Creed: Fallen Angel's MC (6 page)

Jada

Waking up, feeling like shit. I notice right away, that I’m no longer in the shitty ass clubhouse.

“You’re awake.” Cherry’s voice makes me happy. There is no one else I would want to hear right now.

“What happened?” I swallow, my throat is so dry. Shit I have a horrible headache.

“Kenny gave you something. I don’t know what sweetheart. I’m so sorry.”  Cherry moves to grab my hand when a tear escapes my eye. I know shit is getting bad but how do I get out of it?

“It’s not your fault. Has he been here?” Cherry shakes her head which is somewhat of a relief. I didn’t want him in here anyway after what he did to me.

“The other guy was here though. He looked like hell. I think he was shot or something.” Cherry twirls her hair around her finger like she wasn’t sure if she should tell me that.

“Who? What guy?” I sit up slightly which isn’t the best idea as my head swims.

“You need to rest.” Cherry stands and pushes me back down.

“The guy from the Fallen Angel’s. He was here and so was Tank.”  My heart leaps in my chest. Creed was here. Why? How? I don’t know what to say.

“What did he say?” Cherry grabs a glass of water from the table and holds the straw to my lips. Drinking water feels like heaven on my throat.

“He was whispering to you. He said he loved you but he couldn’t be any better for you.” The words sting me. I can’t believe that he was here. Wait? She said he was shot.

“You said he was shot? Was he ok?” In a panic she grips my hand again.

“He was walking and talking sweetheart. I think he was ok.” The door flies open and my stomach drops. No, he can’t be here.

“Lookie who’s awake.” Kenny walks towards the bed and my heart hammers in my chest. I don’t know what the fuck he did to me or why but I don’t want to deal with him anymore.

“What did you do?” Tears choke me when I speak. I don’t want him anywhere near me after what he’s done.

“I didn’t do anythin’ darlin’. I made you feel good baby that’s all. You ready to ride out?” I swallow hard when he says that. I don’t want to go anywhere with him.

Shaking my head, I see his smile fall. He’s getting pissed but he wouldn’t hurt me in the hospital, would he?

“I’m not going anywhere with you.” My voice is softer than I’d like but all things considered I think I held my ground or at least tried too.

“You aren’t goin’ with me? You are mine bitch. You are goin’ with me.” His hand grips my hair causing my head to cry out in pain. It’s already swimming and his grip is making it worse.

Bile rises in my throat and I know I’m going to lose it.

“She needs to rest Kenny. I’ll look after her.” Cherry chimes in when the door opens again. Tim walks in taking in the scene.

“She good?” He doesn’t look at Cherry though, he looks at Kenny instead.

“Yeah, she’ll be fine. She’s ready to go.” Kenny yanks the IV’s from my arm causing me to cry out from the pain. Kenny roughly drags me out of the bed and stands me on my feet.

My head spins and my body sways until I feel like I’m going to fall over. Just when I think I’m going down, Kenny’s arms come around me. There is one thing I’m grateful for from this asshole.

“We are goin’ home and you better keep your fuckin’ mouth shut. I don’t wanna hear nothin’ else out of your goddamn mouth.” Growling into my ear, I know better than to test him right now.

“You sure you got this Kenny? This shit is your fuckup!” Tim roars behind us as Kenny carries me out of the room.

“She isn’t discharged.” The little nurse walks up to us. Kenny snickers down at her before slapping the clipboard out of her hands.

“She is now , bitch. Take a fuckin’ walk.”  Kenny spits at her. He actually spits at that poor nurse. Closing my eyes, I lean into his chest not wanting to see anything else that he is going to do on the way out of here.

Kenny walks us out to a van where he tosses me into the back with a thud.  Curling into a ball I lay on the floor wishing I didn’t wake up. Creed left me again and it was all my fault.

Tears slide down my cheeks as the van bumps along. I hate this, I hate my life.

“You might as well get used to it bitch. I fuckin’ own you now.” Kenny’s voice hits me hard but I don’t look up at him. I can’t. I don’t want to see the biggest mistake of my life sitting across from me.

“You hear me bitch!” He screams making me jump. Sitting myself up I nod my head.

“Yes. I hear you.” Leaning against the back of the van, I await my upcoming punishment.

Creed

Weeks drag by the same way. I hang out in the clubhouse while everyone else goes out on runs.  Sharp put my ass on bed rest until this fucking lung heals. I feel like I’m losing my mind and going stir crazy.

Chugging this bottle of Jack isn’t helping ease my mind much either. I can’t think about anything but slitting that motherfucker’s throat.

“You need anything?” Jenny swishes her ass into my room only pissing me off a little further.

“Get the fuck out of here.”  Screaming at her is the only thing I can think to do. I don’t want her pity and I sure as fuck don’t want to fuck her either.

I watch as Jenny stomps out of the room slamming my door closed. Taking another big gulp of Jack the door opens again.

“Fuck off motherfucker!” Thinking its Jenny again, I don’t give a fuck.

“Brought you a present motherfucker. You should be talkin’ nice to me.” Tank steps into the room with a completely fucked up Jada. Seeing his arms around her only sends a surge of adrenaline through my body. I’m off the bed in a fucking flash.

“What the fuck is she doin’ here?” I rush forward wrapping my arms around her waist. God, just to feel her heals my heart. She’s alive.

“Found her like that. She was supposed to be out with one of those new bitches. Looks like Kenny shot her the fuck up again brother.” Holding her in my arms is the best feeling in the world but not like this.

“Why is she here, Tank? Sharp is gonna lose his shit.” I lift Jada and carry her to my bed, lying her down gently. She is so fucking high she doesn’t know what’s happening to her. My body reacts to that. Tension runs through me when I think of what could have happened to her out there on her own.

My hands clench at my sides when Sharp walks in the room. Isn’t this fucking great.

“Relax those fists brother. I knew she was comin’. Honestly, I’m glad she is here. You have been a fuckin’ mess since you saw her.” Confused by what the fuck is happening, I look at the two of them. I don’t know what the hell this is or why she’s here, but what I do know is that she needs to go.

“She can’t stay, Sharp. That’s a fuckin’ war we aren’t ready for. Besides the fuckin’ fact that she doesn’t wanna be here!” Feeling my temperature rising, I grab a cigarette and light it up. Taking a long drawl, I look at the smirk on Sharp’s face.

“I don’t give one fuck what she wants. She’s here now so fuckin’ deal with it.”   Sharp snaps and turns leaving the room so I turn my attention to Tank.

“Don’t look at me like that, brother. Sharp told me to bring her in.” Tank turns to leave when I turn back to Jada. I can’t fucking believe she is lying here in my fucking bed.

With a hard swallow I walk over and sit on the side of my bed and watch her sleep. She is a complete high fucking mess. Her eyes roll around her head and the fire inside of me heats up. I want that motherfucker to pay for what he’s done to her.

I watch her a little longer when she starts to gag. Son of a bitch she’s fucking choking on her own vomit. This is so damn wrong.

I stand and rush to the bathroom turning the cold water on in the shower. She needs to fucking wake up.

Grabbing her off the bed, I carry her into the bathroom calling her name the whole time.

“Jada, come on. You need to wake up!” Screaming at her her head rolls around in my arms. This is fucked up!

I climb in the shower with Jada in my arms, sliding to the floor and holding her under the water. I don’t give a fuck that both of us are still fully dressed I just need her to wake up.

Jada starts to fight me and I thank god for that. At least she is waking up a little.

“Jada. Come on baby.” Rubbing her hair out of her face, she struggles against me but I don’t ease my grip on her. I have missed her so fucking much I don’t want to let her go. Even if it means sitting in this cold ass shower with her.

“Don’t fucking touch me! Leave me alone!” Jada thrashes around trying to get out of my grip but I don’t let her.

“It’s me, Jada. It’s Creed. Calm down sweetheart.” I press my lips to her temple in hopes of soothing her, calming her.

“Creed? Oh god.” Jada cries and cries hard. Her body shakes as she twists and turns in my arms. Her arms slide around my neck as she holds me in a death grip. Snaking my arms around her body tighter I pull her against me.

I run my hand down her hair. I don’t know who it’s calming more, me or her.

“I’m sorry, Creed. I shouldn’t be here.” Her little groggy voice fills my heart. I’m so fucking glad that she’s here and she’s alive but I can’t stop the thoughts of hurting her again.

“I know but you are. Let’s get you dry.” Standing up I lift her with me before setting her on the floor in the bedroom. I walk over and grab a t-shirt from the dresser before turning to face her.

My breath catches in my throat. The beauty that I left on that rooftop stands in front of me, broken and abused.

Her shirt clings to her wet body in ways that make my dick spring to life. Her nipples are hard pebbles peeking through the flimsy material at me. Begging me. Water dripping down her face and shoulders. God fucking help me.

“I was so mad at you for leaving me. I went to Cher’s but she left for college. Mom was mom. She had boyfriends and they did things… they did things to me, Creed.” Her tears turn to sobs that choke her. I stand still watching the emotions flowing from her and I fucking hate myself for everything she had to endure. If I would have just sucked it up and stayed none of this shit would be happening to her right now.

Shaking my head, I take a step towards her shaking body.

“I didn’t know. I watched you for a while before I left for good. I couldn’t be there and see you without touching you. Fuck! If only I had known.” Jada chews her lip trying not to look at me. I know she’s hurting and I’m the cause of it but fuck if I don’t want to be inside of her right now.

“You watched me?” Her head comes up and she stares into my eyes now. Her eyes pierce my soul. God, my poor broken Jada.

Stepping closer, I grab the hem of her flimsy shirt trying to control my breathing since her body is setting off  millions of nerves, I slide the shirt over her head.

“I wanted to make sure you were safe. I promised Jason and I tried.  I tried to stay there, Jada.” I step back and drop the wet shirt to the floor while her eyes stay locked on mine.

Swallowing hard, I need to force my dick to stay away from her but that motherfucker has a mind of his own.

“I needed you. So many nights I needed you.” New tears spring to her eyes and I can’t fucking stop myself. I rip my shirt over my head and throw it down before stepping into her, pulling her against me roughly.

Fuck, the feeling of her soft body pressed against mine is causing me to come undone.

 
Jada

With his arms so tightly wrapped around me, I can’t breathe. I can’t think or move. I feel an overwhelming sense of peace fill me in this moment. I know I shouldn’t since he left me before and it hurt. I never want to hurt that bad again.

“I’m sorry, Jada. I didn’t know how to be there for you.”  Creed doesn’t let up on his hold on me. I still feel groggy but I think the drugs are wearing off now.

“Me either.” Like my mouth has a mind of its own, I kiss his bare chest. His body shudders under my touch. Memories of the time we were together flash behind my eyes as his grip tightens.

“We aren’t the same people that we were before.” Creed’s breathe catches in his throat when he tries to speak.

“I know that.” I brush my lips across his chest one more time when I feel his dick hard against me. God, I missed this man.

In one motion Creed has me lifted off my feet carrying me to the bed. Laying me down gently his lips crush mine. His tongue is in my mouth tangled with my own. His taste heightens everything I’m feeling inside of me. I know this is wrong but I want him so bad.

“I don’t want to hurt you anymore.” Before he can finish I’m dragging my skirt down my legs before grabbing his jeans and doing the same.

“Jada.” His tone is a warning that I ignore. I don’t care if he hurts me, at least not in this moment.

Pulling Creed on top of me, all I want is him. I want him kissing me, touching me, owning me.

“This is a bad idea, darlin’.” God, his voice. I have missed that voice so much.

Pressing my lips against his softly, he melts into me. Creed rocks his body against mine sending jolts of electricity through me. I don’t remember him feeling this good in the past.

His dick is rock hard grazing against me as I buck my hips getting closer to him.

“Creed.”  The slight groan that leaves his lips vibrates against my throat where his lips now rest.

I grip Creed around his back, pulling him closer letting him know what I want as if he couldn’t tell.

“I’m no better than he is.” His tongue flicks across my throat. Soft noises bubble up into my throat before escaping my lips.

When I lean up and suck his slick skin into my mouth he loses all control. His dick slams against me before he lowers his hand and positions it at my entrance.

“You have to be sure, sweetheart. We’ve gone too far for me to stop now.” His shaky breaths send me over the edge. I need him more than I need air to breathe.

“I’m sure.” That’s all he needed to hear from me. Creed slides into me so slowly but filling.

He feels amazing inside of me. Amazing!

“Creed. God, I missed you so much.” On the verge of tears, I raise my hips pleading silently with him to take me deeper. Creed knows what I want and he gives it to me.

Rocking his hips into me he touches every piece of me. Grinding his hips against me, my clit throbs for more.

“Fuck, darlin’. You are so fuckin’ soft.” His teeth nip my earlobe and my body ignites in a new fire. One I haven’t felt before.

His thrusts become more and more forced slamming deeper into me. I never knew a man could get that deep but Creed is doing just that.

I dig my nails into his back encouraging him to keep going which he does. Our sweaty bodies are now connected in a way that makes me want to never let go of him. Something snaps inside of me and I want him more than anything in the world.

“Oh god, Creed.” Whining before his teeth graze down my neck, I lose it. My body hums with excitement.

“You wanna come, sweetheart? You want me to fuckin’ fill you up?” His growls send my body into overdrive.  Shoving my hips up I meet his thrusts. We grind against each other in such a perfect rhythm.

“Yes! Creed please.” I beg him shamelessly. I want him to fill me with everything he’s been holding out from me these last five years.

The harder the thrusts come, the closer I feel myself coming to the edge. My body shakes as I feel his dick swelling inside of me. God, he feels beyond miraculous.

“Do it, Jada. Fuckin’ come all over my fuckin’ dick.” The way he growls against my neck, I lose it. I come in a series of convulsions, my body locking up around him.

“Fuck!” Creed growls as he fills me full of his seed. Bucking his hips roughly he doesn’t stop either. I can feel him exploding, shooting every last drop deep inside of me.

His lips softly caress my neck moving their way up to my mouth. The gentle kisses are mind blowing and I want so much more.

“I’ve missed you so much.” His words touch my heart. He doesn’t know how many nights I spent lying in bed, awake thinking about him. How many times his face drifted into my dreams.

“I missed you too. More than you know.” Creed pulls out of me rolling onto his side before pulling me against him.

“What happened to you?” My finger traces the marks on his skin. I remember Cherry saying something about him being shot.

“I got shot when we went on a run. It’s nothin’.” Leaning closer I kiss the mark that will definitely leave a scar there. His body quivers.

“Oh it’s something. Are you ok?” I ask. Creed’s lips plant a kiss on my forehead before he speaks again, his arms pulling me closer.

“I thought about you a lot. I knew what I did was fuckin’ wrong. I should have never left you.”  I can hear the regret in his voice. I don’t want to look up and see the look on his face, it would kill me.

“I get it, Creed. I know why you left. It was the same reason I left.”  With a sigh, Creed’s lips come down on my head again. This feels so right but the fact of the matter remains. Kenny will come looking for me. Lying with my head on his chest, I doze off.

Waking up next to Creed is like a dream. His warmth floods me. I never knew waking up next to someone you actually cared about could be so exhilarating.  I feel a new strength flowing through me.

“Mornin’ beautiful” Creed’s sleepy voice is so rough and gravely. God I love that sound.

“Morning.” I smile up at his handsome face. Reaching up I run my hand through the softness of his hair.

“You like it grown out?” Giving it a little tug, he laughs.

“Take that as a yes.”  Leaning up I brush my lips across his. His soft groans heating me from the inside out.

“I don't know why they brought me here, Creed. I know it will cause a war if they find out.”

Shaking his head, he looks down at me.

“My boys are careful, darlin’. Chances are low that anyone saw them movin’ you.” A slight relief washes over me until I think of Ginger, the girl I was out with. She was new and I was supposed to keep an eye on her until Kenny decided to drug me up again.

“The girl I was with. Is she ok?” Creed’s lips touch my forehead in a gentle kiss before he speaks.

“She was with a john. We left her alone. I need to ask you though. Why the fuck is he pumpin’ you full of this shit?” His hand runs a line down my back and then back up causing bumps to form along that line.

“I don't know, honestly. I was drunk the first time when he did it. Last night he just had one the guys hold me down before he shoved that needle in my arm.”  I can feel Creed vibrate with anger beneath me. There's a new rage burning in him and I know it.

“He won't touch you again. I'll make that motherfucker pay for every little thing he did to you, sweetheart.”   I can feel it deep within me. I know that he means what he said.

“I can't stay here. I don't belong here.” I state the obvious.  I don't want to go back to Kenny but I have nowhere else to go.

Creed wiggles out from under me before standing up, his magnificent ass for me to admire. I take in the view as he runs his hand through his hair. This man is beautiful, way beyond words.

“Do you think I'm so fuckin’ cold that I would send you back to that?” His words surprise me. I didn't think about that though.

“I didn't say that, Creed.” I sit up shifting against the headboard.

“You pretty much did. Fuck Jada! You aren't leavin’ this clubhouse and you'll be damn fuckin’ lucky if I let you leave this room!” The growl rips from his throat like a crazed animal. My heart skips a beat but I know this isn't just his decision.

“As perfect as that sounds right now I know it isn't up to you, Creed. I don't know why I was even kidnapped and brought here!” My nerves have been worked and thinking about it pisses me off. As glad as I am that they took me from being hurt I was kidnapped and brought here without my knowledge.

“Kidnapped? Are you fuckin’ with me right now? If my boys didn't pick you up you'd probably be dead somewhere!” Rage sizzles in his dark eyes. I can see it on the verge of an explosion. He has changed so much from the Creed I knew.

“How the hell do I know your boys didn't do something to me?” Ok now I'm pissed. I stand up from the bed, completely forgetting about being naked.

Creed’s eyes travel my body making me shiver from his looks alone.

“You think one of my boys would touch you? We aren't them! You got us fucked up sweetheart. He did you a goddamn favor!” Creed grabs a pair of sweatpants out of the dresser and pulls them on quickly before putting his boots on.

“Where are you going?” Creed cuts his eyes at me before he storms from the room. Looking around I grab his T-shirt pulling it over my head and wonder if I should go look for him. I debate it with myself but maybe he needs to cool off. This new Creed is strange to me. The old Creed would never have talked to me like that but then I wasn’t fucking the old Creed.

Deciding I am done sitting here, I head out into the hallway. The clubhouse is pretty quiet except for a few random girls roaming around. Once I get into the main room I look around but don't see Creed anywhere.

“Your man is in the weight room.” An older man speaks behind me. I turn around and notice the president patch.

“He's not my man.” Looking down I don't make eye contact he must notice but that's how it was over there with Shadows.

“We aren't them darlin’. You can relax a little while your here. Weight rooms down the hall on the left.” As fast as he appeared he was gone. Something was oddly familiar about that man, but I can't place it.

I walk down the dark hallway surprised at how nice this place is compared to the Shadows.

I hear noises from the last room. Pushing the door open I find Creed beating the shit out of a punching bag with sweat glistening on his skin.

He glances over but turns back to his bag ignoring me. Walking over to him, I wrap my arms around his sweaty waist reveling in the feel of his muscles beneath my hands.

“I'm sorry Creed.” I brush my lips over his muscled back amazed at the feelings it gives me.

Creed drops his head but doesn’t speak.

“I believe you Creed.” His hands come to rest on mine before he drags me around in front of him.

“You just don't understand, Jada. I have put my life in danger so many fuckin’ times in the last five years. All I wanted was a fuckin’ way out, a way to erase you and Jason from my mind. But nothin’ fuckin’ worked. Then you walked that pretty little ass of yours into my club and my world stopped. You fuckin’ broke everything in me Jada. I don't know what the fuck I'm supposed to do anymore.” The look in his eyes pulls at my heart.  He's a beautiful mess but what happens next.

“I never wanted to lose you, Creed.”

I can see the storm raging in his eyes as he tries to hash out his new reality, hell I feel it within myself.