priorities sometime this week or neither of us will have anything to wear. Grabbing the shirt I wore three nights ago, I pull it up over my head. Ric can deal, because I won’t be taking a shower until later to relax me. Grabbing a pair of socks I pull them on, and my worn leather boots follow. Before walking out of the house, I grab my leather jacket with the club brand, a white gear with wings and in the middle reads Lost Angels MC ~ Chillowakie Ohio, and lastly my coffee.
Twirling the keys in my palm I walk over to Pops old Harley. The paint black and chipped, the appearance of rust in some spots but I’ve made it my own. No one gives me shit about it anymore, as I roll into the parking lot of an oversize warehouse on the upper east side of town. It’s the only building around for at least a mile. I ascend the steps one by one to the outer side door, not bothering with going into the clubhouse below to see Ric.
I can hear his heavy sigh. He hates when people use this door; but, in the mood I’m in I
couldn’t care less. Ric is an attractive guy for his age. He’s in his sixties, but he is still lean. His silver hair trimmed atop his head never a hair out of place. Even his fucking mustache is always trimmed to perfection. The only thing rebelling aside from his tattoos is the five o’clock shadow he seems to always have. I know it’s because of his old lady that he is so put together all the time, the five o’clock shadow is his way of rebelling. I remember him before he meet Martha. He was wild, erratic, not caring what his appearance was. Like that he scared people, but after he meet Martha it all changed. He even could pass off as respectable in the circles we rode in. He told me once that the love of a good woman comes in and takes over. It's a shit storm that changes more than having a warm body at night. If she loved you there was nothing she wouldn’t touch in your life, and in the end you’re thankful for it. I wouldn’t know. I didn’t even know the love of my Momma for long. She was the only woman that had been in my life that left a lasting impression. Shit, no one to even stay longer than a few months at a time.
“What’d you call me down here for Ric?” I say before he can bitch at me for coming through the wrong door.
“We’ve had a report come in that there’s a punk down at the high school that was getting a little too hands-on with one of the guys nieces, Brianna. I need you to go rattle his cage, and make sure he keeps his hands to himself from now on.”
“Fuck Ric. You do realize it's several hours before they even get out! I could still be in bed sleeping.”
“Yeah, you little shit, I know. That's why I have another job for you. When you ask for more shit to do, I'm going to deliver. By the time you're done with the first, the kids should be out. Unless you were bitching for no reason. I can always give it to someone else.”
“Shit, sorry Ric. Rough night.”
“So is your bitch fit over?”
“Yeah, I'll take it.”
“That's right, like the bitch you are,” there was a twinkle in his eyes. The prick.
“Whatever. So what's the job?”
“My brother’s son twisted his ankle and can't do his job today. He needs someone to fill in,” Ric pauses for effect, “He mows lawns,” he says stoned face, as if I give a fuck doing hard labor once in awhile, “He's only fifteen and needed the money,” he shrugs.
“I'll take it.”
“Good,” he hands two folders in my direction, “The mowing you can do on your own. However, for, the punk at the high school, I want you to bring one of the guys along to cover you if need be. Remember -”
“I got it. Always have your exit buddy,” I roll my eyes. That strategy is one we owe to one of the member’s daughter that insisted her daddy have an exit buddy at all times. Ric thought it was such a great idea he had us all pairing up every time we went out on a job. It was being smart, but I could do without the Disney movie reference.
That’s what we get for being in small town America. Most of us law abiding, and the majority of club members have families of their own. There are only six of us left without old ladies, or wives. Only five without kids or grandkids to look after.
“When’s the next time money is going to come in?” I hate to talk about finances with him, but I was already getting low on cash.
“There’s a big job going down a few nights from now, the revenue from it should be the day after. Why you having issues?”
I wave a dismissal at him, “Remember, you can’t use me tonight for anything, I have to be at Teddy’s school.”
“The kid’s not in trouble is he?”
“Nah, parent teacher conference. I missed the meet and greet in August, so I finally get to meet his teachers. He behaves so well that I never have to go in there but twice a year.”
“I don’t blame him. That what you're wearing?”
“Yeah, why?” I look down at my attire, and I now notice I grabbed my holy jeans.
It’s going to have to do, because I’ve got nothing else. To be fucking honest with myself, I don’t even know what happened to the other pair I have. Buried under a pile somewhere I’m sure.
“Dressed like that you’re certain to make an impression,” Ric smirks, and chuckles deep as I flip him off, “Let's hope they all have vaginas. I swear I saw your balls dangling there for a second.”
“Fuck off, they’re not that bad. Are any of the guys downstairs?”
“Fuck if I know, you should have come in the front door. Then you’d already know if they were,” he shakes his head to get back to whatever paperwork it is that has to be maintained.
“Whatever,” I mumble. I go through the door I entered just to piss him off.
“You’re a fucking prick you know that!” he shouts. His voice is muffled by the steel door, but I can hear him well enough to make out the tone.
“You should fucking lock it if you don’t want anyone walking through it,” I’m far enough away that his next response doesn’t reach me. See? Grumpy old men are way easier to goad.
When I make it around the building to the front door, I don’t bother going all the way in the double doors to search for someone to come with me. Scanning the room, hoping to see Bear. Luckily, it didn’t take long to spot him because the beast of a man sticks out in the crowd.
“Bear!” I call over the music.
His head whips around, and I wave him over. Bear is massive, you’d think he’d be the meanest son of a bitch in here. Not only was that not true; but, unless severely provoked, he was sugary sweet to the point of being disgusting. He is as well groomed as Ric. Bear has the most inviting smile that compliments his lumberjack beard and stash. Hardly any tattoos, and all of them can be hidden with clothes if he chooses. Who fucking knows how he got roped into the club. But he’s the one that I’ve got the most comradery with and I am thankful he’s around.
“Feel like going on a job with me later to scare the shit out of a teenager?”
He gravels out an affirmative.
“OK. Meet me at my place about three o'clock.”
I head back to my house to grab my workout shorts and cage. My 4x4 is a bit rusted but runs like a champ for being in its 30's like me. I only use it in the colder months or for jobs such as this. Twenty minutes later I'm at the first house on the list.
An older lady in a mumu greets me, and offers me some cookies. I feel her gawking at my ass as I walk back and forth with her push mower. The rest of the day followed suit. The only thing that changed was the type of drinks and cookies when I knocked on their door. I discovered the more skin I showed the more tips I received. If I could have done it naked without being arrested I would have, although I doubt these dirty birds would have ratted me out. Needless to say, my shirt after the second stop didn't make it back on, and my shorts rested very low on my hips as the day went on. I call it an experiment, but either way I wasn't against using my body to make a little more money. I had a kid to support after all. One hundred and thirty four dollars richer, I make my way home to shower and change. I make it just in time to see Bear rolling up in my driveway.
Greeting him with a nod, I pull my shades from my jacket pocket, and pull them on.
“Let’s do this.”
We draw a few stares as we make it through town, and as we sit across the street for the school to empty. I just hope whoever we're here for doesn't notice us. That would make this harder. As luck would have it, our target was talking to his buddy, completely oblivious of our presence. Getting off our bikes to be less conspicuous, we follow behind at a slow pace.
He must have sensed us, because our target, Grant, looked over his shoulder, and without even a goodbye to his friend took off.
I sigh and look up at Bear, “Why do they always run?”
Being that he’s a man of little words he shrugs and grunts. I shake my head.
“Looks like he’s headed towards Hill Ave. I’ll loop around and cut him off. Do me a solid and make your way to the side he ran through,” I take off without needing to hear his response. I knew out of all the guys at
the club he would have my back. I catch up to Grant as he’s about to fly by. I reach out and snatch him by the collar. Out of breath, I wait patiently as he fights to get out of my grasp. When he accepts defeat, his body mirrors and slumps in my hold. Bear positions his body to shield the better part of our conversation from anyone that may be looking in our direction. I let go of his shirt to pull him closer. Wrapping my arm around his neck, I start to walk even closer to Bear.
“So. I heard about you and Brianna,” I growled.
“W….hat,” he stammers out, “She over exaggerated I’m sure. We only kissed.”
My arms tighten around his neck, and grasp the paper in my jacket pocket, “Unfold it,” I order as I push the crumpled mass into his hand. His fingers fumble with it for several seconds before we can see what it says.
I point out his face in the picture he unfolded, “That you? In fact don’t answer that. That stupid look on your face tells me you’ll lie. How about we take a walk up to Third Street with our new friend here,” looking up at Bear.
Third Street is more of an alley than a street. Anyone living here in town knew that. It was between two apartment buildings, only a few windows faced the alleys, and at this hour there are few people to look out of them. Even though Bear was anything but menacing if you knew him, when he smiled like that, it made even me feel intimidated. I start walking that direction, and Bear follows behind us. A brick wall of a presence. I could feel Grant tense and try and resist but out of the two of us I was well overpowering him. Even if he did find a way to get out of my grasp, Bear would pluck him up before he took his first step.
“Look guys, this is all a big misunderstanding.”
“Oh I’m aware. We are about to clear it up, don’t worry. Once we have a proper talk, there won’t be any misunderstandings again.”
I stop us in the middle of the sidewalk. Shit, not the tears. Uhhhh the snotty ugly kind. We didn’t even make it halfway to Third. I grab him hard at the back of the neck, and smash my fist into his stomach holding back on my swing.