The Sons of Grimm cross my thoughts, and I need to know if they found out anything on them. I wait until the shouts and pounding die down before getting my answer. “What about the Grimm’s?”
“Ah, glad you asked brother,” Diesel smiles. “From what I can gather, they have high tailed it out of Redding. For how long though I don’t know.” At least we get a break from those assholes for the time being. I need to find Angie, but the first thing is this piece of shit, Juan.
“Alright, brothers. Time to drink to our success tonight.” Brick bangs the gavel on the table as everyone floods out of the chapel. Ivan is waiting for me when I leave the room.
“What all do you know about Juan?” He asked as we make our way to the basement.
“Enough to know the fucker needs to pay.” Ivan raises a red brow and smirks.
“Angie told you then?” His voice turns hard as he clenches his fist.
“Yeah.”
I hated that my girl had to go through that shit, and alone to top it off. Walking down the steps to where our prisoner awaits his final judgment, the air is cold and dank. The jingle of chains perks up my senses, as we round the corner, the asshole is strung up, a blindfold on his face and a ball gag in his mouth. Shaking my head, I can’t keep the smile off my face thinking of the sadistic asshole I call brother. Jag sitting in the corner, puffing on a cigarette watching us as we come into view.
“About time you, assholes get down here,” Jag smirks as he puts his cigarette out. “Got ‘em gift wrapped for you two.” Jag’s smile gives me chills. “Just curious, what is his sin?” Jag looks at Ivan.
“He raped my sister. Death is too good for him. He needs to suffer.” Jag nods his head with a grim expression on his face. He turns away and pulls out a cart of different utensils. I wish that Juan wasn’t blindfolded so he could witness what Jag had lined out for his ass. “That is what I figured, so I made a special trip for him.” Jag holds up a huge black dildo. Ivan looks at me with wide eyes, all I can do is shrug. I am kind of used to his antics. The man knows torture like no one else.
I rip off the blindfold that Juan was wearing. He whimpers when he sees me and screams when he sees Jag and Ivan. “Yeah, I would be scared too. You’re in the devil’s playground now, asshole.”
“No, please. Please, I didn’t mean to shoot at the red-headed bitch.” Ivan throws a punch and connects with Juan’s face with a sickening crunch. Blood spills from Juan’s nose.
“Drop his pants, Tank.” With a smile, I pull the asshole's pants down. Behind him, Jag has the dildo on a metal pole that is seen in porn.
“Please, please. Don’t kill me,” Juan’s eyes are wide and pleading.
“What did you tell my woman when she screamed, no? Did you listen to her? What about when she fought you? did you stop?” Punching him in the stomach, Juan dry heaved and then screamed a tortured scream. I already knew what happened and cringed inwardly at the thought of something going there.
“Did you stop when you found out my sister was a virgin?” Ivan spit in his face. Juan’s face is red and twisted in pain as Jag works him. Ivan grabs a Bowie knife from the tray and pulls on his junk, and with one swipe, gone is his penis and balls. Ivan holds it in front of his face. “See this asshole, ye are no longer a man. Ye will die with no manhood.” I couldn’t watch anymore as Ivan shoved Juan’s junk in his mouth. “Choke on it, asshole.” I could hear the choking sounds coming from behind me.
“Ye get the honor, brother.” I turned around to see Ivan holding the knife to Juan’s throat. I nodded and took the bowie knife, with one swipe all of his lifeforce drained from Juan in the basement of our clubhouse.
After getting cleaned up, Ivan. Jag and I made our way to the bar and shared a beer together. “Tell me, Ivan, how did you know?”
“Ah, ye see, she called me. I had to listen to it happen as I searched for her.” His green eyes were cold and troubled as he talked about what he heard. “Ye, see. I failed me, sister. That is why I left.” His head in his hands as he relived that day. I felt for him I did. If I had to listen to something like that happening to my sister, I would feel the same way.
“Brother, I don’t think she saw it that way. She wanted a night of freedom. She blames herself for running off that night.”
“Hell, it wasn’t your fault Ivan or Angie’s. It was that bastard’s fault down there. He should have never gone after her.” Jag threw in as he got up from the table and left.
“What does my sister mean to you?” Ivan asked as he held my gaze.
“Brother, all I can say is that I love everything about Angie. The woman is amazing, beautiful, smart, brave, and passionate about what she loves.” I know I have a goofy smile on my face, but I can’t help it. Being with her, there will never be another woman that can fill her shoes. That woman might be the death of me one day, but I wouldn’t take anyone else.
“Good. I am glad that Angie had someone in her corner. She has been lonely for a long time. Always alone, no friends, no boyfriends. She needs someone like you.” He slaps me on the back as I get up from the table.
“Thanks, man.” Making my way up the stairs, its time for me to go get my woman and show her how I feel. Getting to my room, I smile, thinking about her in my bed. Opening the door, I frown when I see that it is empty. Walking further in, I check the bathroom to find it empty. Her bags are gone, too. I go to turn, but the piece of folded paper stops me.
Fuck.
Fuck.
No.
No.
Opening it, my heart stops beating as I read what it says.
Hale,
I want you to know first that I love you. I don’t know how you did it, but you got to me. Baby, I need you to understand that I am leaving to keep you and your family safe. When you told me about your past, there was no way I could stay and jeopardize what you found. Before you start yelling and stomping around the clubhouse and get Diesel to try to search for me. I need you to understand that no matter where I am, where I go, I will be safe, and I will always love you. You gave me some of the best memories that will keep me going until the day I die. I left my heart with you, Hale.
Love always,
Angela O’Malley
There was no way she couldn’t just up and leave like this. Did she really think I wouldn’t try and find her, especially after she tells me she loves me? Fuck that. “Fuck!” I roared and stomped to the door. Yanking kit open, I yelled, “Diesel.” Running down to his room and pulling the door open.
“Tank, calm down.” He tried to soothe me. I take a step towards him, and he puts his hands out in a placating manner.
“Don’t tell me to calm the fuck the down.” I spit at him. “Find her,” I yell at him, pointing to the computer. Shaking his head, Diesel sits down in his chair.
“If I could, I would.” My head snaps back like he punched me. Grabbing his shirt, I lift him out of his chair.
“The fuck is that suppose to mean?” I yell in his face.
“I have a virus.” He yells back at me.
“I don’t care if you're sick, find my woman,” I yell back.
“No, you fucking idiot, my software has a virus. She put a fucking virus in my shit.” I don’t believe him for a second. Diesel has his shit locked down tighter than Fort Knox. Angie may be the spawn of Evan O’Malley, but I can't see her knowing her way around computers.
“Tank,” I hear someone yell my name. I turn to see Korey storming into the room. Diesel puts his hands in the air again when I turn back to him. He shakes his head. Blowing out a breath, I let him go and turn to Korey.
“Come on, I need to talk to you.” Hanging my head, I follow her out of Diesel’s room and back down the stairs to the common area. She took a piece of me with her. I knew she was thinking of running, but now that the danger is over, why would she just up and leave? It didn’t make any damned sense.
“Tank.” Snapping my head up, I see Evan and Margot in front of me. I look to Korey, confused as to why they are s
till here. I figured they would have left with Angie. Oh no, she is out there alone. My anger comes back, I need to find my woman and bring her back willing or otherwise. “Sit down, son.” Evan points to the chair in front of me. Reluctantly I pull the chair out and sit down. “Ye, love my daughter?” Snapping my head up, I nod. “Good, what I am about to suggest is going to make you mad.” Narrowing my eyes at him, I already don’t like what he is going to say.
Sighing and shaking his head with a smile. I have never wanted to hit someone so damned hard. This shit is not funny, my woman ran off on me, and he thinks that this is funny. “My daughter is so much like me.” He lets off a little laugh and takes his wife’s hands in his. “I did the same thing before Angela was born.”
“What?” I look from him to his wife.
“The fool thought he could live without me.” Margot chuckles as her sad green eyes land on me. “Our daughter believes that she can do the same. She believes that she is putting all of this in peril.” She motions to the whole clubhouse.
“Why in the hell would she think that?” I never told her that I was worried about any danger. I’m the SAA of my club; it is my job to make sure that all risk is taken down. I am the protector of this club and its families.
Evan leans forward on the table. “Try and see it through her eyes, at every turn, she has been targeted because of me. When I am gone, who will they target?” He waits for me to put two and two together. Fuck, she thinks that they will come after the club and me. Scrubbing my hands over my face.
“Damnit, Angie. Why the hell didn’t she tell me.” I say to the ceiling.
“Pride and love.” Her mother answers. Looking at her, I can tell she is sincere.
“How in the hell does love have anything to do with her running off?” I can hear the sarcasm bleeding in my words.
“Everything,” Evan tells me with a sad look in his eyes. “Son, when everything hit the fan when I was younger, I too ran from my love. I would rather live without Margot, knowing that she was alive and safe than live, knowing that I killed her. Ye see, Tank, Angie believes the same. Trust me, she won’t make it a week before she is back.” I get that he is her father, but he obviously doesn’t realize how damn stubborn his daughter really is. Once she has it in her head, that’s it.
I let off a sardonic laugh. “No disrespect Evan, but Angie will not be coming back. She is just too damn stubborn.” Margot surprises me with her laughter.
“Your right, Tank. My daughter is too damned stubborn for her own good. Do this for me, give her three days of suffering before you go after her.”
“What? You want her to suffer?” All I had ever seen from Margot was sweetness, the woman just oozed love into everyone and everything she touched. I never pegged her for a bitter bone in her body.
“Margot, my love.” Evan starts, but his wife cuts him off.
“No, Evan. I love Angela. But what she is doing is plain stupid. That girl needs a little suffering.” She turns back to me. “Do you accept these terms?” I nod my head as she slips a piece of paper to me. “In three days, go to this address and bring my baby back. Trust me, Evan only made it two days before he dragged his ass back to me where he belonged.” Evan’s eyes shined with love for his wife.
“My love, you little minx.” He nipped her ear. Taking the slip of paper and pocketing it in my cut, I left the table and made my way back to my room to plan. I would give my woman three days like I agreed on, but after that, she was coming back, even if she was kicking and screaming.
Chapter 26
Angela
The drive to Mount Shasta was uneventful and full of tears on I-5. All I wanted to do was curl up on myself and scream and cry. It seemed the further I drove from Redding, the more I hurt. Why the hell does love have to bite so damned much? The radio pissed me off. It seemed every station had a love song playing. I was so close to pulling the radio out and throwing it out the window.
What was wrong with me? I was doing this to keep those I cared about safe from any blowback that might find me. I needed to do this. I had to do this. So why did it hurt so damned much to do the right thing? My stomach rolled, threatening to empty what was left of my dinner. This use to be a ride of good memories when we would come out to the mountain to get away from the city. But now, this ride was miserable and full of anguish.
Listening to the GPS robotic voice tell me what turns to take, because I was in no way capable of making the right turns. I took the left corner like she said and drove on autopilot. I didn’t take in any of the scenery, that on any other day, would have had me catching my breath. Tonight… Tonight all I could see was Hale’s beautiful smile and hear his deep voice calling me back to him.
Finally seeing the cabin in the headlights, putting the car in park, I hit my head on the steering wheel, I yelled out inside the vehicle. “Why?” Why couldn’t I just have happiness? What did I do to get dealt this shitty hand of life? Pulling myself out of the car, I dragged my ass to the porch and rummaged around the welcome mat, looking for the key. How normal it seems to have a hiding spot for the key under the rug. I guess even a mob boss needed a sense of normalcy in his life.
Opening the door and disarming the alarm, I slumped down against the door as the tears fell on their own. A sob came out of my throat and racked my body with my cries. The memories of Hale’s blue eyes hit me, and I cried harder, his laugh and stomping feet made me curl up on myself as I cried with no end in sight.
The sun streaming through the windows woke me up. Pushing up from the floor where I fell asleep in front of the door. My body ached all over as I made my way to the couch. My phone dinged and vibrated in my back pocket. Pulling it out, I tried to keep my emotions in check.
Tank: I got your note, Woman don’t think I am not going to find your ass.
Tank: You think you can tell me you love me and walk away. Woman, you own me.
Tank: I gave you my heart.
Tank: Please answer me.
Tank: Tell me your safe.
Tank: Please let me know your safe.
Reading the last message brought the tears back. My chest felt numb, and my head hurt from all the tears that I have shed in less than twenty-four hours. Rubbing my temples, I decided to get my bag and take a shower. That was what I needed a shower to wash all of the hurt and memories away, even if it was for a minute. No, I didn’t want to get rid of the memories. Hale was it for me, there would never be another man that could compare to him.
While I was in a shower that Hale and I never shared, the memories came hard and fast. “Woman, get in this shower.” Tank demanded as soon as we got done fucking when we got to my house.
Crossing my arms over my bare chest, there was no way I was going to be told what to do. “No.”
“Angie, get in the damned shower.” Tank stomped over to where I was standing. Challenge in his eyes. All he had to do was ask, not tell me. A simple ‘Angie, take a shower with me.’ but no, not Tank. He was used to telling people what to do. I was not a damned club whore, nor was I a prospect. I thought he got the message when he told me what to wear to the clubhouse, and I went against him. Of course, the punishment was so worth it.
“Tank, I said no.” Keeping my arms crossed over my chest even though Tank towered over me, I was not giving this up. “Ask me.” Tilting my head so I could look at his face. If I weren’t so pissed, I would laugh. His jaw ticked, his blue eyes were brewing up a storm. The man just didn’t realize how freaking handsome he was. His dark blonde hair bemused from our romp in the sack, his thick eyebrows raised in surprise, that strong jaw and those lush lips, god how I loved what those lips felt like on my body. With every kiss, he made my skin burn like I was on fire. With him standing naked in front of me didn’t help either. His dick already standing at attention. Damn, Tank was always ready; it seemed, and I couldn’t get enough. But, I had no plans of conceding.
Crossing his arms over his chest, the small bathroom was filling up with steam around us. The water rushing
out of the showerhead was the right sound for our standoff. “Angie, please get in the shower with me, so I can fuck your brains out again.”
“See, now was that so damned hard? Yes, Tank, I would love to take a shower and a pounding from you.” I beam up at him.
“Woman, you are infuriating.”
“Oh, please, you love the challenge.” Shaking his head as a smile pulled at his lips that were just all over my body. I shivered, thinking about all the things he could do to my body. Tank backed up and stepped into the shower with me on his heels. As soon as I got in the shower, he pinned me to the wall. “I think the only reason you challenge me is to get your ass spanked.” He whispered in my ear. His breath warmed my neck and sent tendrils of anticipation to my center.
“Maybe I do.” He smiled as he turned me around, planting my hands on the shower tile wall.
“Don’t move your hands.” He commanded. I was about to tell him not to tell me what to do when I felt the swat to my bottom. Immediately my cunt clenched and was dripping with need that only Tank could satisfy. He gave me another hard swat, and I let a small moan slip. I bit down on my lip. “Like that, Angie? Want some more babe?” Tank asked in his husky voice so full of desire that I groaned and nodded my head. Two more smacks were delivered before I was panting. He turned me around and rubbed my bottom lip until I released it from my teeth. Bending down, Tank took my lips as his hands roamed up and down my body, pinching one of my nipples as his other hand moved lower and found my clit. I cried out in his mouth as he worked the already sensitive bundle of nerves in circles. His tongue explored my mouth and tangled with my tongue. I couldn’t focus on one of the pleasures that were going on. My clit being worked, and an orgasm building, or the nipple that was being tortured under his deft fingers. Then there was his tongue giving me filthy promises on what that glorious muscle could do to my pussy. Bucking my hips into his hands, Tank smiled against my lips.
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