Prologue
Venom – Age Nineteen
I slowly lick my bottom lip as I watch Angel drop down on the pole while opening her legs, her shaved pussy dripping with need coming into view, and my cock twitches, wanting to come out to play.
I don’t listen to it, though. Instead, I stay leaned back in my chair, a beer dangling from my fingers and watch the show before me with a smirk, knowing she’s getting pissed because I’m not falling at her feet like most men surrounding the room are, her furrowed brow proof of that, frustration radiating from her.
Fuck she’s nearly slipped three times, which is just fucking hilarious.
Music blares, customers cheer, and half-naked women walk around holding trays full of drinks while five girls dance on the separate silver and black stages, Angel being one of them, and despite the several men vying for her attention, she’s focused on me like always.
I know what she wants, and she may get it as soon as she’s finished her set, but not before. She knows this, yet she’ll try to push for more beforehand, like always which in hindsight puts me off.
Maybe I need to knock her down a peg or two and fuck someone else for a while. Angel seems to think she owns me and tries to push her luck quite a bit, especially with other brothers, bringing up the fact that she’s my main squeeze.
Many times she’s tried to get the main stage using my name to get what she wants, and many fucking times I’ve had my day interrupted, only pissing me off further. I think it’s time she understood no woman owns me, especially not a patch chaser looking for a free meal ticket.
Angel has worked at Dark Angel’s Girls for as long as I can remember, making her a veteran at the club that many brothers have fucked. She’s also the woman who took my virginity when I was fourteen, something not many are aware of.
If my mama found out, she’d kill her, then me.
I watch as Angel's dark brown eyes zone in on my cut, and I take a sip of my beer as I tilt my head and eye her back, watching as want, need, and possession radiate off her.
This cut, the leather that hugs my shoulders, is the reason why she tried grooming me at fourteen, but tough shit for her, it didn’t work. I get my rocks off whenever I want, and she’ll whine because I haven’t fallen for her games when I throw money at her feet and walk away, like I have done since I was fourteen.
I wanted to fuck, and she was easy pickings when the clubwhores never interested me, especially knowing my father has fucked them, men I see as uncles.
Angel runs two fingers through her pussy, spreading it as she does to try and entice me and yeah my dick twitches but again, I don’t move.
For as long as I’ve known her, I knew she was using me, grooming me. I may have been new to fucking, but I knew a patch chaser when I see one. That is the life of a brother, one I was brought up to understand the difference because becoming one was my destiny, one I don’t take for granted, one I refuse to disappoint in.
Growing up in the Dark Angel’s MC, I always knew I’d become a brother, to follow in my father’s footsteps but what I didn’t see coming, was being announced at the age of ten that I’ll be taking over from my uncle, Cannon, as an officer of the club. Which is precisely when Angel took a shine in me because before then, no one knew I was going to gain that role, a role my father never got to become, not wanting it, preferring to be more active in mine and my sisters life.
Apparently my mom was pissed when he declined an officer role and had been stuck up for a while after pissing dad off to the point he lowered the amount of money he transferred in her account for her spending habits and I’ll have to admit, there are times I’ll sit back and wonder if my mama was a patch chaser playing the long game with dad but then I’ll squash it because I know dad has fucked a few clubwhores. I realize she’s lashing out using his money as revenge because she loves him too much to leave him like some old ladies have done in the past.
My phone vibrates as Angel swings on the pole, then twists into an upside-down split, which makes the men cheer, and I get my phone out instead of enjoying the show along with everyone else.
Can’t risk it being club business or my uncle, with whom I have spent most of my time for the past nine years with so I don’t fuck up taking over from him as Road Captain.
The men cheer louder, but I don’t look up as I read the text from Psycho, the club's soon-to-be VP, and a close friend.
Psycho:
Heads up, Ivy’s off to see Raya after Glock banned her from leaving the clubhouse. She muttered something about it being her birthday and not wanting to let her friend down.
Mother fucker!
I quickly message back as anger courses through me.
Me:
So yet again she’s ignoring Dad's warnings! Fuck, the sooner she ditches her, the fucking better!
I press send and take a deep breath.
Psycho and my sister have been best friends for years, despite him being four years her senior. He always puts her first and watches her like a hawk, which I am happy about, fuck, I can even see him claiming her when she’s of age, though he’d deny it, but Raya…
My jaw ticks, and the show before me, Angel, trying her hardest to get my attention, is gone. My sole focus is now the little bitch who keeps encouraging my sister to go against Dad’s orders, all because she can get away with it herself.
