Page 1 of Blade (The Dark Angel’s MC #1)

Prologue

Blade – Twenty-Five Years Old

I slowly lick my bottom lip with lust as I lean back in my armchair and dangle my beer between my fingers over the edge of the arm at the sight before me while brothers all celebrate around me in the common room.

Some talk shit with each other, some are playing pool in the far corner.

Others are getting their rocks off, not caring that some old ladies are still here looking on with disgrace, especially knowing a few of the brothers currently getting fuck also have old ladies – women we see as our forever unless they’ve tried to trap you that is for the patch on your back and what comes with it.

The Dark Angels MC is my family legacy. My great-great-great grandfather built it, and it is now my club.

Today, on my twenty-fifth birthday, my father, the now former President of the club, has handed the reigns down to me, the presidency patch sitting fucking proudly on my cut. I have followed him like a lap dog for years, doing everything he says and taking in every little detail.

Between school, work, prospecting – doing everything for a whole fucking year that the brothers demanded of us to show we respect them and the club and to prove our alliance to them – and then gaining experience as a brother, I followed my father’s instructions to a tee, understanding the books, the roles within the club, our overseas accounts, fucking everything.

I spent years proving to the brothers that I wasn’t a spoiled club brat who was going to take over without earning my place.

I have spent years bringing this club higher.

I have spent fucking years keeping this club safe to prove my alliance and I know I have succeeded.

I have plenty of fucking blood on my hands, including a year stint in Juvie for drug possession, ensuring Fury, one of my best friends, didn’t do time.

The girl he was fucking at the time decided to try and plant some coke on him when she’d found out he was also fucking her sister and best friend, knowing with his temper, he wouldn’t last five fucking minutes without adding to his time.

I noticed her put it in his pocket right as cops swarmed the school, and I didn’t even hesitate to purposely bump into him and the cop who was about to search him and grab the cocaine from his pocket to then be tackled.

Fun fucking times…

Juvie wasn’t too bad, the female correctional officer gave really fucking good head, and everyone knew not to mess with me, knowing my role within the club.

That and I nearly killed some fucker who thought he could take the President’s son down.

He realized the hard way why people called me Blade after I made one out of my toothbrush.

Anyway, I’ve proven myself for this role.

I’ve put the brothers before fucking everything, and now finally, that role has been given to me.

I’m ready, but in doing so, the roles for the rest of the club officers – brothers who get together in church and handle the finances, the club runs, and anything to do with the club, earning more out of the club businesses than the brothers – is now being changed, the former officers not getting a choice.

Psycho, another of my best friends, will take over from his father, as my Vice President, whereas Fury will become my Enforcer. Both earned their roles just like they earned their road names.

When it comes to violence, we’re mean motherfuckers who like the smell of blood.

It could be something small like petty theft from one of our businesses, and without a second thought, the fucker’s pinkie is gone.

We don’t care because we live and breathe the fucking club and the roles that come with it.

To finish the officer roles, Viper will take over from his father Eagle as my Sergeant in Arms, and Venom will take over from his uncle Cannon as my Road Captain and club tech guru, not wanting his father’s role.

We all grew up together within the club, more family than friends. We’re all club brats that have earned our rights for our positions, and no one, fucking no one, messes with us. We’ve been a force to be reckoned with for years and our family is well aware of that.

I’ve lost count of the times they’ve had to try and bail us out of sticky situations. The drug charge was just something the police chief couldn’t hide.

Most of the cops at the Pacific County station in sunny Rose Meadow, a small town on the outside of Santa Monica, California, are under our payroll, but this one cop didn’t get the fucking hint.

He was new to the force and wanted to be a big man, trying to take down a club that had done nothing but bring more money into Rose Meadow.

He saw our prospect cuts and decided he was a big man but more fool him.

Dad explained he went missing after I was charged and sentenced, the judge wanting to make me an example.

This was the same judge who tried to keep me inside when my lawyer appealed the case but with the cop who found the drugs on me no longer available to give his evidence, I got out after a year, well, twelve months and two days to be exact and I came home to a party.

I take a large sip of my now warm beer as I watch the show before me, my cock hardening in my jeans, causing me to shift a little as moans hit my ears.

Snatch arches her back on the hardwood flooring, her black hair spread out over it as her bare tits jiggle with her movements. She moans, her mouth opening with a look of deep pleasure etches off her while she squeezes her caramel eyes shut.

Fuck me, that is a sight.

The room is full of brothers, yet she’s acting like she’s the only one in the room as Destiny eats her out like she’s been starving for years, Snatch’s fingers gripping the woman’s dark blond bob.

I take another sip of my beer and watch as Destiny’s light green eyes watch Snatch as she shoves three fingers into Snatch’s loose cunt, which I can confirm is indeed loose. Normally when I fuck her, I fuck her ass, the same with Destiny.

They’ve just been used too hard by the brothers, not that anyone cares. If they’re willing to fuck, then why not.

Snatch and Destiny are both club girls or clubwhores if you will, and both want a brother’s patch. They want to live a life of luxury that a brother can give them, and if he’s an officer, then even fucking better.

Along with them, there are another six clubwhores, all wanting a brother’s patch and will do anything to have one, including trapping one, another reason why I prefer their ass’s to their cunts.

Can’t knock them up in the ass.

Fury learned the hard way, not learning from Randy’s mistakes.

Randy is a mechanic at our shop Dark Angels Motors, where Fury and I work, and the man fucked Cherri, a still popular clubwhore.

She thought he was a brother in the making, and he was just horny and didn’t notice her poking holes in his condoms.

Nine months later, his daughter Lake was born, and Cherri went back to being a clubwhore knowing a brother would fuck her again because they’re always horny.

The last I heard, Lake has nothing to do with her mother and isn’t keen on the club, not that I blame her. Most brothers think she’s like her mama, wanting a brother’s patch despite most not even knowing what she looks like.

Randy decided to homeschool her.

After the horror stories that Randy told us, I thought Fury would have been smart when fucking a clubwhore, you know, pulling out then jizzing into the condom or making her swallow his load.

Instead, he got trapped by Lacey who had been eyeing him up for fucking months knowing what his role would become in the club when I took over.

She poked holes in his condoms, and when she announced she was pregnant with a smirk, it took several of us to hold him down because she admitted to trapping him, demanding an old lady cut.

The joke was on her, though. After she gave birth to little Tate and paternity was proved, he got full custody, shocking her.

She was pissed her plan failed, and it is very fucking rare Lacey sees her.

Fuck, even now, the woman herself is busy getting fucked in the ass by some hang around that wants to be a prospect while Tank is fucking her mouth.

The only reason Dad decided to keep her around was because of Tate and yet I’d bet she doesn’t even remember when Tate’s birthday is.

I shake my head and pay attention to the two women before me, completely lost in their own world, knowing I won’t fuck them just yet because my mother is still here, curling her lip in disgust at the brother’s actions.

I’m going to continue to ignore her knowing she’s one moan away from losing it, especially when one brother who is currently engaged and just gave his cut to his woman is getting a blowy while drunk off his ass.

Snatch widens her legs, giving me a perfect view of Destiny circling her clit with her tongue while she has three fingers in her pussy and two in her ass, juices coating her hand.

Damn…

A clubwhore’s primary job is to cook and clean the massive three-story clubhouse, which from the outside looks like a country hotel with a wooden effect. They live on-site in the rooms provided on the second floor with prospects, while the brothers have a room on the top floor.

Fucking is completely up to them. They don’t have to do it if they don’t want to.

If they say no, then a brother moves on, though it is very rare that they say no.

They get paid and free board for keeping this place clean and in top shape, though some do slack and that will be changing, I’m going to ensure it.