Bastards and Angels (Sinners Book 2)

by K. Renee

  “You son of a bitch,” she hisses. She tries to get out of grip to get closer to Stavros and Blade, but I never let her ass go. I pull her bitch ass out of the room and push her against the wall. Stavros takes Blade towards the kitchen to his mom.

  “I fucking hate you, you lying bastard. What does that bitch have that I don’t?” she screams at me.

  “Fuckin’ class, you stupid cunt. Stay the fuck away from both of them.” I growl in her ear. I hear their footsteps coming towards us and it only makes Tina fight harder against me.

  When they get close enough to us, Tina turns her anger onto Trix. She points at Trix and starts screaming at her. “You stupid slut. I will make sure you regret ever touching my old man. That kid is never going to know his father. I’ll make sure of it.”

  Trix doesn’t let the words affect her, and I have to admire that. She’s a strong woman, and that’s one of the things I love about her. “Get your fuckin’ ol’ lady on a leash, E. I won’t have that type of disrespect in front of a child,” Stavros demands. Tina shrinks back at Stavros’s words, partly because she’s afraid of him. When he makes a threat, it isn’t for show. It’s a damn promise if you cross him.

  When I finally get her ass out of the hallway, I push her into my room and shut the door behind us. “You ever go anywhere near either of them, I will fuckin’ kill you. Stay the fuck away from Trix and my son.” She slightly nods her head, and I walk away and back through the door, slamming it on my way out.

  After meeting with Prez, I make my way into the clubhouse to see Trix talking to Romeo. Almost like he can feel my eyes burning into him, he looks up and gives me a grin. We’ve already almost come to blows over her before, and there isn’t anything that will keep me from going after the bastard if he makes his move on her.

  He puts his hand on her shoulder, almost like he’s comforting her. She looks up to him and sees that he’s looking behind her. When she turns around, she sees me watching them. Her eyes meet mine, and she takes a step closer to him. Her hand reaches out to touch him and I see red. I don’t even give a fuck if this gets me in trouble with the club. He has his hands on my girl.

  Stalking my way towards them, I grab her wrist and pull her behind my body. Her startled gasp doesn’t stop me from getting in his face. The whole room goes silent, and I can feel everyone’s eyes on us. “Stay the fuck away from her,” I growl. Romeo smirks at me, and I feel her put her hands on my back.

  “You don’t own me, E!” she yells at my back. I don’t even bother with what she says; she’s wrong. I do own her, and I won’t let anyone else take what’s mine.

  Turning to face her, I grab her chin and force her to look at me. “I do own you. He touches you, and I’ll make sure you never see our son again.” She gasps at my threat, and I release her chin. Her eyes meet Romeo’s and I turn to face him. “You want her to lose her son? Then, keep trying to get into her panties. Go for my sloppy seconds.” I watch his expression change from calm to pissed in a matter of seconds. There isn’t a whole lot that pisses my VP off, but this does.

  He steps towards me, but she stops him by putting her hand on his chest. The same hand that she’s put on me at least a hundred times. I start to move forward, but I stop myself. “You would never do that,” she whispers. She knows me better than anyone else and she’s right. I wouldn’t keep Blade away from her, but I won’t let her know that. I want her to think that I’m a bastard. Maybe then she will think twice about jumping into bed with my brother.

  “Try me, princess,” I sneer. Her eyes widen, but this time she doesn’t say anything back to me. I watch defeat wash over her expression and she moves her hand from his chest. “Bring him by the clubhouse later.” She doesn’t say anything, and I turn on my heel and walk away. Making my way towards my room, I punch the wall just inside the hallway.

  I hate how fuckin’ hostile she makes me. I want to do more than punch a damn wall, but I can’t. I have other shit I need to handle, and I have a feeling that Romeo is going to find me when she leaves. Slamming my door, I walk into the bathroom and start the shower. The only thing I can think of right now is her, and I just hope I don’t push her into the arms of Romeo.

  After stripping down, I stand under the stream and let the hot water coat my tense body. Every muscle is strained as I think about her walking away from me. Leaning my forehead against the shower wall, I stand there thinking about what she said. I hear the door open, and I don’t even bother to turn around. The curtain moves, and I feel a body press against mine. It isn’t Trix standing behind me, but my wife. Turning towards her, I look down into her eyes. The water coats her blonde hair, and she looks more like the woman I married all those years ago than the bitch I’ve lived with for the last ten.

  “What do you want?” I ask. She doesn’t say a word in response, but instead she grips my dick in her palm and slowly runs her hand up and down it. Closing my eyes, I lean back against the shower and I just feel her. We haven’t been close in a long damn time and, even though I’m spitting mad at her, I don’t say no. Yeah, I’m a bastard, but I’ve never claimed to be a better man.

  Opening my eyes, I see the look in her eyes. She is trying to make it up to me for the shit she did. “Nothing you say or do is going to get you off my shit list. I won’t change my mind. You try and get between me and Trix again, and I won’t hesitate to kill you.” My hand cups her cheek before it moves to grip her neck. I squeeze it hard enough to cut her oxygen off. Her eyes widen, and she starts to freak out. Her hands claw at my chest. Leaning towards her ear, I whisper, “Don’t fuck with me.” Releasing her, I push her towards the other side of the shower before I turn the water off and get out.

  I hear her gasping for air, but I don’t care. She could drop dead, and I wouldn’t bat an eye. Making my way back out of the bathroom, I see Trix sitting on the bed. Her eyes eat me up, and I see her blush. “What are you doing here?” I ask.

  Tina’s voice cuts through the room and I see Trix flinch. “E, I need a towel.” She turns the corner and she’s still fuckin’ naked. Trix jumps up off the bed, and tries to walk towards the door, but I don’t let her move past me. When Tina notices that we are not alone, she grins and starts to walk towards us.

  “Bitch, I bet you wish you had a body like mine.” She runs her hands down her body and I shake my head. This bitch is delusional. I hate her body; it’s like a damn twig that I was afraid that I’d break. When I was eighteen, her body was the fuckin’ best thing I’d ever seen, but today the only body I like under mine is Trix’s. Her curves make me feel like I’m actually fuckin’ a woman and not a board.

  “Get fuckin’ dressed, and get the hell out. I already warned you and I ain’t changing my mind,” I bark out. She flinches slightly, rubbing her neck. I can see the bruise already starting to form. She huffs and makes her way back into the bathroom.

  Turning my attention back to Trix, I watch her. Her eyes never leave the bathroom door, and I have a feeling that she’s going to either go off on me or she’s going to threaten to keep Blade from me. Maybe she’ll even surprise me by telling me that she’s fuckin’ Romeo.

  When Tina appears in the bathroom doorway, I see the way she’s looking at Trix. If looks could kill, we’d both be dead right now. She walks past us and runs her shoulder into my arm before walking out the door and into the hall. The door slams closed with a loud bang, and I’m just glad she’s gone.

  “Did you fuck her?” Her question surprises me. I didn’t think that she would actually care who I fucked since she told me she was done. What she doesn’t fuckin’ know is that I haven’t slept with my wife in over three years. Partly because I’m never fuckin’ home anymore, and partly because the only woman I wanted in my bed is the one standing right in front of me.

  “Does she look like I fucked her?” She shakes her head no, and her eyes meet mine. They bore into me with an angry glare and I inch closer to her. Grabbing her around the waist, I pull her to my naked body. Her body instantly tenses, but I don
’t release my grip on her. Just seeing her makes my dick harden, and I’m pretty sure she’s very aware of what she does to me.

  “That’s not what I’m here for,” she says, tersely. Looking at her, I watch her expressions before I ask her why she’s here. They change from scared, hurt, happy, and sad all in the matter of seconds. “Can you get dressed?” she asks, sounding put out by having to be with me while I’m naked. A few days ago, she wouldn’t have asked me to get dressed. She would have been naked right there with me. I would have her riding on my dick by now.

  “What did you come back here for? The sooner you spit it the fuck out, the sooner you don’t have to be around my naked dick.” Her eyes travel their way down to my dick, and she bites her lip slightly. Grabbing my dick, I stroke it a few times and watch as her lips part.

  My dick jutting out between us, I grab her and pull her body to mine. Leaning forward, I claim her mouth like it’s going to be my last time. It probably will be with the way shit is going between us. Grabbing her ass, I rub her against my hard dick and she moans at the sensations. Picking her up, I walk us the rest of the way to the bed and lay her down. I take my time running my mouth up and down her neck, sucking and nipping my way towards her cleavage. Grabbing the bottom of her tank top, I pull it up and over her head, tossing it to the ground.

  My mouth trails over every inch of her skin, memorizing it. Her moans and gasps tell me exactly what she likes, and I reach around her to undo her bra. Once I free her amazing fuckin’ tits, I lavish each nipple and suck on them. Her legs wrap around my hips, and I know that she’s too far gone to stop me now. She thinks I don’t own her body, but she is dead fuckin’ wrong.

  Releasing her nipple from my teeth, I scoot back on the bed and start to work on her jeans. Pulling them down her thighs, I kiss my way down her belly and make my way to her pussy. Before I get her jeans off of her, I run my finger through her slit just to see how wet she is.

  Pulling her jeans the rest of the way down, I toss them on the ground and get between her legs. Angling my dick at her opening, I pause before I slam home. “You’ll never get this wet for him. I own your fuckin’ body, and he will never make you feel the way I do.” She goes to say something, but I shut her up when I slam into her. Her fingers dig into my skin and her eyes close.

  “Oh my god,” she whimpers. “Elec.” No one ever calls me by my whole name. Either they say it fuckin’ wrong or I don’t give it to them. Trix is one of the only people who calls me that anymore, my given name, the name that my son shares: Elec Blade.

  We fuck long and hard until she’s screaming out my name. I hope that smug bastard hears her. And I hope it fuckin’ eats away at him, knowing that he will never be nothing more than a replacement for the real fuckin’ thing. He will never own her the way I do.

  Coming inside of her, I slow my rhythm and collapse on top of her spent body. She doesn’t try to push me off, and I don’t even bother moving. I want to stay buried inside of her for as long as I can. Her hands slowly start to run along the back of my head and her nails scratch against my scalp. Her fingers tangle in the short hair at the top, and she gives it a slight tug.

  My fingertip runs over her nipple over and over again until I watch it pebble. Her body breaks out in chills, and I can’t help but grin. Biting her other tit, I soothe it with my tongue before she says anything else. “This still doesn’t change anything.” Her voice is a somber whisper. “You had her in your room while you were both naked. Elec, I don’t even know what to think. You probably fucked her and now I’m stupid enough to fuck you, too.” She shakes her head against the sheets, and I watch as a tear slips down the side of her eye.

  “I haven’t fucked her since I promised you that I was leaving her.” Her frown tells me that she doesn’t believe me and there is nothing I can do to prove it to her. “You are the only bitch I’m fuckin’. The only one I’ve fucked in three years. The only one I want to fuck.”

  “Yet, you are still married. How the fuck do you think that makes me feel? Huh? I feel like I don’t mean shit to you and, in reality, I don’t. You couldn’t even leave your wife.” She closes her eyes for a second before she opens them again, tears shining in them. “You promised me a forever, and all I’ve gotten were broken promises and lies. I look like an idiot to the guys out there and I’ll never be more than your whore. At least Rom-”

  I stop her before she can say his name and ruin everything else between us. “Don’t you dare say his name while I’m inside of you. You have my cum between your thighs and inside of you. You want this shit to end, fine. Leave. Walk out that door. Just know that I’ll always be the only fucker who makes you feel alive.” She pushes me off of her, and I lean back on my arms to watch her get dressed.

  “You’re such a bastard. I don’t know why I ever fell in love with you!” she spits, as she pulls on her jeans.

  “You and I both know why. Same reason I fell in love with you.” Her whole body pauses and she looks over at me. In the three years that we’ve been together, I never once told her I loved her. Call me fuckin’ stupid if you want, but I couldn’t. Not after shit with Tina and the way she manipulated the words I said for her own benefit.

  “You love me?” she asks. Her tank is around her arms, but she hasn’t pulled it over her head yet.

  “I didn’t fuckin’ stutter.” Her mouth drops open in shock, but her brain catches up with her mouth, and she finishes pulling on her tank. Once she has her flip-flops on, she makes her way towards the bed to grab her bag and darts for the door.

  “You don’t know how to love.” I want to say her words hurt, but they don’t. She’s probably right.

  “I may not be the best at showing someone how I fuckin’ feel, but that doesn’t mean shit. Bring my son to the clubhouse later.” She scoffs at my angry tone and she turns on her heel. Before she can walk out the door, she turns back towards me.

  “You’re such a fuckin’ dick. I feel sorry for the bastard you’ve become.”

  “You’re the one who has to deal with me.” She frowns, and then I say something that is going to piss her off even more. “Bitch, I hope you get pregnant again. Then, we will see how much of a bastard I am when you have two kids from me.” Her cheeks flush red with anger. She flips me the bird before swinging the door open and letting it slam against the wall with a loud crash.

  I watch her ass shake as she makes her way away from me. If she doesn’t bring my son to me, I’ll just go to her.

  Two months. Two days. Five hours.

  She still won’t fuckin’ talk to me and, to be honest, I miss the fuck out of her. She was always the one to keep my head on straight when it came to the club. She kept me stress free by sucking my dick at any given time, and letting me take my aggressions out on her body when I fucked her raw. One look in her eyes was all it took to bring me back from the ledge.

  Looking down at my phone, I see a new message from her. That is what we’ve become. Single fuckin’ text messages that let me know she’s bringing Blade by the clubhouse. She doesn’t say a word to me when she gets here, and doesn’t say a word when she picks him up the next day. All she does is toss the fuckin’ diaper bag at me and sets him on the bed. There is no getting close to her, because she just won’t let me. To say she’s fuckin’ pissed is an understatement, but I don’t regret a word I said.

  A knock at the door twenty minutes later alerts me to them being here. Getting up off my bed, I open the door and she shoves the diaper bag at me, pushing me inside the room. She doesn’t say a word to me and, when I look down at her belly, I can’t help but smile. She isn’t leaving without us talking this time.

  Every week, we do the same damn game. I check her stomach for any signs that I knocked her up again and she glares at me. This week is the first that I’m noticing a change in the way her jeans fit more snuggly around her ass, the way her tee shirt clings to her larger breasts and her slightly swollen stomach. I remember exactly the way she looked when I found out she was pregnant. S
he told me it was mine from day one, but I didn’t believe her back then. I still fucked her every day, and anytime she wanted a piece of me, because she was my drug. It didn’t change the fact that she was a club whore and fucked all the brothers. That kid could have been anyone’s.

  She sets Blade on the bed, and turns to walk right back out the door, but I grab her wrist and stop her. Her eyes widen at the contact and she tries to pull herself out of my grip. “Don’t fuckin’ fight me,” I growl in her ear. It doesn’t stop her from trying like hell to get away from me.

  “Let me go, Elec,” she demands in a low voice.

  “No. We need to talk.” I motion to her stomach, and she pushes against my chest once more.

  “We don’t need to do anything. My life doesn’t concern you.” Some of the fight in her drains, but I don’t let her walk away from me.

  “If that’s my kid then, yeah babe, I think it does.” She shoots me a dirty look and I grin back at her. Just by her reaction, I know that I knocked her up again. I’m sure if it weren’t mine, she would have been happy to put me in my place.

  “It’s not your business. You’re married.” She pulls her hand out of my grip, and I let her slowly walk towards the door.

  “Married or not, if you lie to me, I’ll make you regret it.” She pales for a second before she runs towards the bathroom. I make sure that Blade has his train toy in his hands before I go in after her. Her ass is in the air, as she throws up into the toilet. Her knees don’t touch the ground, and that’s probably a good thing. My bathroom is gross as fuck since she doesn’t spend all her free time here with me anymore. Walking over to her, I grab her hair and hold it back from her face.

  “You want to rethink your statement?” I ask.

  She turns her head to look at me, and I can see the anger written all over her face. “Don’t you know that I’ve been whoring all over town? How could it possibly be yours?” She wipes her mouth with some toilet paper and flushes the toilet. Releasing her hair, I watch her walk over to the sink to rinse her mouth out.