Page 15 of Blade (The Dark Angel’s MC #1)

Blade – A Week Later

I slowly run my tongue along my bottom lip as I check my phone for the fifth time in the past ten minutes. I am trying not to look like a lost fucking puppy, knowing that is exactly how I feel lately.

She’s late, and even though Fury is still here, I’m pissed she hasn’t shown up. No, I’m more than fucking pissed, I’m livid, and I’m so fucking ready to wreck this place.

For the past week she has ignored me. Every text, every call, nothing, radio fucking silence and I’m angry, no furious.

I never chase after a girl, and yet with this one, I did.

I never call or text a girl, and here I am, a week later, with several unread texts and missed calls and frustration builds deep inside.

She’s beginning to take front and center in my mind, and that is not a good fucking sign for a man like me with a shitload on his plate.

I shove my phone back in my pocket, seeing no missed call or text from Luna. I pay attention to Fury again as I try and squash the irritation this five-foot-five of a woman is building inside of me.

“I mean, two fucking grand Blade,” he snaps, running a hand through his short brown hair and I frown.

“Wait, two grand?” I ask, confused. Yeah, I wasn’t really listening to him, but with the anger and frustration he’s showing right now, I think I need to be.

Fucking Luna!

He scowls, “Seriously, that is the third time you’ve had me repeat myself!”

I wince and mumble, “Sorry, brother. My head just hasn’t been in it today. I’m listening.”

He sighs, “I swear the girl you keep bringing in here to fuck better contact you soon. Otherwise, I’ll go find her myself.”

I scowl at his words. “Fucking perspective fucker,” I mutter, and he snorts.

“That is my job, brother, to know what is going on with you always and enforce shit when it is required, and clearly, this girl needs enforcing before you break your phone or worse, our garage,” he states, and I mock glare his way because again, he reads me to fucking well.

He shakes his head, then sighs, “I was talking about the two grand that went missing at Dark Angel’s Girls yesterday. ”

“What the fuck?!” I snap, and suddenly, he has my entire fucking attention.

I’ll sort Luna out later because right now, someone needs fucking killing.

Fury nods, “Since allowing your mother back into the club or more like forcing her back, something you need to look into by the way, I had her watch Snatch, and guess who came out of the office at the same time the money disappeared and conveniently, guess which cameras had stopped working at the same time?”

I take a deep breath to calm my anger which was already brewing as it was because of a certain caramel-haired beauty, and I demand, “Where is the whore?”

He nods to the clubhouse and growls, “In the common room,” and I nod and confirm, “And Tate?”

Don’t need his sweet little girl seeing her favorite uncle going all Hulk on someone.

“With my mama at my house,” he says with a smirk, and I nod again, not questioning why she’s not in the common room sweet-talking the brothers before walking towards the clubhouse, not giving a shit that I’m still in my overalls.

Seems Snatch needs to remember exactly who I am and that just because we fucked months ago doesn’t give her a pass to do whatever she fucking wants, including stealing from us, and it’s time the clubwhores see what will happen if they steal from us if they take us for granted as Snatch has.

We don’t force them to fuck us, that is purely their decision and they know that, but we do pay them well to cook and clean as well as giving them board and stealing from us when we pay more than the average wage is not fucking acceptable.

I hear Fury following me as I keep up the pace, the dark door in my sight as Luna comes to mind yet again.

I’m not sure what happened for her to ice me out and not stick to our schedule, but as far as I’m concerned, if she isn’t here by the time I’ve kicked Snatch out, then I’m going after her, and the first place I’ll start is the fucking diner, and I don’t care if a Fury member sees me.

My dick doesn’t want any other bitch, he only wants her, and fuck it, so do I.

I slam into the clubhouse, the door banging against the wall, and look around the common room as the brothers who are still here pause their conversations, looking my way with confusion but also alertness.

I ignore them, and my eyes automatically go to where the clubwhores hang out in the corner and find all of them there.

They sit around doing their nails while eyeing up the brothers despite knowing we don’t allow any fucking in the common room during the day because of Tate.

I narrow my eyes and look around the common room to find shit on the floor, beer stains, trash and even a filled condom near the couches and my mama gagging as she cleans the mess on the tables and my nostrils flare.

Now I understand why Tate isn’t at the clubhouse riding on some brother's back and ordering them around like the sweet little thing she is. It isn’t because I’m about to make an example of Snatch, it’s more because of the state of this room.

What the fuck am I even paying them for?

“Clubwhores!” I boom loudly, putting my hands on my hips, getting their attention.

Some freeze, and some eye me, trying to figure out how mad I am or, more like, why, while Snatch just continues to paint her fucking nails, only further angering me for her disrespect.

Mama looks my way once then disregards me, taking the dirty dishes out without a word and I narrow my eyes.

Her fucking silent treatment is beginning to get on my nerves.

Growling with frustration, I focus on the task at hand and look back at the women. I tilt my head to the mess and ask, “Do we pay you enough, or do we not pay you enough?”

Chastity clears her throat, knowing I’m not one to be ignored, having been here long enough, and confirms, “You uh do, more so than most employers would.”

I hum and say, “And yet the common room looks exactly like it did last night,” and her light blue eyes widen, and she quickly takes the place in before her face pales.

I continue, “And I can guarantee, it has most likely been the old ladies cleaning up the kitchen with my mama front and center by the way she’s just gone into the kitchen with the dishes despite it being your jobs that we pay you to do,” I curl my lips at them, “Do any of you also notice a certain three-year-old not in here this morning running around? And I fucking wonder why, huh?”

Most of the clubwhores put their nail polish down, not needing it spelled out anymore, and scramble to stand and rush to the cleaning cabinet just outside the common room while Snatch stays sitting with Cherri and Lacy, and my nostrils flare with anger.

“What a fucking shocker that it’s those three that stay sitting,” Fury mumbles from beside me and I hum.

Lacy seems to think she has sway with what she does because of Tate but the bitch barely pays any attention to her unless Fury is in the room, and most of the time, Tate wants nothing to do with her.

The little three-year-old isn’t fucking stupid and knows a whore when she sees one.

Cherri is the same. After having Lake, she thinks she’s above everyone, and she isn’t because, again, her daughter has never stepped foot in the clubhouse, never called her, or even sent her a card for her birthday or Mother’s Day.

Cherri decided being a mother wasn’t good enough if her child didn’t belong to a brother and Randy, despite being a well-loved mechanic and club friend, she refused to connect with her daughter, a daughter none of us knew because of her.

Then there’s Snatch, the woman who, because I used to fuck daily, believes she’s about to get my cut despite me not touching her for three weeks – since meeting Luna.

“Cherri and Lacy, you both are on probation as of now until stated otherwise,” I state loudly, and both women look my way in shock.

I smirk “Caught fucking a brother, then you are both out. Don’t complete your jobs around the club, then you are both out.

My mother will supervise you both, and as of now, your pay has been decreased. ”

Cherri’s mouth opens and closes several times in shock while Lacy stutters, “I-I, you can’t kick me out. I’m Tate’s mama…”

I raise a brow and quickly hold my arm out as Fury steps forward to probably wring her neck.

I remind her, “You don’t even see your daughter unless her father is in the room, hoping he’ll see you as a doting mother that you’re not and give you his patch,” her face pales, “Now, we have it in writing that you were to work here with full pay and Fury would have full custody, meaning he doesn’t have to pay you a cent and won’t have to if you are not capable of conducting your jobs within the club,” I look between both women, “Get to fucking work. Now!”

They both scramble to get up and rush off after the other clubwhores, and my eyes go to Snatch, who has a shit-eating grin on her face as she continues painting her nails, and I curl my lip.

“Fucking bitch,” Fury mumbles, and I mutter back, “Which one?”

He snorts, “All of them,” and I nod and whisper, “Go search her room,” before I descend the few stairs leading to the front door and storm over to Snatch not waiting for his confirmation, already knowing that is why he followed me to the clubhouse.

When close, as she’s mid-stroke on her little finger, I grab her wrist, making her gasp and ruin her work.

“Blade…” She cries as I tighten my grip on her finger and drag her up out of her seat, feeling the eyes of everyone still at the club on me.

Snatch stumbles to keep up with me as I bring her to the middle of the common room.

The clubwhores are all watching from near the door, just catching in the corner of my eye, and without a second thought.

I bend Snatch’s wrist quickly and hard, and a snap can be heard before her knees buckle.

She falls to the screaming and crying in pain.