Page 9 of Fury (The Dark Angel’s MC #3)
Skylar
“I am her mother, you will let me in immediately!” I hear growled from the waiting room, and I roll my eyes while continuing what I’m doing not even bothering to stop.
Mother, ha, she doesn’t even know the meaning of the word.
I should go out there to help Caitlyn, my receptionist, out, maybe kick Melissa to the curb for the fifth time this week, but then again, she did flirt with Fury last week when he showed up yet again, so I think I’ll act petty.
I shouldn’t feel jealous, I know this. He ended things with me after lying to me about his identity for a man who didn’t appreciate his wife until it was too late.
A man who threw money at Melissa’s feet to get rid of me before dropping the bomb that he got a club hang-around pregnant before then proceeding to make said hang-around a club girl.
I swallow hard and look over the accounts before me, my client four towns over needing someone to try and fix his old accountant's mess so he doesn’t end up in prison for tax fraud.
I thought I found my one with Fury. I even told Mama that I wanted her to meet him, that he was my forever, only to find out it was all a lie, that he used me.
I can see the love he has for me, I can see he wants me but once burned and all that.
I gave him my virginity, for Christ's sake, yet he was lying to me. How can we come back from that?
I shake my head. I really need to concentrate before Conner calls for an update on his accounts, and I also need to fill out the paperwork for my nonprofit organization, Angel’s Kids.
Yes, Mama named it after the club, and I allowed her, just as I put her name on the organization, and I encouraged her to take the lead role so she would have something more for herself.
She’s been a blessing since I graduated.
Not only has she helped me get this office up and running, but for a few years, she’s been behind the scenes with the nonprofit, and so far, we’ve managed to help over forty kids get out of the system and into loving homes.
All the while raising money for different homes around the state to give the kids still in the system more than what they can get, including a better education.
No one knows about the nonprofit, and that is how we want it to stay for now.
Shaking my head while ignoring Melissa out front, I grab my coffee mug and take a sip as my eyes go to the photos on my desk.
One is of Tate, grinning at my camera, a little girl I can’t help but see as my own, which probably makes me stupid, but Mama, like my friendships with Ivy, Raya, and now Lake, Randy, the mechanic for Dark Angel’s Motors daughter, knew I would grow a bond with the little sweetie pie.
She guaranteed it by continuously bringing her to my apartment.
Now, I feel like I am her mother, which is sad, really, considering I refuse to give her father a second chance.
The other two, one is me, Raya, Ivy, and Lake all grinning at the camera, little Tate in front pulling a silly face that brings a smile to my face, and the last one is Mama and me when I was ten.
We’re both grinning at the camera, a woman passing by taking the photo for us.
Mama is behind me, her head over my shoulder, both of us wrapped up warmly.
She had taken me ice skating for the first time…
I smile slightly, looking at how happy I was and I knew she’d always be there for me and I was right. After everything with Fury, she was holding me up…even after everything…
“Ah,” I cry and grip my stomach as I bend, my other hand clutching the bathroom sink, sharp shooting pains hitting my lower stomach.
Tears blur as wetness gathers between my legs, my shorts sticking to my skin, and my legs give out as more pain hits me hard, and I cry out again.
“Skylar?!” I hear Mama shout before the door to the bathroom opens, and I look up, tears coating my cheeks as I sob, Mama’s eyes wide with shock…
I lost a baby.
The doctor said I was eight weeks, so it was conceived our first time, but the stress caused me to lose it.
I, god, I hated Fury at that moment because while I was sobbing in the hospital room with Mama trying to hold me tight, he was with her, and I realized his truths are what partially caused my miscarriage, the stress and heartbreak of being lied to, breaking me, along with Melissa’s crap and school.
I hated him, and I resented that the club girl managed to have Tate while I lost my baby, which I felt guilty over after meeting her.
She isn’t to blame for her father’s actions.
“She is my daughter!” Melissa shouts, and I sigh, placing my coffee mug on my light gray desk as my door opens and Caitlyn pops her head in, her bleach blonde hair coming into view before she says, “You uh have a client,” lying through her fake teeth and Melissa shoves past her.
I think maybe I need a new receptionist…
“You have been ignoring me!” Melissa growls as she slams the door shut, and I raise a brow, but she ignores my look and eyes my light, homey-feeling office that Mama decorated for me.
Her nostrils flare with jealousy, and her foundation that has made her look orange, cracks at the scowl she currently has on.
While I have managed to make something of myself, something I am very aware wouldn’t have happened if it wasn’t for Mama, Melissa still strips at Dark Angel’s Girls, something Brick made happen for her along with her getting paid more than others, believing I would be fed and clothed.
A fool of a man.
I never saw a cent. It was Mama who fed and clothed me, Mama who picked me up from school and kept me with her until she knew Melissa and Peter were passed out, it was Mama at my graduations.
It was always my mama not this woman before me who only kept me in hopes of getting money at first from the state then from the man who fathered me.
Brick is a freaking idiot.
“What do you want, Melissa?” I ask with a snap in my voice when she continues to look at my office with pure jealousy and she looks my way with a glare, but I don’t flinch.
She knows what I’m capable of, though, I don’t think she realizes how dangerous I actually am.
“Mama, I need you,” I choke as my hand shakes so hard that I can barely keep my phone to my ear while Ivy stares at the white wall in shock.
“Sweet pea, what is it? Are you hurt?” she demands firmly as I hear rustling, and I cry, “Raya, she-she, she tried to get revenge, mama.”
Mama curses then snaps, “Where are you?!” and I reply, “The hospital…”
Ivy and I were supposed to meet Raya, but she was taking a while, and we decided to try to find her instead, and we did, bloodied and being attacked by one of the Hyena members while one lay dead on the floor, eyes wide.
She sought them out for her revenge, adamant to get rid of all members for what they did, but didn’t count on fighting two.
She was outnumbered and would have been dead if we hadn’t found her, and I did what I had to do at the time, but I’m now petrified she’s going to get herself killed in her need for revenge.
The Hyenas killed her father but not intentionally, not that it makes it okay, especially now she’s on their radar for being the daughter of a man they accidentally killed.
A family man borrowed money from them but couldn’t pay it back, plus the interest that they always add on after a year, so they decided to burn his family home with him, his wife, and three kids inside.
Their signature way of proving that they’re not to be messed with despite the fact there are only eight members in their gang, only adding one person in once in a blue moon believing keeping numbers small is the better way to go.
The father managed to save his wife and two kids but couldn’t get his third, the youngest and Chase, being a firefighter at the scene, ran in to save the child, but both didn’t come back out.
Raya was fifteen at the time and a complete daddy’s girl, and though her Mama, Grace, has moved on, marrying Mr. Averie, the club’s lawyer who Raya adores, she just can’t get over her father’s death especially when the police can’t find the evidence to send the Hyenas down for murder, heck, even the family man is presumed dead now.
After running with his surviving family, his wife’s body was found in the river, bloodied, beaten, and used, and he and his kids could not be found, which just doubled Raya’s need for revenge.
“I need money,” Melissa says, snapping me out of my head. The blood covering my hands slowly fades from my vision, and I sigh.
She continues, “Brick has decided to put me back on the basic wage, meaning I’m short.”
I laugh, “Well, sucks to be you then huh, Melissa?” her face reddens, and I sneer at her, “You’re not getting a cent out of me, so turn your nasty ass around and get out!”
She takes a step forward and threatens, “You will give me what I want, or get your father to pay me more again, or I will –”
I cut her off, “Or you’ll go to the cops with the proof that you don’t really have, blah, blah, blah,” her nostrils flare, and I slowly stand, and this time I threaten, “Get out before I force you.”
She opens her mouth, about to say something but freezes when a voice full of anger snaps, “You have five seconds to fuck off before I slice your throat!”
Melissa’s face pales as she slowly turns and comes face to face with Mama, and I grin, crossing my arms over my chest.
“I-I, uh, I need money,” Melissa stutters, and I wince.
That was the wrong thing to say.
Mama curls her lip and sneers, “My husband has funded your habit long enough, skank,” before she grabs hold of Melissa’s ponytail and yanks her forward, making her cry out as she stumbles, but that doesn’t break Mama’s stride, as she drags her out of the building and I sit back down with a smile.
“The next time that woman comes in here, I’ll kill her,” Mama snaps a few seconds later as she shuts my office door and takes a seat while placing two small containers on my desk, one in front of me and one in front of her and I grin.
“Waffles, whipped cream, strawberries, and chocolate sauce?” I confirm, and she snorts, “Of course,” and my mouth waters as I open my container and see my favorite food, which happens to be Mama’s as well.
Mama mutters, “You are me through and through, huh?” and I shrug, not denying it as I take a large bite, groaning at the gooey sweetness, making her laugh and take a bite out of her own.
“Have you been to see Hudson?” I ask between bites, not bothering to speak about Melissa, and Mama hums, “Yes,” as she wipes her mouth and says, “he’s getting bigger, stronger, and finally, Dr. Asshole is changing his tune about him living a normal life.”
Dr. Asshole, AKA Dr. Clark, tried to convince an over-emotional Ivy to pull the plug on her baby, stating they don’t normally intervene medically with a twenty-week fetus after birth.
She held strong with her family standing behind her every step of the way, my mama, the main vocalist against the ass, especially when Ivy was unconscious.
“Luna’s pregnant with twins,” Mama suddenly says, and I swallow hard.
I like Luna, she’s had a hard life, one I was entwined in for twenty minutes when I stopped her from being raped or thought I had. I didn’t realize the guy was raping her regularly and if I had, I would have killed him then and there, saving her more heartache.
“That’s good, Mama,” I whisper, not knowing what to say.
She’s Blade’s fiancée, someone I want nothing to do with, meaning a friendship with Luna isn’t on the cards right now, which kind of sucks because the woman is sweet but I can’t force her to feel like she’s picking sides.
“Sweet pea,” Mama begins, and I sigh and look at her with sad eyes and state, “I can’t,” and she knows I can’t, not without smacking him for the way he sat back and allowed Mama to be hurt, to be made an outcast.
“He’s your brother, Sky,” she tries, and I remind her, “And you are my mother in every way except blood. I won’t disrespect you, I won’t break your trust, and I certainly won’t play nice, not with how they’ve treated you.”
Mama looks down, sadness etching her, and I mutter, “I love you, Mama,” hating that I’ve disappointed her but not willing to bend on this one, and she looks at me with a smile, a love shining back at me.
I may have grown up adamant about getting to know them without Melissa finding out, but after I had found out what Mama went through, I knew I couldn’t have a relationship with them, I hated them.
I grew up with this woman, and I couldn’t wish for a better role model. I don’t need anyone else but her, and well, Ivy, Lake, and Raya.
“I love you too, sweet pea,” she replies, and I smile wide but soon groan when she changes tactics and says, “So when are you going to give Fury a second chance? Because baby girl, he has not touched another woman since you…”
I shake my head and confirm, “You are never going to give up, are you?”
The woman is part of Team Fury and has been for years, but trying to forgive the lying is hard.
I love his daughter, and I’m in love with him.
That will never change, but you know what will also never change?
The cut on his back, his loyalty to men who made up shit about this woman, to men who gave him a job to befriend me, to lie to me.
The trust is broken…
Mama grins wide, all her teeth showing as she admits, “When it comes to your happiness? Never… so Fury?”
I laugh and lean back in my seat before I tell Mama all about how an elderly woman reported him for ‘stalking’ her when, in reality, he was sitting in the café watching my building where she was standing, making her laugh.
We spend the rest of the day chatting while she worked on the nonprofit for me and I’m content like I always am when she’s around.
Honestly, I don’t know what I’d do without my mama, even if she does keep trying to persuade me to give Fury a second chance and to have a relationship with Blade.