Prez: A Wings of Diablo MC Novel

by Rae B. Lake

  I looked to his face to see if he had anything to say but he was patiently waiting for me to continue. “Anyway, when I met him I was trying to find a way to get Vida into modeling, she had the dream but not the drive. I was her drive. When we got here it was good at first. He got her a few commercial gigs and promised us that it would just take a little longer. Vida knew something was off but I didn’t want to believe her. That was until he started to leave us with the rest of his crew more and more and when I started to see the girls coming in one by one then by the dozens I knew she was right. He forced that shit into my sisters vein’s claiming that it would calm her down and then he started locking me in the room away from my sister. Finally he decided to auction off her virginity saying if she really wanted to make it in life she would need to sacrifice; I knew it was too late. I had given up my life and my sisters life for a monster. Turns out he was the leader of some huge sex trafficking ring with ties in all the wrong places, gangs, the mob and corrupt cops. He had a soft spot for me but once I started to speak up and go against his plans he dumped Vida and I with the rest of the slaves and the people he and his bastard crew stole from their homes.

  We have been through so much, Vida more than me, and Angel has seen more than anyone her age should see.” I shook my head and used the back of my hand to wipe the tears from my cheeks.

  “Where did you meet Angel, where are her parents?”

  “Dead, her father tried to get her and her mother away from Alejandro, but he never got close. The bastard made him watch while Angel’s mother had her throat cut and then he killed Angel’s father, all the while the little girl watched. She was still so young that she doesn’t really remember what happened. We all do though, and I have practically adopted her since then.” I looked over to Alex to see he was giving me the strangest look. Suspicious, almost.

  “What?” I asked.

  “What did you say his name was?”

  “Who? Angel’s father?”

  “No, the man who brought you over here from Canada.”

  “Oh, Alejandro.”

  I could see his chest beginning to rise higher and higher, he was getting upset and I didn’t know why. I wanted to put him at ease, I wanted to help him relax, I wanted to see that beautiful smile.

  “Don’t look at me like that.”

  I blinked a few times and focused on him, ‘What are you talking about? Look at you like what?”

  “Like you want to fuck, I have seen that look more than once. From more than a few women. I guarantee that isn’t what you want. You don’t want someone like me. You are just vulnerable and shit right now.”

  I looked away, I couldn’t believe that he had just said that to me. Not like he was wrong. It had been a long time since I was this turned on by a man, in fact the last time I was I found myself in the middle of a human trafficking ring. He was right though, this was not the time for me to focus on the fact that Alex was probably one of the most gorgeous people I had ever seen in my life. He was tall and his body wasn’t in the best of condition from what looked like a bit of malnourishment, but I was sure that once he started to eat on a regular basis again he was going to be rock solid. His hair was dark and he sported a scruffy beard that I just wanted to rub against my bare cheek. But the one part of the man that caught me off guard and stole every molecule of breath that I had was his eyes. For sure I could see the evil and anger buried deep in there but more than that I could see the guilt. His eyes were spellbinding and as much as I tried to focus on just the girls and getting out of the mess we were in, I would be lying if I said I wasn’t very much interested in what he was hiding.

  “Don’t be silly Alex, I was just trying to figure out why you looked so confused. Or angry. Or is it confused and angry?” I smiled a little but he didn’t return my smile, he just nailed me to the couch with those eyes.

  “I am trying to figure out if my luck is just that fucking bad.”

  “Excuse me?”

  He let out a deep sigh and turned away from me, “What was Alejandro’s last name, do you know?”

  “Yeah of course, but what does that have to do with anything?”

  “God dammit, just tell me, what it was!” He turned, his eyes bloodshot red and the veins were popping out of his neck.

  Vida popped her head of the room once she heard Alex screaming, “Em, everything ok?” I turned to her quickly, “Yeah, Alex is ok, just a bit upset right now.”

  Alex turned her way and saw that not only was she out of the room but so was Angel, the anger in his face lessened instantly.

  “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Just, can you tell me his last name please?” he focused his attention back to me.

  “Vilanuevas, his name is Alejandro Vilanuevas.”

  Chapter 10- Alex’s POV

  I closed my eyes and just walked away. That man had already destroyed my life. Alejandro Vilanuevas was my own personal Satan. He broke me down to nothing and laughed while he did it. Now the only people who have been able to reach me in months are also on his list to destroy and I know that there is nothing that I can do to save them. I don’t know what the fuck I must have done in a past life to deserve this shit but I wasn’t going to deal with it.

  “Hey, hey, what is the problem? Why are you crying?” Mikki grabbed my arm and tried to pull me back.

  I raised my hands and sure enough, I was crying again.

  What in the actual fuck?

  I tried to turn my head so she wouldn’t see me acting like a little bitch but she wasn’t having that. She grabbed my head and forced me to look at her.

  “Just because you cry doesn’t mean you are less of a man, it just means you are human and you feel. Tell me, show me, scream at me but don’t shut me out. Let me be here for you.” She swiped a few tears away but didn’t move.

  “That man destroyed my life.” I croaked out.

  “How do you mean? You know him?” Mikki pulled me back to the couch and we sat.

  “Oh… Yeah, I know that fuck.”

  “How, did you work for him or something?” She asked her voice getting smaller and smaller.

  “What the shit? No, he wanted us to work for him but I wasn’t letting that shit happen. Not under my fucking watch.” I sat back and got ready to tell her the whole story. I was sure she wouldn’t want anything to do with me afterwards, but I had to let her know who she was trusting. “I was the president of a motorcycle club, they were actually stationed on the other side of town. Wings of Diablo. We were a small club but we were what the town needed and accepted. Sure we did the occasional underhanded deal but for the most part we stayed on the straight and narrow. No drug use, no raping and killing only when we had to.” I took a chance and glanced at Mikki, I expected her to be turned off by the fact that we did any killing at all. She didn’t move.

  “No one tested us, and if they did we made sure they were put out of commission. We never lost. We were feared, we were respected, we were like fucking gods. Then Vilanuevas showed up and strong armed one of our enemy clubs into working for him. When that didn’t work out, he tried to get us to do his bidding. I fought with everything that I had. I did shit my way and it was the wrong way. I got so many people killed and even after figuring out that it was my club, my brothers, who were paying the price, I didn’t stop. I was crazed with the fact that anyone would question me, that anyone would try and bully me. I was ready to lose everything in order to beat that piece of shit, or at least I thought I was.” My chest was tightening up as I began to see the moment my life ended play behind my eyelids. The same memory that haunted me day after day. “He was going to kill me, I could hear my club calling for me. Clean trying to get to me even after I stripped him. My VP upstairs in a coma while the building burned down around him. The Club bunnies all trying to get out, and me on my knees in front of that bastard with his gun to my head.” The tears were flowing like I had never let them before. “She should have left me, I should have told her to go, she was always trying to protect me.” I sob
bed hard and my head fell to Mikki’s shoulder.

  “Laura?” She said quietly.

  “Oh god, my Laura. She was trying to get to me. My wife ran through gunshots, fire and dead bodies to get to me. He shot her down like an animal right in front of me. I couldn’t stop him, I didn’t protect her, I didn’t protect any of them.” I let the tears flow, every ounce of pain that I had been desperate to mask with pills or booze flooded all of who I was. My world was in a shambles and it was my fault. I would never get her back, I would never have Wire there to guide me, my home burned down to the ground, I had nothing and it was my fault.

  I don’t know how long I cried, but I know that when I took a second to breathe I could feel that Mikki was crying too. I grabbed her tighter and the both of us just cried on that couch for everything that we lost, everything that we tried to do and failed. We cried until sweet sleep stole us both.

  “Mmm, what are you doing to me?”

  I grabbed onto Laura and could feel her plump ass, she still had her jeans on. Those shits needed to come off, immediately. Usually I was the one who made her wait, but my cock was already hard as rock and ready to slide into her sweet honey pot. It felt like it had been years since she clenched that juicy pussy on me.

  I pushed her hair out of the way and attacked her neck. She groaned and let her head fall to the opposite side, letting me have all the access I wanted. I licked up her neck, ever so often nipping at her soft skin until I found her lips. I kissed her hard and she rocked her core against me. She was teasing me, she knew better. She knew that I liked to fuck fast and hard, teasing me only intensified my need.

  “Fuck, take this shit off.” I grabbed at her shirt and tore it off. I didn’t care if she liked that one, didn’t care where we were. I wanted to feel her on me now.

  She let out a gasp but didn’t stop grinding on me and kissing me, she was just as inpatient as I. Her kisses getting sloppier and the groans coming from her mouth letting me know that she was close.

  I tried to get some leverage and open the button on her jeans but the way that she was laying on top of me I couldn’t get my hand at the right angle.

  “Laura, lift up. Take off the fucking pants.”

  She stilled.

  “Laura, for fucks sake, enough with the god damn teasing. I want to fuck...now.” I grabbed the back of her head and pulled her neck back down to my mouth.

  “Alex, stop. Alex open your eyes.”

  What the fuck, why does she sound like that?

  I sucked on her skin hard, I loved to give hickeys and my Laura always melted every time I did even if she reprimanded me afterwards.

  “Alex!” she tried to push me off, “Alex, I’m not Laura.”

  It felt like someone threw a bucket of ice cold water on me. My eyes popped open and my eyesight took an annoying three seconds to adjust to the darkness around me. When it did, I could see that it wasn’t Laura I was trying to fuck it was Mikki. I pushed her off me, hard enough that she bounced on the floor.

  “What the fuck! What the fuck are you doing!” I screamed.

  Mikki popped up and covered her bare chest with the pieces of her ripped her shirt. “What the fuck, what do you mean what the fuck am I doing? You were the one who started this shit!”

  “I have no fucking clue what you are talking about. I’m not a cheat, I would never cheat on Laura.” My soul shattered again, I hoped she didn’t see it.

  “God damn it Alex! Laura is dead. I am so sorry, so so sorry. I will never be Laura, but she is dead. You can’t cheat on a dead woman!” Mikki screamed at my back.

  The anger roared inside of me and before I knew what I was doing I was turned around and my fingers were around Mikki’s neck. “Don’t you ever! Don’t talk about her!” I pounded my free fist against my chest. “Is this what you want to see? You can’t fix me. I’m broken. You don’t want this! I’m not what you want!” Strings of saliva fell out of my mouth as I screamed at her, sweat beaded on my brow and my breath was coming erratically.

  Instead of fighting back, Mikki grabbed my free hand and placed it on her chest. I could feel her heart hammering against her chest. Fear. My other hand let go of her neck instantly, I didn’t want her to fear me.

  I looked down to her face. The way her hair flowed beautifully around her shoulders and arms, the trust in her gorgeous big eyes, her big pouty lips. This woman standing in front of me wasn’t my Laura but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t feeling things that I thought I would never feel again. She didn’t deserve someone like me. Mikayla deserved a king not a has been.

  I calmed my voice and slowly raised my hands to her face, she didn’t flinch at all. “Mikki, don’t do this. I’m damaged goods. Crumbled down to the fucking ground. I’ll never be the same again.”

  She pulled back and looked in my eyes. “I don’t want what you used to be. I see you Alex, I see all your jagged broken pieces and you’re still a masterpiece.”

  She reached up slowly and kissed me gently on my lips. Just a small peck. It was enough to burn through every nerve ending I had. She was warm, I closed my eyes and it felt like I was being bathed in sunlight.

  Chapter 11

  “You snore loud.”

  A big head of curls huddled in my vision as little fingers squeezed my nostrils shut. I shook my head and looked at Angel who was apparently trying to get me to stop snoring.

  “What are you doing awake? You should be sleeping?” I sat up slightly but before I could I realized that Mikki was somehow tucked into my side on the couch. I don’t even know how or when we laid down but that was some of the best sleep that I had in the past few months.

  “Ugh, we’ve been sleep forever, time to get up!” The little girl popped up and twirled in place. She meant something completely different by what she had said but she was right.

  I was sleeping for the past few months, I was the only person in my own personal pity party. It was time for me to wake up. I didn’t know what I could do to protect these girls but I knew that I would die trying.

  I got down from the couch and sat on the floor, I could feel the bass from the music in full swing downstairs. I looked around for a clock and sure enough I could see that it was two in the morning. We had slept the entire day away.

  “You know how to play tic tac toe?” The little girl asked.

  “Yes, if I play a few games with you will you try to go back to sleep?”

  She hung her head to the side and tapped her chin dramatically, “Thirty games.”

  “What, no way. Five games.” I said a small smile on my lips.

  “Twenty!”

  “Ten, that’s my final offer.” I said and put my hand out.

  She huffed and grabbed my hand to shake, “Fine, there is no way I’m going to be sleepy after only ten games.” She ran off and quickly gathered some paper and pencils, “You can’t just let me win either, you really have to try, and a tie don’t count as a game.”

  “You got it kid.” I got comfortable, I was sure that these were about to be the longest ten games of tic tac toe that I have ever played in my life.

  The girl was a wiz, we had played over twenty games already, fifteen of them were ties so those didn’t count. Out of the five that there was a winner she was victorious three out of five times. I was getting beat, in tic tac toe, by a six year old. I couldn’t believe it.

  “Ha! How did you not see that!” she put her x in the last box she needed to get her three in a row.

  I felt the screams before I could hear them clearly. People were screaming downstairs. The music was off, I could feel the vibrations of people running and screaming.

  “Mikki!” Vida ran out of the room, she must have felt it too.

  Mikki popped up from the couch and Angel ran over to her and climbed into her arms. I stood up and began to walk over to the door.

  “No, what are you doing, you can’t leave us.” Mikki was behind me now and was trying to pull me back.

  I turned to reassure her, “I’m not
leaving you girls. I just need to see what is going on down there. Devin is a friend, I have to help him out if I can.”

  She let go of my arm and reached to her side and pulled a knife out. I looked at it as she handed it to me. It was a thick weapon, the handle was heavy, you could do real damage with something like this. I should know. It was the same one that she used to stab me the first time we ran into each other.

  I nodded once, kissed her forehead and walked out of the door.

  I hid the blade against my forearm and walked to the top of the stairs, the way the layout of the place was I would be able to see the bar before I made it all the way down.

  It was worse than I imagined.

  There were two people down there. One of them had Devin against the bar, a gun flush to his head. The other was just looking on. Both of them had their backs to me but my gun was still in my old apartment. Talk about bringing a knife to a gun fight.

  I knew that Devin had a gun behind the bar, if I took out the guy holding the weapon to his head, I hoped he would know to jump over and get the gun behind the bar and shoot the other one. I had to trust he would have my back.

  I walked all the way down the stairs and I could see Devin was in a fucked up spot. He saw me creeping behind them but he never showed his relief.

  “I told you before, I give what I have, I’m just a small fucking bar. I can’t pay that much.”

  “Such a shame, Es una problema. That is the charge, if you don’t have, you have to pay a different way. Con su vida!” The man pulled back the hammer on his gun.

  I had to act now! I took two large steps and pulled the man’s extended hand up and away from Devin’s head while I used the other hand to slip the large knife into the side of his neck. The mere force of me stabbing the man caused a spray of blood to coat the man to the side of us face, he was stunned. Long enough for Devin to reach over and grab his gun and pump a shotgun round to the man’s chest.

  It seemed like forever, but both of the men were dead in their own blood within seconds of me stumbling onto the scene.