Angels in Leather
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I swallow, and lift my hair up onto the top of my head again, tucking it under my cap. I pull my hoodie back over, and grip the straps that are sitting around my waist. My bag is strapped on as tight as I can get it, because I don’t want it to be taken from me. If that gets taken, then all this has been a waste of time, for me, and my father.
I pull my sunglasses down over my eyes, and I peer out the window. And there he is. I feel my body tingle with fear as I lay my eyes on Axel. He’s standing out the front of the gas station, speaking to the young woman, flashing a photo at her. I know it’s a photo of me. She nods, and points to the bathrooms. Goddammit. Axel lifts his head, and he turns his eyes in my direction.
I gasp.
Axel Wraithe is a gorgeous man. He always has been, but he’s got a heart of steel. I remember as a young girl, in the years before he and my father had a falling out, I used to think he was one of the most handsome men I’d ever met. He was just a young man back then, but he had the kind of face that women would drool over. Now...now, he’s older, and more defined, and even more breathtaking.
He has this thick black hair that sits messily on his head. His body is huge, tall and well-built, yet unlike most bikers’ skin, it’s not covered in tattoos. He has a few, but not many.
His shoulders put most body-builders to shame. His eyes are the color of turquoise water, and are the prettiest eyes I’ve ever seen. He’s got a few days growth of stubble on his face, and his ears are filled with silver hoops.
His body is covered in all black clothes. Large, chunky black boots. Black jeans. A black shirt, covered with his black jacket that I know has a large angel surrounded in fire on the back. Their club’s patch. He wears chains around his neck, and leather bands around his wrists. Hanging off his jeans he has silver chains, topping off his look.
Axel is about thirty-two years old, and while he was my father’s friend, he was younger than him. Axel is ten years older than me, but even when I was just a young girl at ten, and he was twenty, we always got along. He was so carefree back then, so beautiful. Now he’s a monster with eyes that make you want to shrink inside yourself with fear.
He’s deadly.
He’s standing, staring at the bathrooms, with an empty expression on his face. Sweat trickles down my face as I turn, peering around the room for an escape. There’s a small, narrow window above the far toilet. It’s not locked, and I could squeeze out of it with enough effort.
I glance back out the front window and see Axel still staring at the bathroom, nodding to the lady as she speaks.
I have minutes.
My adrenalin spikes as I rush towards the toilet. I peer up at the window, and use the toilet and basin to launch myself upwards. I take hold of the windowsill, and use my free hand to rattle the glass pane. It’s rusty, but it dislodges itself easily enough. I shove it out, and it lands with a crash on the ground. My heart begins to hammer.
I unclip my backpack. There’s no way I can get through with it on my back. I peer out the window, and when I see it’s clear, I shove the bag through and let it drop down onto the ground. That’s when I hear the rattling on the toilet’s main door. My heart lurches, and I feel my jaw begin to drop.
“Hiding in a toilet won’t stop me from finding you, Meadow.”
Axel’s voice has me freezing, but only for a split second. I’ve been running long enough now to know how to keep myself from freezing for long enough to cause a problem. I lift my leg up, and try to be as quiet as possible as I jump three times, and shove my body through the small gap. I lose my balance when I push through too hard, and land on the dirt the other side with a thump. I roll, gripping my bag and throwing it on quickly before leaping to my feet.
And there he is.
I scream, and leap backwards as he appears around the side of the building. Up close, he’s powerful, huge, and dominating. He has a tattoo of a bird on his neck, and it seems to be staring at me, taunting me. I lift my eyes to meet his, and I gasp softly. Beauty—it just doesn’t cover what he is. He can’t be classed as beautiful. There is only one word I could ever use to describe him, and that is...devastating.
“Hello, Cricket,” he growls, using the nickname for me he used when I was a little girl. “Long time, no see.”
I swallow, and grip my backpack. “Axel.”
He smiles, but it’s empty. There’s something missing in his eyes, something that got taken from him a long time ago. Something that turned his heart into ice. “And here I was thinking you’d forgotten about me. I mean, you’ve been running from me now for...how long has it been?”
“One year, three months and six days,” I whisper, shuffling backwards.
His eyes pin mine, even though I’m wearing sunglasses, and they’re so intense I struggle to hold his gaze. “And you know I was going to catch up to you eventually, so we could have avoided all this if you had just given me what I wanted back then.”
I don’t say anything. I just tighten my fingers around my pack straps, and let my eyes dart around behind my sunglasses to look for a way out. I see a thick mass of trees behind him, probably about fifty meters. If I could get to them, I could hide myself...I also see a pile of rusty metal poles in the corner, leaning against the wall. I turn my body slightly toward them, and begin very slowly backing up. Axel steps forward, suddenly gripping the side of my face. His other hand wraps around my backpack.
“We’ll not continue to fucking play this game, Cricket,” he hisses, jerking me hard.