by Love, Amy
Before either of them could stop it, Brent started stumbling to the ground.
“Dad!”
Lurching forward, she awkwardly collected him her arms. Summoning all of her strength, Angeline held him against her chest.
“Son of a bitch!” he groaned. She hated seeing him like this. Because it just wasn’t him. Her father was a proud man, a one-time marine who had passed through Strait of Hormuz without a scratch. Civilian life brought its own battles; Brent lost his job and his wife in the space of the same year, and he had a teenage daughter to boot. But this was a man who could lick any adversary. Brushing away his sorrow, he started a small construction company, kept and paid for the house in which they now stood, and saw that Angeline never went without.
“I got you, Dad,” she said. “Just lean into me.”
Casting a quick glance at his eyes, she saw a mix of embarrassment and frustration. Those were supposed to be his words, had been in his words, and while Angeline took some pride in returning the favor, she knew that it was the last thing he wanted.
Brent was spent even before she got him back to his seat.
“God damn,” he muttered. “I almost had it that time.”
But that wasn’t true. As much as she hoped that the magic bullet had finally hit its target, he would never be whole again.
She would never tell him that.
“So close, Dad,” Angeline said. “Maybe next time. I’m sure of it. Want some coffee?”
When he stayed silent, Angeline started to clear his plate. Suddenly his hand, much stronger than his legs, crushed under the wheels of a backhoe, seized hold of her wrist. She waited as his eyes drifted towards hers.
“I can still do some things without your help,” he barked.
“I know, Dad,” she said. “Just trying to be nice.”
Angeline backed away from the table. When he shifted in his seat, she feared that he would try to stand again. And fall. If she was fast, she could snatch the dish away and hurry back to the sink like nothing had happened. But that might hurt him even more. So she hung back.
“Here.”
Brent lifted his plate slowly and offered it to her.
“Now you only have to make one trip,” he feebly joked.
Angeline smiled as her fingers surrounded the ceramic, and she patted his arm.
“Thanks,” she whispered. “That’s a big help.”
Brent formed a small fist and gently banged it to the table before folding his arms across his chest.
“Someone said something about coffee?” he asked.
“I’ll get right on that,” Angeline said.
Back at the sink, she rinsed the plate and filled the carafe. As the grounds became liquid that trickled into the pitcher, Angeline’s thoughts turned to a different pot of coffee.
***
“So tell me again. What’s with the salt?”
Kane slipped his arm around her waist, and she sank into his chest. His hold was strong and tender, and she curled her head towards his lips. Kane’s unshaven cheeks brushed against her face. She wanted nothing but his mouth, his tongue. But as she tried to claim them, Kane eased her away, smiling.
“You gotta answer my question,” he said.
Tilting her head one way than the other, Angeline started to speak when he reached behind her head. Releasing her bun, he sent her hair spilling around her shoulders. Sighing as he stroked her locks, Angeline started to press closer when she shook her head wildly with a mischievous grin.
“You like it black, right?” she asked.
Kane nodded, and she lightly touched his cheek.
“So the salt will smooth it out,” she promised. “It’ll be like nothing you’ve ever tasted.”
“I’m not so sure about that.”
As he gathered her in his arms, Angeline pressed her palms to his chest.
“I promise you’ll like it,” she said in a sultry voice. “You just—”
“And you’ll like this.”
As he took her mouth, Angeline drank in his kiss. Kane was always so sure that he could read her mind. Maybe he could. But that didn’t mean he always got to have the last word.
“Sit.”
Kane laughed as she struck a far more forceful tone.
“I’m being serious,” she said. “A nurse knows when you need to take your medicine.”
Throwing his hands into the air, Kane backed away, shaking his head.
“Don’t want to cross a pro,” he said as he returned to the table. As he brought one broad limb over the other, he shot her a smile.
“So do your thing,” Kane said.
Angeline delighted in the chance to prove her point. She poured out two cups and sprinkled the salt into the simmering mugs.
Kane grimaced as she handed him the coffee.
“This is crazy,” he said. “You know that right?”
“I do,” she said. “It’s wild.”
Setting her mug aside, Angeline kissed him quickly and lingered. Kane’s lips swirled around hers. Soon they would move to her bed. She pictured him stripping her slowly, his mouth leaving hers in search of her breasts. When he kissed her there, Angeline felt like she would explode. But it was nothing compared to the feel of his hands as they pressed her to her back.
Not yet…
“Okay,” he said. “One taste.”
He sipped his coffee slowly. Angeline’s hands lovingly caressed his thigh as he swallowed her concoction. Kane’s face was impenetrable, and then he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
“Wow,” he said. “That is different.”
Angeline narrowed her eyes.
“Different how?” she asked. “Different good? Or bad?”
Kane finished his coffee in a single gulp. He took her hand.
“Different like you,” he said. “Different perfect.”
And as she had hoped, Kane carried her to bed. His mouth met her breasts, gentle and firm. Angeline ran her fingers through his wild hair. Pulling his t-shirt over his head, she basked in the feel, the sight, of his muscled arms. When they held her close, she sank into his chest. Kissing up his flesh, she stopped at the promise of his mouth and smiled.
“This is all that I want, Kane,” she said.
“And is that good or bad?”
He said nothing else, only caressed her sides as he kissed her again. Lowering his fly, Kane started to work his way under her skirt. The tip of his cock was on the precipice of her mound.
“Are you going to answer me?” Kane asked.
“I thought I did that,” she said. “This is everything…”
Angeline started to guide his tongue back to her waiting cunt, longing to feel his kiss about her soft folds. He licked her pussy before stretching his eyes back to hers.
“So good or bad?” he asked.
It was good when he held her like this. Bad when she thought of his life in the club, the grease and the roar that was his daily bread, always threatening danger.
Worse when she thought of how she might prove the greatest danger of all.
“I… I want it to be good,” Angeline whispered.
Kane hovered above her, propping his body on his taut elbow as he traced her eyes with a single finger.
“Just want?” Kane asked. “Is that it?”
Angeline twisted her head around her pillow, ready for his return, when he held her head in his hands and brought her face close to his.
“What if you start to want something else?” Kane challenged. “What do I do with you then?”
Angeline wrapped her arms around him. Her lips ran down his neck, and she settled her kiss against his chest.
“Kane?”
Peering into his eyes, she took his hand. Kane kept her close, and Angeline’s cunt buzzed around the feel of him in her arms…
“I’ll never want anyone but you.”
***
“Angie! The water!”
It was sloshing over the sink, and Angeline moved fast in searc
h of a towel. Finding one, lifting it from the hook, she started to mop the excess from the floor. But it kept coming.
“Angie, turn off the damn water!”
Bolting to her feet, she stopped the flow and stood before the sink with heaving shoulders. Kane wasn’t here—would never be here again.
And still, she had betrayed him.
“Angie?” Brent asked. “You want to talk about it?”
She wanted to understand how he could be hers, only hers. The feel of Kane’s phantom fingers still passed across her flesh, and she started to fall into the memory. He hovered over her, taking her slowly. That was his way. He never took her by force.
Never.
Five short years. Nothing in the scheme of the life that they would ultimately share. She could do it standing on her head. Would do it.
“Angie, you can tell me,” Brent said.
He shifted to the chair closest to hers, and Angeline raised her eyebrows in the face of his progress. Maybe he was getting better. Slowly. It was—
Brent took her hand and smiled.
“It’s okay,” he said.
With a weary sigh, Angeline finally turned off the water.
“No, Dad,” she said. “No it’s not.”
CHAPTER THREE
“Jem!”
With the car stalled under his knees, Jeremy paused. Kane had survived the showers and the fights in the yard. But Angeline was always okay. That thought kept him going.
So why wasn’t she…?
“Jem?” he asked again.
No answer.
Something horrible had to have happened to her. No other reason for her absence. Had she sold more pills without his protection? Angeline was no fool. But in the glaring light of her father’s injury, maybe she threw caution to the wind and made like a dealer looking for new marks. In Kane’s world, it was skinny boys and skinnier girls in search of a quick fix. Kane never dabbled in the stuff, but he could point them in the right direction. Angeline was different. She just needed a fast buck to help her dad.
And maybe she had had made the worst call.
“Kane,” Jeremy started. “You need to hear this and—“
But Kane didn’t as he kept talking.
“Where is she?” Kane demanded.
Kane’s mind filled with all the ways in which she might be hurt. Best case scenario, she was languishing in some cell. He had money, funds that he had sent Jeremy’s way in the wake of his incarceration. Jeremy only had to give the word, and Kane would bail her out. But what if she had fallen in with the wrong crowd? His own crew would never dare, but there were other clubs that might use her. And if a nurse with access fell into their hands, Angeline would be lost to herself as well as him.
Jeremy stayed silent, and Kane pressed him.
“No,” Kane said as his pulse quickened. “Just don’t tell me…”
He couldn’t stand the idea of her caught, trapped. Kane pictured her torn apart if she failed to make her quota. And there was no way that she ever could. He, she had been caught by accident. The doctor she worked for was already being eyed for fingering his patients under a local anesthetic. The man was serving his own time, and Angeline should be in the clear. But what if there was no letting it go? What if it was known that she was able to find drugs and bring them to the street? Kane was locked up, and even as his club and Jeremy promised to look after her, they could only do so much.
“Jem….”
Kane saw her tied down to a bed, only released to go to work and fill the coffers. His sentence was proof that she could make that happen, but maybe it got out of control. She might be hurt, scared, and now he needed nothing more than to save he all over again.
“Why do you care?” Jeremy asked. “She never came to see you. Not once. And—”
Grabbing his brother by the collar, Kane shoved Jeremy’s shoulder into the horn. A sharp blare filled the car. Jeremy winced, but Kane heard nothing as his fingers grinded against his brother’s throat.
“Because I told her to keep away!” Kane bellowed over the roar. “And you said you’d keep tabs on her! So what the fuck—?”
“Oh believe me,” Jeremy said. “I did. And she’s just fine!”
Pushing his brother away, Jeremy ran his hand over her neck.
“So how about you just let it go, Kane,” he said. “You served your time… her time. Don’t you know a second chance when you see it?”
Kane formed a fist and stopped just short of clipping his brother’s jaw. As his chest heaved, he remembered the lessons they received at the hands of their father. A head slap when they were late coming home from school, a mangled wrist when they broke a glass, a punch to the gut just because. But brother or not, Jeremy had no right to smear her.
“So you did check in on her,” Kane said as he fought to calm his breath and unclenched his trembling fists. Had to be a simple misunderstanding. Jeremy blamed her for Kane’s sentence and never got that she was desperate. Kane had to save her; there was no other choice. In time, he would let the past go.
They all would.
“Jem?”
Jeremy nodded and wrapped his hands around the wheel.
“I keep my promises,” Jeremy said. “So yeah. I’ve been looking in…”
He sighed heavily before looking at his brother.
“You really want the truth, Kane?”
He wanted Angeline more, but he’d take word of her, even Jeremy’s, if it meant that she was alright.
“I want to know everything,” Kane said. “Five years… Christ.”
It suddenly felt like way too long. Too much time without her, without knowing where she was and what she was doing. Kane wanted to be the one keeping tabs on her. Dealing her drugs made her safe, but Kane needed her with him to be sure. A knot formed in his throat at the thought that he had made the wrong call.
“Let’s take a walk,” Jeremy muttered.
He exited the car, and Kane followed. Jeremy’s shoulder slumped as he walked like a man who had just done the hardest time.
Like he knows the first thing…
“Jem, just tell me. Whatever it is, man, you have to have it wrong.” Kane said. “Angeline… my Angel is true.”
Laughing, Jeremy stopped where he stood, shaking his head.
“Sometimes I don’t get you, Kane.”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
Jeremy shrank under his brother’s gaze.
“I… I don’t know,” Jeremy said. “Just that… well…”
Kane waited as Jeremy lifted his eyes. Long ago were the days when Kane had placed himself between Jeremy and their father’s fists. Jeremy would scream for it stop, but Kane took it all on. And there was gratitude in his brother’s eyes. Respect.
Now there was only pity.
“Tough guy, right?” Jeremy said. “Ruling the whole world just beyond the Golden Gate. No one’s going to take you down.”
Both boys made choices. Their mother used to say that Kane turned to the dark while Jeremy reached for the light. She would never ask her oldest son, the outlaw biker, back to her table. But the CPA was fine.
She’d have been better off if she’d given Kane another look.
“Damn straight,” Kane said. “The guys know I’m coming back.”
“Even Noel,” Jeremy asked as he narrowed his eyes.
Kane groaned.
“Like you know the first fucking thing.”
And he didn’t.
Noel White was as standup as they came. Kane remembered the break, the time when he finally ran and never looked back. Night after night, he scrounged for scraps in dumpsters. Picking though band aids and coffee grounds, Kane tried hard not to puke when he nibbled on hard bagels or a moldy piece of cheese. But it didn’t kill him; it made him stronger.
And that’s how Noel had found him.
***
“Hey, Kid. You like that shit?”
Noel White first appeared with a smirk. Wiping the dirt from his mou
th as he swallowed around a rancid hamburger, Kane stepped towards him, drawn to the bike, intrigued by the scar etched across his cold face.