“Angel needs to hear this. Hell if she doesn’t deserve to hear this.”
My brothers let out a sound of agreeable responses.
“He’s in the warehouse. Petra called the prepay and said he had something. So I met up with him while you were…” He stops.
“No, it’s okay; go on, Sniper,” Winter grumbles.
“Well I met up with him and roughed PP up a bit and hung him over the drains. So we head out now, yeah?”
“Now,” I growl slamming the gavel down.
Angel’s on my heels as I make my way over to Dizzy. I want her to stay here with the family because I’m taking the brothers with me. They need to see and be a part of this.
“Stay here. Clubs on lockdown,” I say.
“Braxxon,” Angel tugs on my cut, and I turn to look at her.
“I need to go,” she croaks.
Go where? With us? I don’t f**king think so.
“Hell no,” I say fiercely.
“It’ll help fix me,” she croaks again.
“Prez… you can’t take her on club business,” Dizzy spits.
“I’m the f**king MC President. Don’t make my decisions for me Diz,” I seethe. “Are you sure, Angel?”
“I’m so f**king sure,” she half smiles.
“Let’s go.”
18
I thought that maybe having Angel’s thighs squeezing me tight on the way to the warehouse would be an awesome damn feeling. I was dead wrong. I’m anxious to get a hold of PP, and I’m clearly having a weak moment filled with guilt and regret about f**king Dizzy. When we all throttle into the warehouse gravel driveway and back up in a row, Winter jumps off. She tosses me her helmet and takes her hair down to run her fingers through it before piling it back on the top of her head. And why the f**k does she have to dress like that? She’s wearing a strapless purple tight dress that doesn’t even reach her knees. It shows her tanned legs and damn if she doesn’t pair it with her white converse. Not something a woman would usually wear riding on the back of a Harley, but what the hell do I know about women’s wear. I get off my lady and walk up to the warehouse door with Angel and the brothers on my tail. I key in the code and open the door. I flip on the lights and Angel pushes past me.
PP is dangling from the warehouse ceiling by a chain and handcuffs. His mouth is gagged and has duct tape wrapped around the gag. His eyes aren’t focused on my brothers and me; they’re focused on Angel who is standing a few feet away from him with her hand on her hip. The brothers and I line up and just watch. I’m sure we’re all thinking the same thing. What’s she doing?
Smokey starts passing beers down the line. I pop my cap and toss it. Angel looks around for a moment before spotting something. She walks over to one of the roller chairs and rolls it back in front of PP.
“What’s she doin’?” Sniper whispers beside me.
“I don’t know,” I whisper back.
Angel sits in the chair and slouches, lifting her dress. What the f**k?
“You see it? Still pretty as ever,” she purrs. “Guess you didn’t do your job as well as you thought you did.”
Oh, f**k!
“Dude,” Pyro says from my other side.
“Let me tell you what pisses me off about this whole experience.” She laughs, pulling her dress back down. “The thing that just pisses me off to where I see red is that I can’t f**king come.”
She stands and pulls back her right arm sending a right hook straight to his jaw. “I’m twenty-two f**king years old and I can’t get off. I imagine after I’m done with you, I’ll have enough closure to achieve an orgasm.”
Oh, well I guess this is Angel’s show. I lean against the carpenter table behind me. “Huh well, well what is this,” her voice throaty as she walks to the cart.
“Prez, you gonna let her do this?” Smokey peers around at me.
“We weren’t there Smokey; we didn’t go through what she did. I don’t think she’ll actually do anything.”
“It seems these sexy bikers know a thing or two about tools of torture.” Her fingers trace some of the utensils. It sucks doesn’t it, being tied up, completely at someone else’s mercy for them to do anything and everything to you and there ain’t a motherfuckin’ thing you can do about it.” She reaches into the box of disposable gloves, covers her hands in two pairs before picking up the medical scissors.
“Uh, Prez, I think you’re wrong,” Smokey grits through clenched teeth.
Yeah bro, I feel it too, I wanna say. I’m on edge just thinking about what might be running through her mind. I shouldn’t have let her come.
She cuts his shirt off and tosses it to the floor before throwing the scissors back on the cart. She undoes his belt, ripping it through the belt loops and tosses that. She walks behind him and runs her hands around to his chest and down, and I squeeze my beer bottle. What is she f**king doing?
My Angel starts jacking him the hell off. I start growling. Her hand shouldn’t be on any other c**k but mine. PP’s eyes close as his c**k starts growing. Her hand starts moving faster and faster, and I know my mouth and all of my brothers’ mouths are hanging open in a what the f**k kinda thing.
“You won’t need this anymore.” She smirks from the side of his body, and his eyes go wide before she cracks his dick in half. His screams echo through the gag.
“Oh f**k man, she just broke his dick.” Sniper laughs.
My brothers let out a sound of agreeable responses.
“He’s in the warehouse. Petra called the prepay and said he had something. So I met up with him while you were…” He stops.
“No, it’s okay; go on, Sniper,” Winter grumbles.
“Well I met up with him and roughed PP up a bit and hung him over the drains. So we head out now, yeah?”
“Now,” I growl slamming the gavel down.
Angel’s on my heels as I make my way over to Dizzy. I want her to stay here with the family because I’m taking the brothers with me. They need to see and be a part of this.
“Stay here. Clubs on lockdown,” I say.
“Braxxon,” Angel tugs on my cut, and I turn to look at her.
“I need to go,” she croaks.
Go where? With us? I don’t f**king think so.
“Hell no,” I say fiercely.
“It’ll help fix me,” she croaks again.
“Prez… you can’t take her on club business,” Dizzy spits.
“I’m the f**king MC President. Don’t make my decisions for me Diz,” I seethe. “Are you sure, Angel?”
“I’m so f**king sure,” she half smiles.
“Let’s go.”
18
I thought that maybe having Angel’s thighs squeezing me tight on the way to the warehouse would be an awesome damn feeling. I was dead wrong. I’m anxious to get a hold of PP, and I’m clearly having a weak moment filled with guilt and regret about f**king Dizzy. When we all throttle into the warehouse gravel driveway and back up in a row, Winter jumps off. She tosses me her helmet and takes her hair down to run her fingers through it before piling it back on the top of her head. And why the f**k does she have to dress like that? She’s wearing a strapless purple tight dress that doesn’t even reach her knees. It shows her tanned legs and damn if she doesn’t pair it with her white converse. Not something a woman would usually wear riding on the back of a Harley, but what the hell do I know about women’s wear. I get off my lady and walk up to the warehouse door with Angel and the brothers on my tail. I key in the code and open the door. I flip on the lights and Angel pushes past me.
PP is dangling from the warehouse ceiling by a chain and handcuffs. His mouth is gagged and has duct tape wrapped around the gag. His eyes aren’t focused on my brothers and me; they’re focused on Angel who is standing a few feet away from him with her hand on her hip. The brothers and I line up and just watch. I’m sure we’re all thinking the same thing. What’s she doing?
Smokey starts passing beers down the line. I pop my cap and toss it. Angel looks around for a moment before spotting something. She walks over to one of the roller chairs and rolls it back in front of PP.
“What’s she doin’?” Sniper whispers beside me.
“I don’t know,” I whisper back.
Angel sits in the chair and slouches, lifting her dress. What the f**k?
“You see it? Still pretty as ever,” she purrs. “Guess you didn’t do your job as well as you thought you did.”
Oh, f**k!
“Dude,” Pyro says from my other side.
“Let me tell you what pisses me off about this whole experience.” She laughs, pulling her dress back down. “The thing that just pisses me off to where I see red is that I can’t f**king come.”
She stands and pulls back her right arm sending a right hook straight to his jaw. “I’m twenty-two f**king years old and I can’t get off. I imagine after I’m done with you, I’ll have enough closure to achieve an orgasm.”
Oh, well I guess this is Angel’s show. I lean against the carpenter table behind me. “Huh well, well what is this,” her voice throaty as she walks to the cart.
“Prez, you gonna let her do this?” Smokey peers around at me.
“We weren’t there Smokey; we didn’t go through what she did. I don’t think she’ll actually do anything.”
“It seems these sexy bikers know a thing or two about tools of torture.” Her fingers trace some of the utensils. It sucks doesn’t it, being tied up, completely at someone else’s mercy for them to do anything and everything to you and there ain’t a motherfuckin’ thing you can do about it.” She reaches into the box of disposable gloves, covers her hands in two pairs before picking up the medical scissors.
“Uh, Prez, I think you’re wrong,” Smokey grits through clenched teeth.
Yeah bro, I feel it too, I wanna say. I’m on edge just thinking about what might be running through her mind. I shouldn’t have let her come.
She cuts his shirt off and tosses it to the floor before throwing the scissors back on the cart. She undoes his belt, ripping it through the belt loops and tosses that. She walks behind him and runs her hands around to his chest and down, and I squeeze my beer bottle. What is she f**king doing?
My Angel starts jacking him the hell off. I start growling. Her hand shouldn’t be on any other c**k but mine. PP’s eyes close as his c**k starts growing. Her hand starts moving faster and faster, and I know my mouth and all of my brothers’ mouths are hanging open in a what the f**k kinda thing.
“You won’t need this anymore.” She smirks from the side of his body, and his eyes go wide before she cracks his dick in half. His screams echo through the gag.
“Oh f**k man, she just broke his dick.” Sniper laughs.
