Page 10 of Blade (The Dark Angel’s MC #1)
Blade – Two Days Later
I grit my teeth as I watch Fury prospects ransacking Devil’s Nightmare, our nightclub, ensuring every bit of furniture is broken and every glass shattered while scaring the customers.
Fuckers.
Two are smashing the mirrors behind the bar while one is beating up our bar manager, Dom, who isn’t even part of the club.
Pathetic weasels.
“Yet a fucking gain. He’s sent prospects instead of his brothers to do their dirty work,” Psycho snaps from his seat beside me, and I snap my pen breathing hard.
This is retaliation for the goods we stole, gaining one-hundred thousand dollars from the Mexican cartel.
Hossa was extremely happy about his purchase, claiming they were the best he’s had, and how we got them just makes the son of a bitch even happier, considering the Furies tried selling them for double what we got, something they weren’t worth.
If Axe isn’t careful, he will make himself more enemies than just us.
“Fuck, I knew we should have burned down Big Mackenzie’s,” Viper groans, and I raise a brow at him as Venom and Psycho snort.
“I thought we agreed yesterday that plan was off the table because you, Venom and Psycho fucked Michelle and want another round?” I ask, and Psycho snaps, “I didn’t fuck her!” and I look his way and raise a brow.
He sighs, “Ivy called, so I went to help her instead. Her fucking car broke down again, and somebody,” he sides eyes Venom, “was busy getting his dick sucked and ignored her calls.”
Venom winces and mumbles, “I already feel like shit about that, especially knowing Grandad was usually the one she’d call. I don’t need you making me feel worse.”
I wince before looking back at the TV and sigh.
Thousands worth of damages were done, not as much as what we got for their guns, but thousands nonetheless, and a manager with a concussion.
“Surely this can’t all be because of your mother’s shit?” Fury questions.
I reply, “It doesn’t feel like it, but what else could it be?
” I look around at the brothers, “We’ve kept the peace for years.
None of us have poached on their territory.
None of us had taken a pop at the girls or stolen their property for personal reasons.
They’ve declared war, and now is the time to fight back.
They don’t even care if civilians get caught in the crossfire,” I nod to the TV as an elderly man gets a bullet to his head, “This is proof of that. The cops don’t want answers, they want us to deal with it. ”
“So, we take out their biggest source of income first – the diner while intercepting their runs,” Venom says.
“I’m sure Michelle can find another job, besides, it was just sex, and the bitch tried poking holes in my condoms this morning when I went for a second round so the bitch can burn with the rest of the place. ”
The brothers all nod, and dark chocolate eyes pop into my head.
Her name tag said Luna, but to me, she looked more like a Princess who wanted to escape life. I saw the pain she tried to hide in her eyes, the bags lining underneath them.
She had a fire within her, but she’s breaking and fuck me, I want her.
“I say we burn it tonight,” Fury growls.
Venom adds, “I’m up for that.”
“We’ll hold off on the diner for now,” I cut in quickly, needing more time to figure a way to get this woman in my bed, something I never had to do before but burning down her income would most likely put me on her shit list and my dick won’t get any action.
The brothers look my way with raised brows and I hide my wince.
“Is this about the waitress?” Psycho asks, and Fury questions, “What waitress?”
“Our Pres here got sidetracked when we were at the diner by another waitress. She was hot as fuck,” Viper says, and I fist my hands under the table before I grab his neck and strangle him. His words, for reasons I don’t know or understand, are fucking pissing me off.
“It’s not about the waitress,” I snap, more ferocious than anticipating, causing the brothers to smirk. I take a deep breath and say calmly, “It’s about the waiting game. We’ll start with the two prospects in the basement first.”
“Sure, Pres,” Venom says, “So you won’t care that Michelle mentioned that Luna won’t be at work today because she has college at Rose Meadow’s Clearview College meaning I could go in and fuck her in the staff room?”
A lump forms in my throat, and the urge to run out here and climb on my bike is high, but I swallow it and state, “No, I don’t give a shit, but what I do care about is questioning these fuckers,” I point to the paused screen, “and finding out what they know.”
The brothers don’t drop their smirks and shit-eating grins as they nod, and I roll my eyes before banging the gavel to end church, pissed that we haven’t gotten into the club’s finances or the subject of my mother.
Money has disappeared from Dark Angel’s Girls, and the last person seen in the office before the cash went missing was Snatch, who used to manage the girls before deciding to become a clubwhore. Then there’s my mother, demanding to be allowed to get a job outside of the club, pissing Dad off.
In all the time they’ve been together, she never worked and now suddenly she wants to find a job and she didn’t even say this to me herself, she messaged Dad for the first time in weeks, still giving us all the cold shoulder.
I think we need to allow her to come back inside the clubhouse and takeover with the clubwhores again. Since we banned her the bitches have been slacking, and I wanted to talk it out with the brothers, plus, it is weird as fuck that she's not fighting for her old lady cut.
Sighing, I stand, look around the room, and state, “In two days, another meeting will occur at six in the evening. After we question their prospects, we’ll devise a plan regarding the Furies and our revenge.
We need to discuss the two grand missing from Dark Angel’s Girls and my mother’s place within this club because, let's face it, she's the only one right now who can keep the fucking clubwhores in check with their jobs that have gone been shitty lately.”
The brothers nod, suddenly serious, and I walk around the table and out the door.
I have some soon-to-be dead fuckers to question.
I lick my bottom lip as I watch Venom punch the man sitting on the chair in the middle of the room in the face.
The basement holds a metal, soundproof room with a singular chair in the middle. Chains are attached to the floor and wrapped around the man’s wrists, holding his arms down on the chair so he can’t move, chains are also wrapped around either foot.
The first prospect knew nothing. After two hours of interrogating him while his friend watched on with fear, all he could tell us was that he was told to ransack the club and to kill anyone who got in their way, civilian or not.
One thing that did stick was his confusion over why only prospects are being sent out to do Axe’s dirty work.
Venom has been hitting the second guy for the past ten minutes, not getting a word out of him. Every question he asks, the guy keeps his mouth shut, and I don’t know if it’s because he really doesn’t know or if he thinks the Furies are worse than us.
The man is an idiot, though, because once I get involved, he’ll sing like a canary.
Everyone knows my reputation with a blade.
The guy's head lolls back, his eyes rolling, and I chuckle, “Don’t let him pass out, brother. We can’t get information from an unconscious man.”
Venom grunts and steps back, causing the man to blink and look up. He is probably confused as to why Venom has stepped away from him, and Cannon chuckles, looking at the soon-to-be dead guy with glee.
Every time we torture someone, Cannon is always present because, well, the fucker is a loose cannon, hence his road name.
Growing up, our generation knew if Cannon was disciplining us, then we were to be scared, and having him around here, he gives off mean energy.
Case in point, the side eye the guy gives him, swallowing hard before he looks at Venom again who tilts his head my way and slowly, I get my blade out of my boot, and the man's dark hazel eyes widen, and fear shines.
“Now, I’ve sat back and watched you and your buddy there,” I nod to the slumped dead man beside him, “keep quiet, and you see, I can’t keep hanging back anymore,” I crouch before him and try to look apologetically and say, “Our bar manager, a normal, hardworking civilian was attacked, an elderly man lost his life, and you know I can’t let that go right? ”
He swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bopping, and he stutters, “I-I, please, I didn’t hurt-hurt anyone.”
I hum and remind him, “But you did rape a girl, freshly turning twenty-one in the corner of the club, thinking we wouldn’t notice,” his face pales despite the blood already marring it, “And there is one thing I hate the most, it’s rapists.”
His breathing picks up as I slowly bring my blade up and line the point of it at his eye. He quickly turns his head, but Cannon is behind him instantly, holding it still, and he screams, “Please, please, I’m sorry, please…”
Smirking, I stand and stab the blade into his right eye with force.
He screams and thrashes in the chair, making the men chuckle, and I quickly remove the blade, blood pissing out of his eye, making me smirk with satisfaction.
“Please, please, please,” he sobs, “j-just kill me, please have mercy…”
I tilt my head and remind him, “Ah, just like you had mercy on that girl or on my club?” I crouch in front of him again and state, “My brother here asked you a question earlier. Why is Axe so determined for a war?”
He breathes heavily and admits, “I-I don’t know if it is him,” and the brothers still as I stand in shock.
“What the fuck does that mean?” Psycho demands and the guy cries, “Brock has b-been g-giving the orders, not Axe.”
“Who is Brock?” I demand to know, digging the blade into his hand. He screams, “Our VP, he’s our VP. Please have mercy, please.”
Mother fucker.
“He has given out all the demands,” he cries, “not Axe, never Axe. We just thought they were coming from him, but no other brother knew what we were doing, so I don’t know…”
Anger vibrates through me, and I pull the blade out of the fucker’s hand and give him what he’s asked for and bring it to his neck and like I did with Luna two days ago, I hold it over the skin, but instead of pulling back like I did with her, I slice it across his neck.
Blood instantly pours, and he thrashes in the chair as choking sounds echo around us before his head drops and his chest stops moving.
His words echo in my head, and I wipe the bloodied blade against my jeans. If what he said is true, Axe has bigger problems than a war with us.
Having a brother betray you is the worst, especially if you’re close.
Taking a deep breath, I command, “Venom, start watching the VP Brock. I want to know his every move.”
“Do you think Axe is oblivious to Brock's actions?” Cannon asks, and I shrug and admit, “I don’t know, but what I do know is that every time something has happened, it has been prospects.” I look his way to see a scowl etching his features, and I say, “The VP has a lot of control over prospects, so it is possible Brock is trying to start a war to help his club, maybe wanting more territory.”
“Or?” Viper questions.
I sigh as I put my fists on my hips and state, “Or he’s trying to start a coup and take over Axe’s role within the club. He takes Axe out, then us, and he has all the power.”
The brothers curse, and I state, “Let’s watch him for now, figure out his shit before we take action, meaning,” I wince, “meaning we don’t retaliate from what they did at the club.”
The brothers curse louder, and I nod because, yeah, chopping these fuckers up and sending them to the club, body part by body part, would have been really satisfying, but we can’t. We need to see what the next move would be.
“Watch him, Venom, with fucking everything,” I command, and he nods once.
I nod to Fury to get our own prospects down here and clean up the mess. I know the place will need bleaching once the furnace burns their bodies to ashes before the sprinklers come on. I turn and head out of the room, needing a shower before I get on my bike.
I have a woman to go see. I can already hear the hitch of her breath due to my closeness. I can already see her body's reaction when I whisper in her ear.
After the other night, she piqued my interest, something no woman has managed before. Instead of being scared of me, she stood up to me. She was afraid of having to stab me, but I know, despite my words, she would have used that blade, and that only made her more interesting to me.
She didn’t fawn all over me, she didn’t beg me to fuck her.
She's a breath of fresh air I didn't realize I needed. I’ve been bored of the clubwhores, and now this fiery little princess has me hooked, and I don’t think I’ll move on until I feel her sweet pussy strangling my cock.
I smirk. She will fight me, but I can’t wait for the challenge.