Page 1 of Fury (The Dark Angel’s MC #3)

Prologue

Fury – Age Thirteen

“ How fucking could she?” Brick shouts as he storms into the clubhouse, and I look up from where I’m sitting in the back doing my math homework in shock, my eyes wide as Eagle and my best friend Leo follow, looking concerned.

“Dad,” Leo says as he grabs the back of his dad's cut to stop him from trashing the common room, but Brick still manages to catch the stool and throw it causing a loud crash. His old lady rushes out from the kitchen with a frown to see what the ruckus is about, her light blue eyes assessing him from the doorway when noticing it’s her old man, not willing to go any further toward him instead she crosses her arms over her chest, but that isn’t a surprise.

Nothing surprises me anymore in this club.

Brick is the President of the Dark Angel’s MC, a club I grew up in.

My dad Bear because, well, he’s as big as one, is the current Enforcer, a role I am due to take over after I prospect in and learn the ropes.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m looking forward to the role, I will always have Leo’s back, especially when he takes over from his dad to run the place but I’m not looking forward to the prospecting phase.

A whole year of doing grunt work.

Cooking, cleaning, gate duty, bathroom duties, clearing up dead bodies…

I shiver as Brick smashes his foot into a table.

As I said, I’m not looking forward to the prospecting phase, but anyway, I’ve grown up in the club, so I’ve heard the stories.

Leo’s mama cheated with a prospect when he was four.

According to the brothers, Brick only ever had eyes for Anna and thought everything was peachy perfect until he walked into their room to see the prospect screwing her from behind. I also heard she was riding him while smirking at Brick along with her spread eagle as Brick, walked into the room.

That is the problem with the brothers, they get their stories mixed up.

In their eyes, she cheated for no reason what so ever so Brick did one better and screwed a woman that works at the club's strip club, Dark Angel’s Girls, only he got her pregnant.

She showed up here with a positive test a month later, expecting his patch.

He threw money at her to get rid of it, thinking that would make his problems go away, but it didn’t. Since then, Anna has done everything to get him to kick her out, knowing she can’t just leave but the brothers see it as her being a bitch.

She’s his old lady, a title reserved for brothers who view their women as forever, meaning they are not just married in the eyes of the law but also in the eyes of the club, and she receives all the benefits that come with it, including substantial financial rewards.

The brothers believe she’s just a bitch and needs putting in her place as she walks around strutting the cut while I, well, I’ve seen her crying in the corner. I’ve heard her sobbing in her room when I’ve gone to find my dad.

Heck, I’ve even seen her throw her cut on the floor, something that is forbidden with our kind.

The cut is sacred, including the old ladies' property patches.

All is not what it seems with the woman, and deep down, I know she doesn’t want to stay, which is why she’s not getting involved right now.

She doesn’t see it as her place any longer.

Brick cheated to get one back at her and got the woman pregnant, yet if it was the other way round, and she got pregnant, hell would have been paid, and there are also rumors she no longer allows him to touch her despite it being nearly eight years, rumors I think are true.

She shy’s away from him if he tries to wrap his arm around her waist.

“Leo, stand back, darling,” Anna says, still eyeing the situation while the clubwhores, who are supposed to be wearing day clothes but clearly have decided they are better than the rules with kids around, are in lingerie glaring at Anna, and I narrow my eyes at them.

Clubwhores are women who cook and clean alongside the prospects and keep the clubhouse in order. They get paid for it and have free boarding, but they are also patch chasers – women who want a brother's patch, especially Brick’s.

Several have tried to trap brothers with babies, Cherri succeeding, only not with a brother but with Randy, who works at Dark Angel’s motors on club property, believing he was a prospect, but as soon as she had found out, she popped the baby out and handed her over to him with legal papers so he gained full custody and has had nothing to do with her daughter.

No one even knows what the girl looks like.

Randy decided to homeschool her and keep her out of the brother's eyes.

Brick points at Anna and snaps, “I’m getting to know her. I don’t give a fucking shit what you say!”

Leo drops his head while I frown as Anna tilts her head and asks, “Get to know who, Brick?”

Brick’s jaw ticks at her using his road name, something I have only ever heard her call him, and he growls, “My fucking daughter,” and my jaw drops along with my pencil as everyone in the room gasps in shock as Anna drops her arms from over her chest and even from here I can see the betrayal, the pain.

Brick, completely ignoring her pain, states, “Melissa never had an abortion. I have an eight-year-old little girl meaning you,” he points at his old lady, “Need to keep your fucking mouth shut and stay away while I get to know her and maybe if you can prove you won’t harm her I’ll allow you near her but until then keep in your fucking lane,” he curls his lips at her and digs the knife in as he states, “Remember, she wouldn’t even have existed if you’d just kept your legs fucking closed instead of whoring yourself out! ”

Anna flinches as he storms down the hallway towards his office while everyone looks at Anna.

Some brothers smirk, clearly believing she deserves this punishment, causing my jaw to tick while my mama looks at her with tears in her hazel eyes.

“Please tell me he did not just announce he fathered another child to his old lady, someone he’s supposed to love unconditionally like that, and basically blame her for the child's existence?!” I hear Jessica, Jax’s mama snap, and the brothers, who were smirking, look down.

Fucking pricks.

“Mama?” Leo says quietly when she doesn’t move, still looking at where Brick was glaring at her, and she clears her throat, shaking her head a little before looking towards her son as she swallows hard, her throat bobbing.

“I uh, I need to uh head out for a little while. You’ll be alright with your dad?” she asks instead of answering his questions, her eyes clouding over.

She’s shutting off her emotions…

He frowns and asks, “How long will you be gone?”

Anna looks where the officer's offices are before looking back at her son and admits, “A few days,” and he flinches. “I need time, son,” she whispers, and he nods, his jaw ticking, and even from here, I can see his resentment, which is misplaced.

Leo is struggling with who is right where the whole prospect is involved, the same prospect who is apparently still walking around after claiming she came onto him despite some brothers believing Brick killed him. Others think he let him off to punish Anna.

Leo is standing by his dad, though. He has to, considering he’ll be taking over from him.

He nods again at his mama, who then looks down and walks around the common room, not making eye contact with anyone before leaving just as Brick re-enters the common room and looks around before making eye contact with his son and demands, “Where’s your mama?”

He sighs, “She’s gone for a few days. She needs time to process that you fathered someone else’s child and then called her a whore in front of the club like a prick!”

Brick winces and mutters, “Fuck,” before stating, “It’s probably for the best she’s not around for a few days. I need to get my head straight.”

He needs to get his head straight?

He’s not even going after his woman?

I shake my head, and as he turns back to the offices and my mama scoffs, “What a self-centered jerk!”

No one corrects her because, well, he kind of is being one right now, and no one will follow Anna because she can’t physically leave the club. Brick won’t allow it, he’d tie her to his bed before that happens not caring about her feelings, and she knows it.

Leo shakes his head before coming my way, taking a seat as he runs his hand through his black hair that he is apparently growing out.

“I’m never getting an old lady,” he growls, and I hum in agreement.

It’s just not worth the trouble. I mean, my parents are more loved up than ever despite the fact she can’t have any more kids after losing my baby brother last year, delivering him two months early after he died in the womb.

Their love is one for the ages.

But all the others, nah.

“Your mama looked ready to break,” I say quietly, and he nods, looking straight ahead before muttering, “She’s going to try her hardest to leave Dad, isn’t she?”

I clear my throat and look around the room before I admit, “She’s been trying to for years.

Everyone just wants to think she’s been a bitch for the attention, but yeah, she’ll try harder now because of how he just treated her.

It doesn’t matter what she did, he fathered another child, something he would have killed her for if it was the other way round and brother, you know it. ”

He groans as he leans back in the seat, and I follow as we watch everyone talk, most likely about Brick’s love child, while I silently admit that I’ll never have an old lady because, honestly, they’re too much hard fucking work.

Famous last words, though, right?

Skylar – Age Eight

I swallow hard as I gently run my fingers through Dixie’s golden fur, and she nuzzles into me, making me smile slightly.

I found her behind the trash at school, shivering, cold, and alone, so I snuck her into my backpack and brought her home, something Mama was not happy with, so she threw her outside in the rain.