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

Fury – Twenty-Three Years Old

Lacey, a club hang-around who wants to be a clubwhore bites her cherry red bottom lip as she twirls her hair in her finger. Her green eyes take me while she slowly walks towards me, her black mini skirt barely covering her ass and my cock twitches as I smirk.

She’s hot, so I’ll give her that.

“Hey, Fury,” she says with a husk, her eyes full of lust, and I tilt my head.

Fury, not a name I thought I’d get, but when a prospect tried attacking my mama, thinking she was a hang-around because she didn’t have her cut on, which she hates to wear when gardening, thought attacking a woman who said no is alright, to begin with…

I lost my cool and nearly killed the fucker in front of people.

Venom and Viper pulled me off him as he groaned, bleeding like mad, while the brothers grinned as my mother shook her head and muttered, “Always full of fury,” and the name stuck.

I was fifteen, and he was also my first kill that night in our torture chamber.

I quickly look around the room and smirk seeing no old ladies are about, all finally gone home and I order, “Get on your knees,” and she gasps with happiness, doing as I ask.

Her hands quickly go to my jeans, undoing the belt, the clanking noise hitting my ears before she undoes them and promptly puts her hand in the gap, pulling my now hard cock out, giving it a gentle squeeze as she strokes it up and down, licking her lips.

I groan, “Lick the tip, my little slut, taste me,” and she leans forward, making eye contact with me as she pokes her tongue out, the tongue piercing in view before she licks the seam, and I bite my bottom lip.

I haven’t fucked Lacey before and though she has fucked Venom and Viper, she has had her sights set on me for weeks, so I thought I’d give her a go.

Lacey gently twirls her tongue around my tip before sucking the head, causing my balls to tighten, and I moan, throwing my head back, enjoying the sensations running through me.

Fuck she’s good with her mouth.

I look back down as she cups my balls and rolls them while deep-throating me, her piercing rubbing against my length, giving me the extra pleasure as I hit the back of her throat, and instead of gagging, she swallows around me like a fucking pro.

She quickens her pace as my breathing picks up, sucking while moving her head back and forth, and I groan as my spine tingles, and she squeezes my balls before I let loose.

I grab hold of her head and begin to thrust hard and fast, using her mouth for my own needs.

Lacey continues sucking as I thrust while rolling my balls, and I groan as cum spurts from the tip, painting her throat. I thrust forward, deep enough to hit the back of it, ensuring all my cum goes down, not needing to be trapped and she allows me as she grips my ass and swallows everything.

I breathe hard as I pull out of her and smirk as she licks her lips and slowly stands, her hand gripping my semi-hard dick, clearly wanting a fuck and I am all for it.

“Brother,” Blade snaps from beside me, and Lacey freezes while I sigh and look his way. He gives me a wince as he states, “The Pres has requested to see you in his office immediately.”

Anger and disappointment shine in his eyes, and I furrow my brows as I pull back from Lacey, who whines, “But I didn’t get any…”

I ignore her and put myself away before moving past her and asking, “What’s wrong, you look ready to hit someone?”

Blade scoffs, “Yeah, I am, and it’s my fucking father,” making me wince and follow him down the hallway and into his dad's office.

Brick sits behind the large black desk, his face stoic, and I shut the door as Blade moves towards his father and stands beside him, basically vibrating with anger as he tries not to attack his dad, and I sigh.

Fuck’s sake, what is Brick up to?

“I need you to make friends with my daughter,” he states, not beating around the bush, and my eyes widen in shock while his son Blade, my best friend, tenses at his dad's words. His eyes glaring at him, clearly not on board with his father’s plans, plans I have no doubt his old lady who has pulled completely away from him would shoot him for.

“I am ordering you to become her friend and find out everything about her that you can before reporting back to me, and then I need you to get in her ear and convince her to contact me,” he demands, and I sigh.

The man has lost his fucking mind.

Years his daughter, Skylar, a name we only know because of her school records, Venom, who is an absolute whizz with computers, managed to find out, has wanted fuck all to do with him and Blade, and to be fair, you can’t blame her.

Her first impression of him is him shouting and screaming at her mama, for fuck’s sake, and he’s barely tried to speak to her since so this plan is ridiculous.

“I don’t want your opinions, just like I didn’t want my son’s, and my old lady is not to fucking find out.

She’s already causing enough shit with me after the feds escorted me home from trying to get into Melissa’s fucking trailer a few years ago.

Get the job done!” he states firmly and I nod once while Blade looks down shaking his head, clearly not happy with his father’s plan but knows I can’t say no to it.

If my president tells me to jump, then I ask how fucking high. He knows it because he’s having to do the exact same thing, especially with him learning the ropes to become Pres next year while I’ll take over as the club's Enforcer.

Psycho will become VP, Viper the Sargent in Arms, and Venom the Road Captain, while Cain, who we grew up with but had a shitty home life and is currently serving in the Army, will return in four years and become the Treasurer after a year of prospecting.

Us younger generation are getting ready to take over and become officers of the club, to help earn the brothers more money.

Being an officer is a privilege and hard fucking work but we’re ready and the fact we get more money than the regular brothers and get to build a home on club property is even better while the women, the clubwhores would give anything to snatch one of us any way possible.

So he says jump, I say how high until he’s no longer Pres.

“Good,” he snaps me out of my head, “Go now. She should be at college. Venom will give you the address.”

I make eye contact with Blade, his jaw ticking, but he nods, knowing not to go against his dad, and I swallow my sigh and turn, leaving his office.

The man is making a mistake big time and after this, Anna will want fuck all to do with him and I can’t say I blame her either.

I walk into the common room, and Lacey gasps, “Finally, I’m so horny after blowing you,” as she grips my arm, but I shrug her off and shout, “ Yo, Venom,” and the fucker looks my way with a brow raised, ignoring the clubwhore vying for his attention.

I nod to the office Brick gave him for his computer shit, and he nods once and shoves the girls out of his way, and walks over while Lacy scowls at me.

Again, I ignore her as he asks, “What’s up?”

“Need your help, brother,” I state and walk away from Lacey and down towards the officer's offices with Venom following.

I gently tap my leg as I eye the students milling around, chatting while the women openly check me out, but I ignore them looking for a certain girl with black hair and dark blue eyes trying to figure out a meet cute fucking way of introducing myself where I don’t look like a fucking creep.

I have to admit, she’s hot by the picture that is in her student file, but she also doesn’t want fuck all to do with the club, which is why I’m currently leaning against my dark red truck and not wearing my cut. I feel fucking naked without it.

The things you do for your Pres, and god fucking help me when Anna finds out, she’ll have my fucking head.

Not because I think she doesn’t want Brick to get to know his daughter, she’s spent years looking the other way whenever he’d bitch about how his daughter walked straight passed a brother or him without any acknowledgment but more because of how he’s now going about trying to get in contact instead of speaking to her himself.

Anna is all for the girl code, even with her husband's illegitimate child, though some brothers, prospects, and clubwhores have tried stirring shit, claiming Anna threatens Skylar in the street.

Brick believes them, causing Anna to pull back even further after she tried denying it once and he took away her car keys as punishment.

She has since bought her own with the money her parents left her, which has only caused more tension between the couple because Bricks seeing there are few things he can use to control her to his liking.

“Oh my god, he is gorgeous,” I hear a girl whisper, and I roll my eyes behind my shades before something near the corner of the building catches my attention, and I smirk.

Fucking gotcha.

Wearing jeans and a simple tee, Skylar is walking towards study hall carrying shit loads of books, completely oblivious to her surroundings, her head down and by the looks of things, has headphones in.

Perfect.

I push off my truck and grab my phone before rushing towards her, a plan forming, a stupid one, but it is the only one I can fucking think of. The girls all openly stare at me, but I ignore them and pick up my speed before she gets near the steps hoping this fucking works.

Damn, Brick, don’t know what he was thinking about sending me, someone who is five years fucking older than her, to get her to talk.

Maybe it’s because I’m the youngest of the newer generation other than Ivy, Venom’s little sister and Psycho’s best friend, who is adamant to leave for New York.

Though if you ask me, that’s just an escape route from watching Psycho, the love of her fucking life fuck around, something I don’t think she realizes he wouldn’t do if she just opened her mouth.

It doesn’t mean shit if us brothers try to tell him, unless it comes from Ivy, he won’t do shit, scared she’ll resent him and petrified he’ll cheat and hurt her like Glock does to Ivy’s mama, Jessica and his father to his mama.

The older generation aren’t very fucking faithful to the women they claim to love, and all that has done is make my generation not want a woman for life.

I place myself in Skylar’s path and take a deep breath as I slow my pace and look down at my phone, unlock it, and pretend to be busy on it before bracing myself.

Fuck I hope she isn’t the type of girl to throw a hissy fit when someone bumps into her.

A gasp echoes as I bash into her, and I grunt, playing the part, ensuring to drop my phone in the process, hoping my screen doesn’t shatter before her books splatter on the floor, papers going everywhere, and fuck do I wince.

“Oh my god, I am so sorry. I wasn’t looking where I was going,” she gasps, her voice going through me, and I look at her, our eyes locking.

Fuck me, her picture doesn’t do her justice.

She’s fucking stunning.

Her pure black hair is up in a messy knot, and her face is clear of makeup.

Shame she’s a fucking job…

“It’s uh, it’s alright. I wasn’t looking either,” I grunt as I crouch down and grab my phone before I begin to grab all her textbooks, and she quickly joins me.

“I really am sorry,” she says a few minutes later, and I half smile at her as we stand before I carefully hand her the heavy textbooks, placing them on top of the ones she picked up, my hand gently brushing against her.

Electric volts shoot through me, and I look at her hand with a frown.

What the fuck was that?

Shaking my head, I clear my throat and say, “It’s okay,” and she gives me a slight smile before looking at her watch and winces. “Late for something?” I ask, already knowing she teaches in study hall for extra cash, and she sighs.

“Yeah, a student asked for my help with auditing,” she admits, and I smile.

“So you’re smart then, huh?” I confirm with a chuckle, and her cheeks heat as she admits, “Yeah, just not very socially smart, I guess.”

I chuckle, “Well, we can’t have it all,” and she snorts.

Clearing her throat, she says, “I’m Skylar.”

I grin, “Nyx, it’s nice to meet you, precious.”

She raises a brow and questions, “Precious?”

I shrug and admit, “You just seem really sweet, is all…”

Her cheeks heat again, and I swallow hard. I didn’t mean to call her precious, fuck, I don’t even know where it came from.

She hums, then checks her watch again before stating, “Well, uh, I’ve got to get going.”

I nod and say, “Sure, it was nice meeting you.”

“You too, Nyx,” she whispers, and my heart skips, but I swallow the emotion, and just as she goes to walk past me, I say, “You know I’m new to town and could do with a friend, even a clumsy one like you.”

She laughs as she grabs her pen before she writes her number, which I already have, on the corner of her workbook before tearing it off and handing it to me.

I take it willingly and say, “Thanks, I’ll call you,” and she grins, shaking her head before waving at me, then rushing up the stairs, and my soft smile disappears, hating that I have to do this.

Walking backward while getting my phone out, I turn and quickly bring Blade’s number up.

“Fury?” he answers on the second ring.

“It’s done, she gave me her number,” is all I say before I hang up, a pit in my stomach building, but I swallow it down, knowing I need to do what my president orders, even if I don’t agree with him.

Skylar is sweet, too sweet for the likes of the club and the brothers fucking around on their old ladies, and she certainly doesn’t need to be around Anna and be reminded she was a result of a fucked up situation, but unfortunately, Brick doesn’t give a shit.

All that man cares about is himself.

Hopefully, though, I’ll only have to do this for a few weeks then I won’t have to speak to her again.