Angel Unseen: An Unseen MC Novel

by J Bree

  Fuck.

  Take the night off. Stay in my bed and spend the day fucking yourself on my sheets. I want to come home to the smell of your pussy all over them.

  King gets up and hits the bathroom first, grunting like he’s fucking dying or something. Hawk is still snoring through everything and Diesel is out on the last shift of keeping watch.

  I think for a minute she’s going to ignore my demands but then my phone pings.

  I can’t take the night off but I hope this will do.

  She’s sent through a photo of her fingers buried in her pussy, her black panties pushed down to her knees and the black fabric of my hoodie pushed up her belly. Fuck, I want a video of her fingers pumping in and out of her sweet, honey lips and the soft fucking mewling sounds she makes right before she comes.

  King stomps through the room, yelling out, “I’m going for a fucking coffee, get your asses moving. Hawk! Wake up, asshole, we’re not at fucking Disney.”

  Well, if that doesn’t chase the fantasy away nothing will.

  Wear the black lace when I get home. Wrap that pussy of yours up like a present for me to open because it’s all I fucking want.

  Another full day of riding before we make it to the drop off point in Montana and I’m fucking convinced by the time we get there that something is going on back home. This feeling can’t be for nothing but the roads are clear and there’s nothing out of the ordinary the whole fucking way.

  I mute my phone as we get into Monarch.

  The drop is happening in the national park, lots of cover and remote enough for the buyers to be happy about it happening in a different spot. King picked it and only the men here tonight knew where we’re heading.

  We arrive first, that’s all part of the plan, but the curse is screaming to me at this point. I almost wanna power my phone back on and start fucking calling, work my way through the list to know my family is fucking safe.

  I’m sick to death of these fucking cunts.

  When I swing off of my hog I glance over to Hawk and decide that tonight is going to fucking hell. His face gives away nothing but he only locks down that tight when his gut gives him the warnings that something is up.

  It’s not just my own frustration at leaving Coldstone.

  It's gonna be a messy fucking night.

  Hawk grunts at King and then takes off, checking the clearing out for any obvious signs of traps or something that screams Demon but there’s nothing.

  This whole fucking trip might be for nothing, a routine drop off that tells us fucking nothing about what’s been going wrong.

  “Why’d you pick this spot?” I murmur to King, keeping my eyes on Cole.

  He was the best choice for this trip. We needed the extra person but with Speck down for the count and Rue being in charge we had to bring another brother. The only other person I trust is Axe but he’s watching my girl while Rue is busy.

  I would be truly fucking shocked if Cole was a rat.

  He’s another ex-military brother. A veteran who was left behind by the service when his PTSD got out of control, he and Axe joined the club at the same time and have always kept their heads down and answered any fucking call we’ve had for them. Cole went from barely being able to stay sober and keep a roof over his head to having a family, a house, and a fucking brotherhood thanks to the club.

  He’s a good man.

  I’m sure of it.

  Doesn’t mean I want him overhearing us and knowing a goddamn thing about what’s going on in our family with our fucking mission to find the rats.

  “The trees are good cover. It’s also the only spot we’ve never been to before.”

  I shrug and glance behind us right as we hear the sounds of approaching vehicles. “That might make it the obvious choice.”

  King turns around. “Good. No time I want these fucks coming after us more than when we’re actually here to see it. Secondhand accounts only tell us so much, I need my blood here seeing it all. Keep ‘em peeled, Tomi. Without Rue here, you’re the best set of eyes we’ve got. The curse sings to you two better than us old assholes.”

  I scoff and mumble, “Yeah, and it’s fucking screaming right now.”

  Hellion starts unhooking the trailer from the truck, prepping everything so we can hand the guns over and leave without hanging around, trying to mitigate the chances of this ending in a fucking shootout.

  When the cars pull up a scowl creeps over my face.

  I don’t recognize them.

  I make eye contact with Hawk and he starts walking over to me and King, ready to shield our Prez if that’s where this shit is heading. Hellion starts cursing the second the first car stops and the doors are thrown open, but when I glance back at him, his eyes are on the cars.

  It’s not our buyers.

  There’s a pause and then Cole curses and throws himself at King, taking him down to the ground as bullets rain down on us all.

  Hawk bypasses King and Cole altogether to shove me behind the truck, then he dives towards Hellion only to get pinned down behind the motorcycles.

  The bullets are flying out of the first car, but it’s clear when the second car joins the firing squad because the bullets come in thicker and at a different angle, one that is much more fucking likely to get King killed.

  They really fucking want our Prez gone.

  I can’t see any of the shooters, to stick my head out is to catch some lead between my fucking eyes, but they don’t seem to be fucking worried about running outta fire power.

  There’s no way we’re getting out of this alive, not all of us.

  From where he’s crouched behind the motorcycles, Hawk sees it in my eyes before I make a move, shaking his head at me as I scowl but I’ve never been one to listen to what I should be doing.

  Best way out is with a distraction.

  I can make it down the side of the truck without being in the firing line but whatever I do, I’m doing it on my own. It’s a fucking weird feeling, I’m never in these situations without one of my cousins backing me up. Maybe if Rue were here this would go down smoother but there’s no fucking time to be having regrets.

  I stay low, creeping my way forward and keeping my feet as silent on the ground as the dead leaves and twigs will let me. None of the bullets are flying at this end of the truck, they’re all focussed on where Cole is using his own body as a shield for King, and I have one chance at getting some headshots in.

  Take some fuckers out and draw their fire this way.

  Deep breaths, make it count, clear your fucking mind of all of the bullshit and just take these fuckers out.

  There are three guys in the second car.

  Grimm Graves himself is in the first one.

  I can’t get him but I take out two of the three in the second car before all hell breaks loose.

  A fucking third car rides up and I blow out its front tires, unfortunately that means all four of the guys in it see me and draw their guns.

  Time to get outta Dodge.

  The forest is dense on either side of the clearing and I’m near the downward slope of the fucking mountain we’re on so I make a dive into the tree line, staying low and tumbling down the fucking slope. I feel the burning pain of a bullet grazing my arm but that doesn’t stop me from rolling my way through the shrubs.

  If I hit a tree I’ll probably snap my fucking back so I stick my legs out to try to slow myself down. The slope is gradual enough that I manage to slow my descent and come to a halt, the sound of gunfire finally petering out.

  Fuck, I hope that doesn’t mean they’ve taken the others out.

  Hawk’s face as he shoved me behind the fucking truck flashes into my head. He came for me before his Prez, his instincts as a father kicking well the fuck in apparently.

  If he’s dead I’m gutting every last Demon on this fucking Earth.

  I mean, if any of them are dead and I make it outta here that’s the fucking plan but, fuck, there’ll be an extra fiery need if they’ve killed my pops.<
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  I walk slowly down the rest of the slope until I reach the small creek at the bottom where the trees thin out a little. Until I’m sure the Demons have fucked off I gotta stay the hell here.

  I check my phone but the screen is busted and I can barely use it. I could take a call but not make one, I can’t risk that shit right now.

  I’ve stopped for about a half-second when the snap of a twig tells me I’m not alone but I don’t have any time to react.

  The cold barrel of a gun presses against the base of my skull.

  “We’ll take him in, Cliff. Can’t get a dead man to give us what we need.”

  The beast of a man grunts and lowers the gun, the sound of boots crunching on the dead leaves on the ground telling me there’s movement somewhere close by. I try to scan the woods without moving my head too much but there’s nowhere I can get cover.

  I guess the curse was singing about my death.

  Fuck, I hope Rue keeps Angel safe.

  I hope Trink figures out her shit with that dumbass she’s chasing. I hope Speck lives a long and happy life. I hope Hawk, King, and Hellion find and kill all of the fucking rats.

  I hope this doesn’t fucking kill my mom.

  There’s a lotta things a man about to die hopes for and every last one of them comes back down to my family so I know I’ve lived my life right.

  My only regret is Angel and not fixing her shit a little faster.

  I just gotta believe Rue and Speck will sort that shit out for me, same way I’d watch over Poe until my last fucking breath for my cousin if the roles were reversed.

  Pop.

  The sound is soft enough that with the shouting and gunfire around us I almost miss it but the crash of a man going down is unmistakable.

  I assume Hawk or Hellion have found me.

  I’m wrong.

  I turn around to see ‘Cliff’ on the ground with a neat little bullet hole between his eyes. I’m sure the exit wound on the back of his head isn’t that neat but it’s too fucking dark to see much.

  I look up to find a Demon twisting a silencer off of his gun, before throwing it at me.I catch it on reflex. It’s still warm to the touch even through my gloves.

  His cut has the Graves tag on it but it’s the eyes that give him away.

  Colt Graves, Poe’s half-brother and the fucking heir to the Chaos Demons.

  I look down again at the Enforcer of the Chaos Demons but he’s still fucking dead at my feet, killed by one of his own men.

  I glance back up at Colt like a fucking idiot but he’s too busy looking around for his own men to give a shit about me gaping at him like a fucking dumbass.

  The sounds of guys getting closer filters through the woods and finally Colt looks up at me.

  He lifts a finger to his lips to tell me to keep quiet and then jerks his head at me for me to run.

  What the fuck is happening here?

  When I don’t move he scowls at me, flinging his arm out in the direction of the river and then turning on his heel to stalk back up the hill.

  “He’s shooting from the east! That way, asshole, go!” he shouts and the footsteps start to fade out.

  He’s just led them away from finding me.

  What the fuck is going on here?

  I move slowly away from the creek and down towards where the road starts, keeping my ears peeled and trying not to fucking bleed everywhere.

  I walk for at least an hour, feeling fucking useless except that my job here is to stay breathing and get my ass back up to the truck without getting my ass lit up. I’m no help fucking dead and now that I’ve met Colt Graves…

  I need to speak to Rue about him.

  Shit isn’t fucking right in the Graves house and how that affects Poe, I don’t know, but he needs to know about it.

  I also need to get home to Angel and Trink and Keely. I need to keep watch over Speck until the asshole is up and walking again. I need to find out what the fuck is going on with Law and Lyn. I need to fucking finish the job of burning the rats out.

  I guess I have a lot to live for these days.

  When I get to the road, I turn around and start my way back up to the clearing, keeping to the trees and trying not to get too fucking frustrated at how slow this shit is.

  When I finally make it up there I find Cole being patched up by King, Hellion cussing out the entire fucking universe, and Hawk looking fucking fried until he gets an eyeful of me.

  “Thank the fucking lord, kid, your mother woulda skinned me alive.”

  I scoff at him and clap him on the shoulder. “Good to know you care, old man. How the fuck did you lot get outta it alive?”

  Hawk huffs and shrugs. “Cole went full fucking berserker and went after two of ‘em with nothing but his fucking knife. I dragged King and Hellion into the woods after you but when we found the dead Demon we knew you were at least fighting back. Good shot, kid. Cliff was a fucking good kill.”

  I don’t even think about it, I just lie. “It was a lucky shot. So Cole took them on and what, killed them all himself? You guys just went on a fucking stroll through the woods?”

  Hawk’s eyes narrow at me but at least he stops looking at me like I’m some fucking hero.

  I can’t tell them I didn’t kill Cliff without telling them who did.

  I’m covering for Rue so fucking hard right now, the asshole owes me.

  Little does he fucking know it.

  Chapter Twenty Seven

  Angel

  Rue escorts me into The Boulevard each night and stays with me there.

  He’s having to split his time between the hospital and the strip club and I can see just how fucking stressed out it’s making him. He’s always polite and courteous, even in his own gruff way, but as the days go on he’s looking grumpier and grumpier.

  Tomi messages me every day, right as he wakes up and when they stop to pass out. I don’t know where they’re going or what exactly it is that they’re doing but I know something hasn’t gone great when the general mood of the texts and the bikers at The Boulevard goes from tense to fucking malevolent.

  I’m also not a dumbass.

  I keep my mouth shut, follow all the rules, and work my ass off.

  I spend way too much money on food now Rue is keeping tabs on my eating habits but when I wake up on the last night before Tomi comes home I finally take a minute to count every last dollar bill of my money.

  I did it.

  I hit the magic number I worked out, the amount I need to buy a house and pay for college with a healthy buffer.

  I don’t have to dance tonight if I don’t want to.

  There’s the small problem of how the fuck to get the money into a bank so I can buy a house but, fuck, nothing can kill my high.

  Nothing.

  I’ll be home in the morning, Angel. Don’t forget to wrap that pussy up like a present for me.

  Shivers run down my spine.

  It almost freaking killed me, but I stopped in at the sex shop on the way into The Boulevard the night before. Rue had to tag along and it was easy enough to tell him I needed new stockings but really I had a plan.

  I don’t want to wear my dancing lingerie for Tomi.

  I want to wear pieces that are only for him… things that only he gets to see on me. The minute I quit my job I’m throwing the rest out and being done with it but I want to have nice shit for him. God, every time I shut my eyes I can see the fire in his eyes the one and only time he came and sat to watch me dance on stage.

  He’d done it to prove a point to that other biker that threatened me but I know for sure he likes what I can do on the pole. He sat there drinking his whiskey and watched me without once trying to hide how hard I was making him.

  I miss the weight of his cock on my tongue and the tight grip of his fist in my hair when he shoves me further down the fat length of him.

  Oh God.

  I’ve learned how to touch myself since he’s been gone. I’m glad he’s not actually able to see me beyond
the photos he asks for because I’m so embarrassed and ashamed of doing it but the messages he sends me light a fire in my blood.

  Show me how wet I’ve made you.

  Spread your lips for me, a man needs to see what he owns.

  Three fingers, Angel, your pussy misses my cock so bad you’re weeping all over my sheets.

  So I consider spending the day in bed here and waiting up for him. I could work on my college shit all night and then grab a nap before he gets home… it would be perfect, except then Poe messages me.

  Speck’s trying to sign himself outta the hospital. Rue’s pissed and he’s taking me and the twins to The Boulevard to keep us all locked down while he goes to fight the fucker with Keely and Trink. You’re working right? I’m bringing my homework, I need your help.

  A night with Poe sounds like more fun than being locked up and I can make the dances my last ones. A little extra cash never hurt anyone.

  By the time Rue knocks on the door I’m dressed and ready to go and he’s… looking fucking livid.

  “Oh. Uh… are you… okay?”

  He scowls at me as he grabs my bag to carry and jerks his head at me to follow him. “I’m fine, I just need my dumbass fucking cousins to stop tryna fucking die. Are we stopping for food? I need to grab Poe on the way so follow me out that way.”

  I shake my head and stumble to keep up with him. Law and Lyn are both waiting next to my truck, Law grins and says, “Is it cool if we ride over with you? Rue’s gonna be a dick if he has to take his truck over.”

  I nod and try not to wince at the idea of the three of us squishing into the bench seat because they’re not exactly small guys. Rue sees my reaction anyway and snaps at him, “Keep your hands to yourself, I’ll cut ‘em the fuck off even if Keely would come after me for it.”

  Lyn scoffs and shoves his phone into his pants. “Tomi already got to her first, you might wanna take that shit up with him.”

  I blush and get into my truck before I can hear the response to that but Rue smacks him in the back of the head as he walks around to the passenger side to stash my bag for me.

  I try not to think about how much money is actually in it.