Creed: Fallen Angel's MC (3 page)

Creed
4 years later

“Give me another beer.” Yelling down the bar at the pretty little whore with big tits may not have been necessary but I still did it.

The club sent us out on a run that went to hell. A few drinks aren’t going to drown that shit out anytime soon.

“Here you go, Creed. Let me know if you need anything else and I mean anything.” Leaning across the bar so her tits spill from the top of her low cut shirt, she gives me an eye full. God I love these Angel chasers. That’s what we call the whores around here.

“What the fuck is goin’ on, Creed?” Fly, the club VP sits down next to me motioning for his own drink. Shit, this motherfucker is the last person I wanted to deal with today.

“Shit happened Fly. It is what it is.” Tipping my beer up to take a long drink before Fly’s hand knocks the bottle from mine. That officially seals the deal on my bad mood.

I stand up and grab Fly by the back of his neck before my other hand connects with his jaw. I’ve had just about enough shit for one day.

Fists fly and we go into an all-out battle. Fly has never liked me from the day I started prospecting to the day I was patched in. He needs to grow a fucking pair and realize that I’m moving up the ranks and his old ass might lose his spot, that’s what it all comes down to.

“What the fuck?”  Hands land on my shoulders yanking me back when I see the same being done to Fly.

“Fly, take a fuckin’ walk.” Sharp, the club president, growls between his teeth. He doesn’t tolerate fighting in the clubhouse but I don’t tolerate fucking assholes either.

“What the fuck is goin’ on around this motherfucker? Every goddamn second is a fight around here!” Clearly, Sharp is pissed. I guess that makes two of us.

“VP or not, this motherfucker is done messin’ around with me. He wants to square up, I’m fuckin’ game.” Sliding my sunglasses back in place over my eyes, I ignore the stares. I don’t give a fuck about much anymore, not since Jason died. All I am to this club is a fucking killer. A shot man or at least that’s the way I see it.

“Look, Creed. I know you think you’re fuckin’ invincible but fuck man! One day that shit is goin’ to catch up to you.” Sharp tries to lower his voice and talk to me. He knows my past and all about Jason, he knows that’s why I am the way I am today, not that it makes a difference.

“Sharp, I don’t care brother. I have nothin’ to live for besides this club. Pretty sure none of you motherfuckers will miss me either.” Reaching around him, I grab another beer taking a long pull from the bottle.

“Watch your fuckin’ ass will you?”  Nodding my head, I walk towards my room. Fuck all these guys. As much as I think I need them, in reality there is nothing I need. Nothing but her and that is long gone.

Dropping onto my bed, the door cracks open and Jenny, a small little blonde walks in swishing her ass. Fuck, my dick is stirring.

“You need to be alone?” Shaking my head, she walks in. I eye her up and down in those little tiny shorts and half a fucking shirt. That’s what I like about Jenny; she will suck a dick like a pro and not stay long after. She isn’t attached and that’s how I like it.

Jenny drops to her knees in front of me while I light up a joint. I’d rather be high as fuck and not think about those lips that aren’t Jada’s.

“Rough ride?” Jenny’s blue eyes look up at me with a slight concern. Jenny is one of the Angel chasers that are always around here trying to be someone’s old lady. In fucking reality she is nothing more than a common whore.

“Yeah, real fucked up.” Puffing the joint, I watch as Jenny gets to work. Her blonde curls bouncing with each bob of her head. There’s a small pleasure I get when she sucks me off but nothing ever fully satisfies me. Not since that day on the roof so many fucking years ago.

“Fuck girl!” Growling as my hand falls down to her head, I can’t get her to suck me deep enough. I push her head down and force her to take me all the way, well, as much as she can anyways.

“Yeah, like that! Fuckin’ suck it good.”  My balls tighten when I feel her tongue sweeping around. Fuck me, I haven’t felt that good in a while. A few more sucks and that’s it for me.

I fucking come all in her mouth watching her take it all from me.

Jenny finishes pulling my dick out of her mouth while she licks away any come she may have lost before standing.

“You want to fuck me now?” Jenny starts to strip her clothes off but I shake my head.

“Nope. Got shit to do.” Reaching over I grab my wooly pulling it back on my head before I head out of the room. I have zero time to deal with her tonight.

 
Jada

Sitting in the back of this dingy bar I have a horrible feeling in the pit of my stomach. Whenever I feel like this that usually means Kenny is here and I’m about to get my ass beat again.

This is what my life has become in the last few years. I left my mom’s house a little after Jason died and stayed with Cher until she went off to college. After that, there wasn’t really anywhere else for me to go.

I got a job at a little hotel working the front desk. That’s where I met Kenny. Him and his motorcycle club, Shadows Heat was meeting some people there.

Kenny was from a whole different world than I was. He was rough and hard-core and I wanted something different, craved it.

We hooked up after that and he brought me into his world. The world of the unknown was scary at first but I kind of fit in now. At least as much as I can.

“Why are you sittin’ back here?” As if on cue, there is Kenny.

“Taking a fucking break. If Snake puts his hand up my fucking skirt one more time I’ll shoot him myself.” Puffing my cigarette, I lean back in the chair and await my punishment.

Kenny stalks around me grabbing a bottle of Jack off the table before throwing it back. Holding the bottle in one hand he points at me.

“You are really pissin’ me off these days. Every time I fuckin’ come in this shit hole you’re on your ass!” His screams pierce my ears and have everyone looking over at us. That isn’t anything new though, they just turn back around. They are used to the two of us now.

“I didn’t come here to be a whore to these motherfuckers. You make me!” Taking the chance of raising my voice to him is one I didn’t contemplate the repercussions of and I should have.

Kenny grabs me by the throat and slams me against the wall knocking the breath out of me before his hand slams into the side of my face. I can taste the metallic blood in my mouth and I know he split my lip again. That should go nicely with my bruised eye.

“I didn’t ask you bitch. If my boys want a little ass you will fuckin’ give it to them or find your ass on the street where I found you.” I know Kenny isn’t playing with his threats. He never has since I met him, but there’s a rebellious part that lives inside of me, one that wants to test his patience to see how far I can go.

“Fine.” I grit through my teeth before another backhand lands on my cheek. One day I will shoot this motherfucker between his eyes when he’s asleep. I just need to figure out how to get out of this clubhouse after I do. Haha, at least that’s what I tell myself.

“You are goin’ out with Cherry tonight too. You better bring daddy somethin’ good back. Go wash your fuckin’ face.” With one last squeeze of my throat, Kenny releases me before pushing me out from in front of him.

I think about what could have been different if Jason hadn’t died. I miss my brother with all my heart. I know I would have never turned to this shit if he were around. I made my own decisions though and now I live with the consequences.

“You talk back again?” Cherry pops out of the other room as I open the door to mine.

“Yep. I never learn.” I smile slightly as I walk in with her behind me. I guess I like the feeling of the pain when Kenny hits me. At least I feel something. I haven’t felt shit since Creed left me on that rooftop and I’m not sure I ever will.

Shaking all thoughts of him from my mind, I try to focus on getting ready. He left me there alone and that’s all I need to remember.

“Well, you need to. Those bumps and bruises are only getting worse sweetheart. One day they are going to turn serious.” Cherry has been in this lifestyle for a long time. She tells me stories of the old days before the new president, her old man took over. She said the guys were never allowed to hit their women the way they do now. She never did say why he is the way he is though.

“I’m ready for it when it comes.” Piling my hair on top of my head, I glance over at Cherry.

“You ever thought about finding a new club? One that you don’t have to be beat on all the time.” I’m pretty sure I already know the answer to that before she ever opens her mouth but I felt the need to ask.

“Yeah, I have. More than you know but once they find out who we’re with they will throw us out on our asses. The clubs don’t mix baby girl.” Looking down I hate the feeling that floods me.

“Hey, I didn’t say it was impossible.” Cherry grabs my arm and pulls me into a hug. Of everyone here she’s the only one that knows about my past.

“Hey, cheer up. I’ll take to you a special spot tonight.” Cherry winks before she walks out of the room. I hope her special spot doesn’t include a bunch of assholes.

I hate that I live like this but then there’s a part of me that loves it. I love the way the club is like a big family and aside from the guys, the girls are pretty nice. They all live the same way though and eventually it will take a toll on me. Right now though, I feel and that’s all that matters to me.

Cherry comes back a few minutes later ready to go. I follow her out to the car thankful that I didn’t have to see Kenny before I left. I’m sure he would have complained about my clothes or hair or some shit.

“Where are we going tonight?” I ask glancing over at Cherry.  She smiles at me. That’s never good. She is up to something.

“I told you it’s somewhere special.” Her pretty green eyes sparkle in the moonlight. I wonder what she was like when she was younger. She never really talks about her past.

We drive in silence for the most part knowing what kind of whores we have to go out and be tonight. I can’t say that I hate it because I don’t feel much of anything when I do have to do it. It’s a means to an end is what I always think. I just don’t know what that end will be or when it will take me.

We turn off the main road and onto a dirt road. It’s dark for the most part and my mind reels with that. What if Kenny paid Cherry to take me somewhere I shouldn’t be? She wouldn’t do that would she?

My heart pounds in my chest as we make our way up the dirt road. My palms sweat as I slide them up and down the seat next to me.

“Fallen Angel’s?” I read the sign aloud when we pull up in front of a building. I’m so fucking confused right now.

“Fallen Angel’s MC.” Cherry puts the car in park before hopping out. Did she just bring me to a fucking rival MC?

“What the fuck is this about, Cherry? A fucking rival MC?” Shaking my head, I don’t want to leave the car. I saw the other girl’s faces when they met up with a rival. I don’t fucking think so. I am not going out like that.

“I know the president. We are fine here, plus he will cover our night. We don’t have to do shit tonight but relax and enjoy.”

Following her inside the club, I sure as hell hope she’s right.

Creed

I sit in my usual back corner avoiding the fuck out of people. My mind is a fucking buzzing mess as always. Some nights, even the drinking and drugs won’t drown out the past. Tonight is one of those nights. The fucking demons swim through all the vodka I consume and that typically never ends well.

“What’s up Creed? You gonna sulk in the fuckin’ corner all night brother?” Tank drops on the seat next to me passing me a joint, which I take. Shit I need a good smoke tonight.

“Fuck sulkin’ man. I’m waitin’ on the good pussy to roll in. It is Friday.” Tank chuckles as he nods his head. He knows what’s up. Every Friday we have a shit ton of whores roll through the clubhouse.

“Thought you had a thing with Jenny?” Shaking my head, I knew that would come up. Fucking girl wishes too much.

“Fuck no. She can suck like a pro though. Hey, you on the ride Tuesday?” Motioning to one of the Angel chasers to bring me a beer, I turn to look at him.

“Fuck yeah. You on too?” Nodding he smiles at me. When Tank and I go out on rides, no one fucks us over. Some of the other guys here, mostly the newer ones I get stuck with, can’t be trusted to back you up for shit.

“Fuck that! We gonna be on that shit brother.” Tank slaps my shoulder as the girl hands me my beer. I take it from her without another glance.

“Who the fuck is that over there with Sharp?” My eyes are on the nice ass of some dark haired beauty. Well, at least from this view she is fucking hot. My dick stirs in my jeans, something it hasn’t done in a long ass time.

“Oh shit. That’s Cherry. She’s with the Shadows. Her and Sharp had a thing for each other a long time ago. She went with her old man over at the Shadows though. She pops up to see him when shit gets rough over there.” Listening to him talk, I can’t pull my eyes off that ass though. The way it calls to me sends unknown feelings throughout my body.

“Who’s the other?” Still staring, Tank laughs.

“Who the fuck knows. She brings a bitch around every once in a while to cover her own ass. Sharp pays out for both of them for the night.” Confused by what the fuck he is even talking about I look over at him. He must notice the confusion. Smug bastard.

“They send their bitches out in shifts. Pick up and fuck some johns. Cherry only comes when shit gets crazy over at Shadows.” Tank stands and walks off leaving me there to stare at that immaculate piece of ass. I wonder what kind of shit goes on over there the way he keeps repeating it. It doesn’t settle well with me.

Lighting up a cigarette I decide to get a closer look. I stand up and walk over towards the bar where the hot piece of ass is now talking to Jimmy. The fuck he will be getting any of that tonight. If anyone is having that it’s going to be me.

Taking the chance I wrap my arm around her little waist pulling her back against me. Her warmth is something I’ve never felt. Tingles flow through my body.

“You showin’ a whole lotta ass tonight darlin’.” Whispering close to her ear, she shivers. Oh she likes that huh?

“This little leather skirt would look a lot better wrapped around my head.” Tugging her earlobe with my teeth, I don’t miss the moan she lets out. Fuck me; this is going to be easier than I thought.

“Take a step back brother. We were havin’ a nice talk here.” Jimmy stands but I already know he isn’t about shit. He won’t step up to me even if it is for a new pussy.

Yanking the girl closer to me, I eye Jimmy for a minute.

“I think the choice has already been made.” Dragging her with me, I walk backwards smirking at Jimmy who is clearly pissed but doesn’t say a word. Yeah, I didn’t think so motherfucker.

As soon as we are back by the pool tables I spin the little girl pushing her against the wall ready to kiss those lips and fuck her like crazy but I dead stop.

Holy fucking hell. There is no fucking way this is her. It can’t be. She wasn’t involved with this shit, she can’t be. Especially not the Shadows.

“Jada.” The words barely leave my mouth when her eyes are on mine. Her mouth drops open and the bruise and busted lip is clearly evident.

Fire replaces the blood in my veins as I look her little face over. She has changed her hair color but those piercing eyes will never change.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” My heart pounds in my ears. This can’t be happening.

“Why.. What are you doing here?” Jada tries to break eye contact with me, looking around anywhere but my face. Like fucking hell she will.

Grabbing her face in my hand, I force her to look at me. I grip her a little harder than I wanted to but she is fucking killing me here.

“Answer me.” Growling through my now gritted teeth I watch her face for a reaction.

“I’m with Cherry.” I swallow hard, shaking my head. No. She cannot fucking be involved with that shit over there. No, not after everything Tank has been talking about.

Pulling my hat off, I let go of her face and run my hand through my hair. This is completely fucked up. What the hell do I do now?

“FUCK!”  Screaming sounded like a good plan but then so did punching the wall, which I did.

Jada flinches back away from me when I grab her hand and drag her down the hall with me. No way in fuck is this shit happening.

Kicking the fucking door to my room shut, I pin her against it. Whether she likes it or not she is going to give me answers.

“What the fuck is goin’ on?”

Jada stares at me with a scared look in her eyes. It hurts me like hell to see it there again after I saw it so long ago.  That face and the look plastered across it is the same one that haunts my mind every day since I left her.

I hope like hell she isn’t involved with them like I think she is.