Page 8 of Blade (The Dark Angel’s MC #1)

Blade

“You’re sure this is one of their properties?” I confirm with Venom as we sit astride our bikes, looking over the light blue and white diner with flowers planted along the wall that is swimming with people coming and going.

Big Mackenzie’s Grub is the best diner on this side of Classic Valley. It's a diner we’re going to shut down, hitting the Furies where it hurts most.

Venom and Viper have been watching the Furies brother’s for the past three weeks and they’ve been aware of every move they make.

They’ve followed each brother and prospect with cameras, while Venom has hacked into their business accounts, and managed to hack into some of their phones, giving us intel on their runs.

After two runs, we’ve now intercepted and destroyed their stash after tying up the brothers that accompanied the van that they used for their gear, not willing to kill them.

Unlike the Furies, we have some fucking morals.

The prospects that were involved in killing Macky are all dead, and that was enough for the club. An eye for an eye and all that.

After finding them within hours of watching the CCTV footage, we spent three hours torturing them, and not one of them could explain why they had to burn down our warehouse, why they had to kill Macky.

As prospects, they were doing what they were told by their Pres and given no reason as to why.

The brothers and I agreed that even after watching one of their own get a knife stabbed into his eye, they kept to their original story while pissing themselves that they knew nothing.

They weren’t given any details, only told to do their job and kill anyone who gets in their way, and now, all eight are dead, their body parts dropped off at their clubhouse to send a message.

Don’t fuck with us.

I was going to call it even after we killed the fuckers who killed Macky, willing to keep the treaty intact.

I was going to give Axe a courtesy call, but instead, two of our brothers were run off the road by more of the Furies’ prospects on their way back from collecting loans.

They didn’t see it coming, but Dirty did see the Fury cut when one of them got out of the van and stole the money they had collected from our customers.

Not very fucking smart of them to wear their cuts unless Axe wanted us to know it was him retaliating for the death of the prospects killing one of our own.

Thankfully Dirty and Charter are both okay, only having some road rash to their sides, but their bikes are fucked, needing a lot of work done to get them road worthy again. The Furies have declared war, and war they shall get, meaning, hurting them where it hurts most, their finances.

“Yes,” Venom confirms, “And it’s not just any property brother, it’s their top earning property after their gun smuggling business.”

I smirk. We’ve already got four brothers watching their warehouse at the docks. As soon as their shipment arrives, we’ll intercept and ship it to our buyers in Mexico.

“Let’s head inside then, scope out the place ready for tonight,” I state as I climb off my bike, eager to get this shit over with.

I have a ton of fucking paperwork to finish before our raid tonight on this place before burning it down and I wouldn’t mind getting my dick sucked by a clubwhore to take the edge off.

“Fucking Axe…” I mutter.

I have enough shit to deal with where my mother is concerned than to have to deal with this as well. She’s gone quiet, too fucking quiet. She’s ignoring my calls, not messaging the brothers back when they’ve contacted her and Dad has mentioned she hasn’t said one word to him.

I’d say she’s punishing us for blaming Macky’s death on her, for kicking her out of the clubhouse but the prospect we have watching her said she looks fucking fine each time he’s seen her, happy even.

The woman hasn’t tried to come back into the clubhouse, she hasn’t tried to get into anyone’s business.

I’m confused as fuck over the situation.

Venom, Viper, and Psycho follow my lead and climb off their bikes. As soon as they dismount, the brothers enter the diner first, going in front. A bell rings above the door to announce our presence, and I look around as I come in behind them, my eyes taking everything in.

It’s not much different from the Dark Angels’ diner.

It's light and airy, giving it a welcome feeling for families.

Light yellow and white booths and light gray tables are visible.

My eyes scan the room full of customers, some with kids, some in business attire, and some on their own, all content and happy.

Guess the service is good here. Shame we have to burn it down.

I eye each person in the room, not seeing a Fury cut, brother, prospect, or old lady, and I look towards the light gray counter. Again, several people occupy the space, either on their phones or talking away, food in front of them, no cut in sight.

Hmmm.

“Shame Axe fucked us over to start a war because this place is alright. Fuck, I’d even eat here,” Psycho mumbles, and I hum in agreement, eyeing the staff next.

A woman with ginger curly hair watches us with wide eyes, but you can’t miss the lust in them. The hazel darkens, and her pupils dilate as she looks at Venom and then Viper.

She’s hot with a good rack that she has partially on view, and Venom obviously agrees with the smirk he has going on as he looks her up and down.

“Double dip?” he mutters to Viper, who chuckles but nods, eyeing the woman. Psycho snorts then coughs, “Dirty dogs,” and I shake my head as the woman bites her bottom lip seductively.

I swear I can’t take these three anywhere.

Ignoring the woman now eyeing me or more like the patch I’m wearing. I look at the only other staff member in sight and fuck me, I swallow my tongue.

Curves that make men weak at the knees, tits that despite being covered, make my mouth water, and skin that looks so soft, I want to run my tongue over it.

I slowly look over the waitress as I lick my bottom lip, my eyes taking in her caramel hair in a messy bun before I take in her facial features.

A small button nose with freckles dusting it, full, kissable lips that I want to bite, and…I suck in a breath as I lock eyes with the mesmerizing dark chocolate brown eyes that instantly strike me as electric sparks shoot through me, and I feel like I can’t look away, that I’m locked in.

What the fuck?

“You good with that Pres?” Viper asks, and I blink, breaking the connection with the waitress.

What the fuck was that?

Wait, fuck, what did Viper say?

Instead of answering, I look toward the woman again only to see her look at the other waitress and whisper something, causing the ginger woman’s face to light up as she practically runs over to us while unzipping more of the front of her yellow dress, her hot pink bra further in view while the other waitress looks my way once more but soon rushes over to the pass to pick up some food.

She doesn’t want to serve us?

Is it our cuts?

What the actual fuck?

I chew my bottom lip as I watch her ass sway while she walks away, and my dick perks up as I imagine those legs wrapped around my head as I eat her pretty pussy out.

Okay, so my dick does more than perk, it stands in attention, and he likes what he sees.

“Yo, Blade?” Psycho says, snapping me out of my lustful thoughts, and I blink again and look towards my brothers.

Viper frowns and asks, “You good?”

I clear my throat, resist the urge to look at the other waitress, and state, “Yeah, sorry, what did you say?”

“I was saying, I think we should sit for a while, eat some grub while scouting the place out,” Venom replies, and I nod once, agreeing while trying to get my head back where it should be just as the ginger waitress stops in front of us, breathing heavy.

“Fuck, I can smell her arousal from here,” Viper whispers, and Psycho snorts while I smirk because he’s not wrong.

The woman also has patch chaser written all over her, and if these men are stupid enough to go there, well, then, more fool them, I guess. And I know one thing, I won’t be bailing them out this time.

“Hey, gentleman, my name is Michelle, and I’ll be your server today,” she says sultrily, and Venom mutters, “I bet you will be…”

I swallow my chuckle and state, “A table for four if you have one.”

She looks my way and licks her bottom lip before biting it. Then she nods and whispers, “Follow me, gentlemen,” and walks away.

I roll my eyes at her confidence that she has my eyes on her, a president, and nod to the brothers to follow her.

They smirk before all three of them decide to do rock, paper, scissors to see who gets to fuck her first. I shake my head and walk around the tables.

My eyes go to the other waitress serving an elderly couple, a sweet, small smile on her heart-shaped face.

Fuck I’d bet those lips would feel amazing around my cock.

“Here are your menus,” Michelle says as she places the plastic menus on the table. Then she bites her bottom lip, pushes her chest out as she moves out of our way, and we take a seat.

She asks, “Can I get you all a drink while you decide what you want to eat?”

“Coffee’s all around, sweet cheeks,” Viper says, and the woman’s cheeks heat, proving she’s all bark and no bite.

I shake my head as I grab the menu but don’t look through it.

Instead, my eyes wander to the other waitress for the third time.

She’s refilling the saltshakers at the counter, her attention everywhere but here, making me frown.

We locked eyes, and she was interested. I could see her pulse racing in her neck and her pupils were dilated, so why in the fuck is she not walking over here trying to get my attention like Michelle here?

Women flock to me, and I’m not trying to toot my own horn, they just fucking do. They love that I’m a Pres, they love that I wear overalls and that I’m a grease monkey, and they fucking love that I make them come before I do, yet this woman isn’t even looking at me.

Why?

More importantly, why do I care?

Michelle says, “I’ll be over with your drinks in a moment,” but I don’t acknowledge her and I don’t take my eyes off the beauty at the counter, talking to customers without looking up from her task.

I want her to look at me, but instead, she puts the refills away, turns, and walks down a hallway, and I blink in shock.

“No one ever walks away from me,” I claim out loud and the brothers look my way with a raised brow, but I just shake my head, baffled.

I’m a fucking catch, yet she walked away.

What the fuck?

I lean back in the booth, raise my thumb, and rub it along my lip, instantly intrigued by this woman.

I was supposed to return, ransack the place, and set it alight tonight.

I was supposed to get revenge for the Furies causing shit, but I think my plan has changed, at least for tonight anyway.

I want that waitress. I want her up against the wall, her legs wrapped around my waist while I fuck her hard, making her moan my name.

“Brothers, change of plan for tonight,” I say as I keep my eyes on the gap in the hallway.

I feel the brothers look my way before they pay attention to where I’m looking, just in time for the waitress that I can see riding my dick while I suck those generous tits walk back into the room, still refusing to look my way.

Venom, Viper, and Psycho chuckle, and I mutter, “We’ll carry the plan out in few days because tonight, I’m getting my dick wet.”

Never have I put club business second to pussy, but this certain caramel-haired woman has intrigued me, and I don’t know if that is a good or a bad thing for her.

Michelle puts our drinks on the table, and I pick my coffee up, taking a sip, pleasantly surprised by how good it tastes while eyeing the other waitress, visions of her and I filling my head, making my dick hard, and I smirk.

I’ve never had to chase pussy before, but I guess there’s a first time for everything because I want this woman, even if just for tonight.