Read UnLove Me - The Angels Warriors MC Complete Trilogy Box Set Online
Authors: Dawn Martens
“Everything in place?” I ask Jasper, walking into his room at the clubhouse.
“Yeah, Chief Gilvaja is taking care of it. He’s got FBI coming in. I guess Satan’s has been on their radar for a while. It was only a matter of time. Anyone not in the raid will be granted immunity, since we have turned against the Pres,” he tells me.
“Where’s Mason?” I ask, worried he will be caught up in this raid. When I walked through the clubhouse, I saw a few brothers, about thirty of them. That number surprises me, because a few of them helped our Pres create this club, but I didn’t see the one brother I was looking for—Mason.
“He chose his own path. I already warned him what was going on. We’ll see,” he says with a shrug of his shoulders.
“What happens when this is all done?” I’m no pussy, but I’m afraid something will go wrong and the fall out will cost us greatly.
“I take over. Everyone will have a choice- they can either join me, or they can leave. But this club is getting a huge fuckin’ overhaul.”
“What do you plan on doing once this all goes down?” I ask him. That’s one thing we never really talked about.
“For the first bit, we’ll continue this, but by this time next year, there’ll be no more drugs, guns, nothing. After seeing the shit at the Untamed Angels compound, I want to make sure guys like that are put away. I want to open my mechanics shop, work there full-time. I’m hoping you will too. We’ll put you through school,” he says.
I nod. “Sounds good, but what about the club? Will we still be Satan’s Law?”
“No, I don’t want us to sound threatening in any way. I want to do charity drives, help kids and women, that sort of thing,” he says.
“Think that shit will fly, though?” I ask him.
He shakes his head. “Doubt most of these guys will stick around for that. Anyone that leaves, not caught up in the raid, we can hand over the strip clubs that Satan’s Law owns. That should keep ’em happy. We could even have women join.”
I burst out laughing. “Seriously? Women?”
“Yeah, you think every kid or family we save will want a bunch of gruff biker men protecting them? Think about it. The community- hell, the country will take better to us if we have women in our club.”
“I’m gonna head out. Lilly’s expecting me home,” I tell him.
“Yeah, I’m gonna head home myself. Maybe see if Monica wants to come over,” he says, getting up from his seat and heading out.
Something bad’s going down. I can feel it. Vinny has been secretive lately, but I guess I can’t really say anything about that, considering the secrets I’m keeping. He came over tonight and is acting nervous as hell. Every few minutes, he looks at the clock. It’s kinda making me feel like he doesn’t want to be here.
“Where’s my damn lighter?” he grumbles by the front door.
“Uh, pocket?” I suggest the obvious.
“Checked there. I swear to God, that’s four this week alone.” The only thing he can keep track of is his damn beanie, and that’s just because it is always on his head. He packs his smokes hard against his palm.
I chuckle. “You need to get yourself a damn nickname. I’d say loser, but that’s mean.” I laugh, teasing him.
He glares at me; gee someone is Mister Serious today. Heading into the kitchen, he lights one up from the stove burner. He comes back to the living room still brooding, glancing at his phone every second.
“What the hell crawled up your ass? Seriously, it was a joke,” I say, getting pissed. His attitude is really getting under my skin. I didn’t do anything. He’s all agitated like he can’t wait to get the fuck gone.
“Just shut the fuck up, okay. I have shit on my mind, and I don’t need your damn mouth right now,” he says, glaring at me. A few more minutes of silence pass by with him stealing glances at that damn phone. I turn on the TV, and he shuts it off. This is bullshit; he’s acting like a damn kid.
I’ve had enough. If he doesn’t want to be here… I stand up, go to the front door, and open it. “You know what? Leave. I don’t’ need to put up with this shit.”
“Fine,” he says, throwing up his hands and stomping out of the house.
I slam the door shut behind him. It’s times like this we’re toxic, and it’s been this way for years. One week, we are amazing together, but the next, we’re broken up. It’s a never ending cycle that neither one of us seem to want to break completely.
Twenty minutes after he leaves, my mom comes through the front door. “Lilly-pad,” she says, smiling sweetly at me.
“Hey, Mom. What’d you bring me?” I ask her, seeing bags of groceries in her hands.
“Oh, you know... some of this, some of that. Come to the kitchen. We can break open the wine and cook supper. Plus, I know you have pictures of those babies. I wanna see them.”
While the Shepard’s Pie is in the oven, I go to the safe I hid in the back of the coat closet and pull out my stack of photos of Jessica and Ethan. I hand them over to her when I get back to the living room.
“Wow, they are getting so big. I wish we could somehow convince Eden to come back home,” she says with a sad smile.
“Yeah, I miss Eden,” I tell her sadly.
“How are you and Vincent lately?” Mom asks.
“Ugh, the usual. We’re currently off again.”
“Are you sure you want to keep doing this with him? Sweetie, I know you’ve been in love with him for years. You crushed on him when you were just a little girl, but I don’t like how he treats you,” she tells me gently.
“I know, Mom. I don’t know how to break this cycle. I love him. We always end up working it out, though.”
Mom sighs and grabs for the food. “I know, baby, but I also know there are other men out there, men that wouldn’t treat you the way he does.”
“Mom, stop, okay? Just stop,” I say, getting defensive.
“Don’t get snippy with me. I love Vincent too, but I just don’t think he’s right for you.” She gives me a harsh glare but then looks away, getting back to the food.
I clench my jaw; I know she’s right in a way, but I refuse to listen. I try to blow off her concern and take a gulp of wine.
I head over to Jasper’s place after leaving Lilly’s. I wasn’t planning on it, but the bitch pissed me off. I knock on the apartment door, and Jasper opens it a few minutes later.
He frowns. “What are you doing here? Thought you were at Lilly’s?”
I shrug. “We just broke up.”
He smirks. “Again? How long will it be like that this time? A week? A day?” he jokes. Lilly and I seem to be off more than we are on. Ever since Kayla came back, I can’t seem to stay away from her. She gives me what I seem to need when Lilly and I are in a bad place.
“Shut up, man. Let me in.” He moves out from in front of the door and shuts it behind me when I’m through. “Got an extra lighter, bro? I lost mine again.”
He shakes his head and hands me his silver lighter from the end table by the couch. “Don’t lose this one. It’s my favorite Zippo lighter,” he says, passing it to me.
“Are you sure this one ain’t mine?” I ask him, looking at the lighter that looks like the one I just lost.
“Nope, I had that one engraved, man. You also just bought yours the other day. Zippo lighters ain’t cheap. Don’t know why you don’t just go ahead and buy those cheap ones you can get at the dollar store,” he says.
“Cuz they aren’t cool. Zippos are fuckin’ cool,” I say with a shrug.
“Callin’ you Zippo, man. Seriously, you need a nickname. It’s either that or loser, since you always lose the damn things,” he says laughing.
He just reminded me of why I was pissed at Lilly. She said the same thing. I hang my head in shame.
My pride, though, my pride leads me straight to Kayla…
I pull up to the house, noticing the only light on is the upstairs bedroom. I go to the front door, use my key, and open it. She gave it to me a while ago. The first time we hooked back up was when Lilly left to go visit Hilary. I felt like shit afterwards, but it doesn’t stop me from coming back.
“Hey there, handsome,” she purrs from the top of the stairs, as if she was waiting for me. I practically run up the stairs to her, trying to escape my guilt for walking out on Lilly.
“Shut up,” I growl, pulling her into me and kissing her. I can’t stop myself. Sex with Kayla is like a drug for me. She was the first girl I ever cared about, the first girl I ever had sex with.
Her arms go around my neck as she nips and sucks on my lips. Shoving my beanie from my head, she laces her fingers in my shaggy brown hair.
“I’ve missed this. I’ve missed you, Vinny.” She begins tugging at the buckle of my belt.
I shove her down to her knees. I whip my hardening cock out, and she takes over, running her tongue over the tip. I love it when she looks up at me with my dick in her mouth. Her eyes are warm with passion. Her fingers massage my balls. I love a good blowjob as much as the next guy, but I am ready to fuck her. The shit with Lilly has long left my mind.
I push her head back, her lips making a popping sound. “Naked now. Need to be inside you.”
Kayla brushes her short, mocha-colored tresses back behind her ears as she begins to strip for me. Her perky tits are small but nice. She’s skinny, not many curves on her, but she exercises a lot and eats like a bird.
I spin her around and shove her down on the bed. She is lying on her stomach, propped up on her elbows.
“Face down, ass up.” I press down on the curve of her spine, and she complies eagerly. I settle behind her, between her thighs, and work my fingers in her tight juicy pussy. So fuckin’ tight and wet for me. I bite down on her shoulder blade as she trembles and shakes, bucking her ass up toward my throbbing cock.
I pull out a rubber, not taking any chances. Once the condom’s on, without warning, I slam into her hard and fast. This isn’t about taking my time; it’s about my need to be satisfied. I don’t really want anything more from Kayla. I don’t ever stay long enough for much other than the sex.
I pull my pants back on and look down at the woman on the bed. “Let me guess, you’ll be back together by morning?” she says, sounding upset. She should know better than to get her hopes up for more.
“Babe, you know how this works,” I say, picking my cut up off the floor and shrugging it on. “See ya,” I say, walking out.
I feel like the biggest dick in the world- using Kayla, cheating on Lilly. Well, technically, we are broken up, but I love Lilly.