Page 4 of Blade (The Dark Angel’s MC #1)

She caused this. Skylar’s birth is on her for opening her legs just to try and get under my father’s skin, or so Dad accused, wanting more control. I'm not stupid, Dad shouldn't have retaliated like he did, but Skylar is here now, and the past can't be changed.

I sniff hard. I have tried my fucking hardest to get Skylar to talk to me, and it doesn’t matter how many times I have tried to corner her, she walks away without a word.

“Have you told Dad?” I ask, and he scoffs.

“It was more like I snapped at Anna in front of the entire club. He lost it and decided she could stay at the house, and he’d stay at the club for the time being, she didn't contest it. If anything, she looked happy,” he sighs, and I slowly close my eyes.

“She needs reigning in Blade and fucking fast. Skylar doesn’t deserve to be treated like shit because she was born.

You know she only has her mother, and we both know, fuck, the whole club knows Melissa has most likely told her all about your dad throwing money at her to have an abortion.

She needs to be here, where she belongs, and with her mother out of her ear,” he says, and I nod, knowing he is right.

Melissa is conniving. At first, I thought she didn’t tell Dad about Skylar because he told her to get rid of her, but it turns out I was wrong. Her boyfriend at the time apparently convinced her to keep Skylar, or that is what Melissa gloated about when Dad confronted her.

The money Dad gave her for a termination was used on something else, something Dad still has no idea what, and has enjoyed the money from the state, or well, she did.

Now Skylar works her ass off to pay some of her mother’s bills while Melissa strips back at Devil’s Angels girls, something Dad ensured just so his daughter got a better life than she most likely had.

He gave her more money a month than the other women got, hoping that one day Melissa would convince Skylar to see him and the club. But every month, even now, Skylar has refused contact.

I can still remember the look she had when she found out she had a brother and a father.

Fucking heartbreak.

“Call Fury and get him to finish the Chevrolet, old man Trivers will be here in two hours to pick it up. I need to make a call and defuse the situation with the Furies, and then I’m going to get my dick sucked to calm me down so that I don’t strangle my fucking mother when I confront her about her behavior.

Don’t tell Fury what happened, we don’t need him losing it too! ” I say quietly, and he sighs.

“What about Skylar?” he asks, and I swallow hard.

Out of all the brothers, Psycho and I are probably the closest, meaning, in his eyes, Skylar is his sister as well. We’re all missing out on a woman who is smart as fuck, going to college on a full scholarship to become a lawyer while also working full time at the supermarket.

“I’ll try to track her down at college tomorrow,” I answer him as I look his way. He winces, but I shake my head and remind him, “It’s the only way to get to her. She still lives with Melissa.”

I stand straight, and he nods curtly and gets his phone out of his jeans pocket while I grab mine from my workbench and walk out of the garage into the club's large front parking lot. I bring up a number I really didn’t want to have to fucking call and press the button.

Sighing, I put the phone to my ear as it rings.

“Blade,” Axe answers curtly after three rings.

“Thought I owed you a courtesy call after the shit my mother caused this afternoon with one of your brothers,” I say tightly.

He sighs and replies, “I appreciate the call, but it isn’t necessary. Brock will get over it and besides the fucker shouldn’t have opened his mouth.”

Opened his mouth?

I shake my head and mutter, “At least let me pay for any damages to his bike.”

He snorts, “It was barely a scratch, and it’s sorted, so no hard feelings. The truce is still in place –”

His words are cut off when a voice in the background says, “Yo, Axe. You wanted me to let you know when your sister is back from work…”

Axe growls, “Fuck’s sake, prospect, try knocking first!”

I don’t hear the guys reply, but I do smirk when Axe mumbles, “Fucking prospects!” and I chuckle and state, “Can’t fucking get them nowadays.”

Axe snorts, “No shit…. look, Blade, thanks for the call. I do appreciate it, and don’t worry about Brock he’ll live and hopefully he’ll learn to keep his thoughts to himself regarding your mother’s family, now, I’m sorry to cut the call short, but I have a certain sister to confront.

She’s been dodging me since I found out she’s leasing an apartment without speaking to me first.”

I frown as he hangs up, confused by his words, and I drop my arm and shake my head.

I get it, I do. If I had a choice, Skylar would be here where she’s safe, but Mama screwed shit up, and she is one of the big reasons why I won’t ever have an old lady. She’d ruin things out of jealousy, knowing her spot would lessen in the club.

Fuck…

Sighing, I start my trek to the clubhouse two hundred yards away to find Snatch or maybe Destiny, or both.

I need a release before I confront my mother and hopefully get some answers because Axe’s call has just confused the fuck outta me.