Page 13 of Blade
Ah crap.
“So much for it hopefully not spilling into the diner,” I mumble as four very large, full of muscle men stroll in with scowls and Dark Angels cuts and I can’t help but notice how they demand attention without even trying and how extremely good looking they all are.
Damn, the aura they’re currently giving off makes the Furies look like weak mice.
I haven’t seen the Dark Angels up close before. They live in Rose Meadow, the Furies are twenty minutes away in Classic Valley and since the truce many years ago, both clubs have stuck to their own territories, only passing through after gaining permission from the other club. My college is literally in the middle of both clubs, on neutral ground.
My brother’s words echo in my head. He says there is trouble between the clubs, and he doesn’t know why, I bite my bottom lip. I’m not equipped to take on four large men that are at least double my size in height and quadruple my size in muscle, but Ialso don’t want to call Axe because then that would mean Brock returning as well.
I sigh and open my mouth to demand they keep the peace or get out because this is a family diner and there are kids in here but my words lodge in my throat as I lock eyes on the last man walking in.
Oh my…
He’s a man made of sin and not once in my twenty years have I ever looked at a man and wanted to melt on sight. Never has my libido ever woken up from the deep slumber Brock has made it stay in and never have I felt my heart race the way it is just at the sight of a man.
Standing at least over six feet tall, wearing biker boots, jeans that shape his muscular legs and a black t shirt that hugs his broad chest, my mouth waters.
I take him in before I notice his patch and suddenly my mouth is dry and fear shoves through me.
He’s the president…crap.
Swallowing hard, I move my eyes to his and my stomach tightens as they lock me in. Intense deep blue eyes, darker than the ocean and so deep I feel like I can’t look away and electricity running all over me, tiny bolts shocking me to my core.
He slowly licks his bottom lip before running a tatted hand through his black hair. It reaches his shoulders, wavy and instantly I want to smack his hand away so I can run my fingers through it instead and a new type of fear fills me.
Oh, double crap.
Brock’s glare pops in my mind and I look away from the stranger, feeling my heart race and I say to Michelle who has come back from her break and is frozen beside me quietly, “Can you take this table?”
The woman nods so fast, she nearly gives herself whiplash and rushes over to them after picking up menus while unzippingher uniform dress to show off some cleavage and I swallow the jealousy that fills me.
I look one more time and lock eyes with the President again but I quickly look away at the intensity in them and grab the refills like I originally planned, demanding my body to listen.
As beautiful as that man is in a rugged way, not only is he way out of my league and that he’s also part of a rival club, the president no less but I’m broken, tainted.
I’m someone else’s property, I always have been even if I never wanted to be. Growing up not once did I think of Brock in that sense, if anything, he gave me the creeps and now, he’s making sure I know that I belong to him meaning even if I was attracted to a man for the first time, nothing will come of it.
I’m dirty and honestly, I’m just tired of life now.
I just want to die.
Chapter 5
Blade
“You’re sure this is one of their properties?” I confirm with Venom as we sit astride our bikes, looking over the light blue and white diner with flowers planted along the wall that is swimming with people coming and going.
Big Mackenzie’s Grub is the best diner on this side of Classic Valley. It's a diner we’re going to shut down, hitting the Furies where it hurts most.
Venom and Viper have been watching the Furies brother’s for the past three weeks and they’ve been aware of every move they make. They’ve followed each brother and prospect with cameras, while Venom has hacked into their business accounts, and managed to hack into some of their phones, giving us intel on their runs.
After two runs, we’ve now intercepted and destroyed their stash after tying up the brothers that accompanied the van that they used for their gear, not willing to kill them.
Unlike the Furies, we have some fucking morals.
The prospects that were involved in killing Macky are all dead, and that was enough for the club. An eye for an eye and all that.
After finding them within hours of watching the CCTV footage, we spent three hours torturing them, and not one of them could explain why they had to burn down our warehouse, why they had to kill Macky.
