UnLove Me - The Angels Warriors MC Complete Trilogy Box Set (14 page)

Boss man ain’t gonna like this. The news of Angel keeping that shit from Eden was supposed to drive her away, not have her in his arms. I grab my phone and place the call.

“Did it work?”

“No, not even close,” I tell him, sounding pissed.

“What the fuck is it going to take?” he shouts into my ear.

“Should I go get
her
?” I ask him.

There is silence, but then he replies, “Yes, bring her back. She may be useful.” He hangs up, and I toss my cell on my bed in my room at the clubhouse.

This shit isn’t supposed to be this hard, especially since I’ve learned Old Man Bruce is looking into things for Angel. Need to take him out before he decides to switch sides. After Foxy’s death, followed by Big Willy’s, he’s seemed on edge. Mother fucker is getting too jumpy for my comfort.

I walk to the bar and nod at the old man for a glass of whiskey when boss lady walks over to stand beside me.

“It coming along?” she asks in a low voice.

I shake my head.

“You know what you have to do, right?”

“Yeah, I know. It’ll happen. Don’t worry.”

She walks away before the old man pours my drink. I never would have thought she would betray the club, but I guess some people can be bought—money talks and bullshit walks.

I take a gulp of my Crown Royal and place the empty glass back on the bar. “Bruce, need you outside when you have a chance,” I tell him, letting him think we gotta talk about our next move.

“Yeah, I’ll be ten. Just gotta get T-bags to take over,” he tells me.

I sneak into his room in the back and rummage through it. I find what I need. No choice now; fucker was gonna turn us over. Gotta end him. Dead man walking, that one.

I walk in the front door after coming from Lilly’s. It was so nice seeing the twins. God, they’ve gotten so big. I’ve missed them more than words can express. After work, I told Jasper I was heading over to their place for a while and to Lilly’s to grab Glenna.

In the car ride on the way over, Glenna asked, “Does Angel know, Edie?”

I reach over and turn off the radio. “No, he doesn’t, which means you can’t say anything. Please?”

I see her nod before answering. “You know, if he finds out, even if you do tell him, he’s going to be really mad, right? I’m even a little mad at you myself for not telling him before.” Glenna has known since day one about my secret; she just didn’t know about it involving Jasper until today.

Hearing her say that sends pain through me. “I’m sorry, G-baby,” I say ashamed.

“It’s okay, but you’re the one that has to tell Angel,” she says before sticking her tongue out at me.  A few minutes pass before she speaks again. “Do you think that, when he finds out, he’ll still let me hang out with him?” she asks quietly.

I meet her eyes in my rear view mirror. “I know he will. He wouldn’t hurt you because he’s angry at me.” That’s one thing I know for sure; Jasper would never hurt a child because he’s angry at me. It’s just not in him. “But, G-baby, can you please not say anything about this?” I ask her, almost begging.

“Yeah, Edie, I won’t say anything, but I really think you should,” she says quietly. For just a kid, she really is smart about this grown up stuff sometimes.

I let her in the house and tell her to get to the table and start her homework while I make something to eat.

I walk to the kitchen and see Jasper there, by the stove. He turns around, giving me a huge grin. “Hey, Darlin’, you weren’t home yet, so I figured I would start supper.”

I smile weakly, still shaken by my talk with my baby sister. “Thank you.” I go to him and give him a kiss that he instantly deepens. I let my hands travel down his backside, giving a slight squeeze on his tight cheeks. His beard tickles my neck as he nuzzles his face against me.

“That’s gross!” I hear Glenna exclaim.

I push away from Jasper, flushed.

“What are you making?” I ask him.

“Spaghetti; it’s about the only thing I can cook without ruining it. You still like it with just butter and cheese, right?” he asks.

I smile. “Yeah.” Funny how after all of the time we spent apart he still knows me better than most. But will he feel the same when he learns all there is to know about the woman I am today?

I wake up later in the night wrapped in Jasper’s strong loving arms. I can’t sleep, but Jasper is sleeping peacefully by the sound of his snoring. Guess the romp we had after dinner exhausted him. We’ve been having sex like a couple of horny teenagers, but I’m not complaining. There’s nothing better than sharing that connection with him. I try to get up from bed to get some water, but he tightens his hold on me. I love how much he wants to be with me, the way he shows me that love. My panties dampen at the thought of his tongue teasing at my clit. My fingers trail down to my panties. Thinking about Jasper has me hot all over. I begin playing with my pussy, and my movement must have woken Jasper. His mouth is against my neck, and his fingers have joined mine.

“You trying to piss me off?” He pinches my clit. “You want to be played with, baby, you wake me up. I’m here and more than able to take care of my pussy.”  God, when he talks like that I melt.

He bites my neck roughly and goes straight to taking care of my needs. In no time, he has me naked and is inside of me. The headboard is knocking against the wall as he slams into me. I hope we don’t wake up G-baby. I fight the giggle building in my chest as his beard tickles my sensitive skin.

I wake up wrapped around Eden. Softly, I start kissing her neck, moving my hands on her stomach. “Mmm, morning,” Eden says groggily.  I notice she has some scarring on her pubic bone that reminds me of the marks women get from birthing children. I don’t want to bring it up; they are probably from something her father did to her. I don’t want to ruin the start to a good day by bringing that dead bastard up, but I can’t seem to keep the question in.

“Where did you get this?” I ask her, my finger moving across the scar.

Her body stiffens. “It was just something my father did. He tried to open me, and uh...” She trails off.

“Fuck, Edie, I’m sorry. You don’t have to explain,” I say, kissing her softly. “We didn’t use protection again,” I tell her, feeling quite pleased with myself. I’ll never admit that I knew exactly what I was doing.

“That’s okay. I’m safe,” she says.

I frown. “You’re on birth control?” I ask, confused. I haven’t seen her take anything.

She shakes her head. “No, I just can’t have children,” she says quietly.

My body stiffens. I remember back to the days when Eden and I would talk about having children together; the names we would pick out if we had a girl or a boy, which happen to be the same names Hilary ended up stealing from us for her own children.

“Baby, when did you find out?” I ask, pulling her soft body close to mine.

“About eight years ago. I had to, uh, get some testing done, and the doctor told me, chances are, I would never be able to conceive,” she tells me with a far off look in her eyes.

I sit up in bed and look down at her. “Is it something your father did?” I ask her, pissed.

She shakes her head. “No, nothing like that. Just can’t have children is all. I could, I suppose. Doctors said it’s possible, but it would be an elective surgery and would cost a whack.”

That gives me some hope. “That doesn’t mean you can’t, so that’s good, and money isn’t a problem with me,” I say grinning.

Her face pales. “No, Jasper,” she says, shaking her head. “Why can’t we just be us? Just us.”

I frown, narrowing my eyes at her. “You don’t want kids?” I ask disbelievingly. Growing up, we talked about having kids, what we wanted to name them, how I said I didn’t want boys, just girls. She fought with me, saying she wanted boys, not girls. Now she’s against the kid thing?

She throws the blankets off her and gets out of bed in a huff. “I have to get Glenna ready for school,” she says under her breath.

I feel like I’m missing something here. I don’t get to question her further, because she’s already out of the room, calling for her sister.

I flop down onto the bed, wondering what the fuck is going on, when my cell rings from my pants pocket. I lean over, fishing it out. I really don’t want to leave the warm softness of her bed—it smells like my woman.

“Yeah?”

“Fuck. Pres... Fuck. Bruce is dead, man. Found him outside this morning, behind the dumpster out back. Need you here.” Damn, Bruce was a good guy. Who in the fuck would do this shit?

I hang the phone up and quickly get out of bed, nearly falling on my face tripping over a pair of Eden’s shoes. Someone is trying to fuck with my club. I’ll be damned if anyone gets in my way. Not gonna fucking happen again. I’ve worked too hard to lose it now.

I peek in the back window, looking around to see if there are any guests. When I see nothing, I smash the window and crawl inside after knocking away the jagged shards. The last two times I tried to get in, the bitch always had some fuck around.  Always was a dirty whore.

“Who’s there?” asks a timid voice.

“Well, if it isn’t Veronica Rager,” I drawl out menacingly.

“W-w-who are you?” she stammers, backing away.

“I’ll be your worst fuckin’ nightmare if you don’t listen to me,” I say, matter of factly, leaning against the wall.

“What do you want? I have no money. Please don’t hurt me,” she cries. Stupid cunt. Look at the whore shaking in her booty shorts. Bitch does have a nice rack on her, though. Her tits jiggle, and I can see her nipples through the thin white material of her tank top.

I take a step toward her, getting in her face and raising my fist. As it connects with her mouth, blood squirts out. “Shut up, you stupid bitch. Didn’t tell you to speak, did I?”

She cries pathetically while holding her face.

“You are gonna do exactly as I say, or you’ll die. Simple as that. Though, you were already supposed to be dead,” I tell her.

She nods frantically. Her fear makes my cock twitch with excitement.

I grin.

“Clean off your mouth,” I order her before making her suck me off. I don’t plan on leaving empty handed.