by Dawn Martens
Copyright © 2015 Dawn Martens
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Published 2015
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To everyone- seriously, everyone. I can’t name you all because there are just so many here. I thank you. Putting this series together was team work. I couldn’t have done it alone! So thank you.
After she’s betrayed by her husband, Hilary DeVaughn, is done. She can’t and won’t stay in a town where so many bad memories haunt her. Years later, she gets a phone call to come back home for Eden, so she drops everything to return to the place where her heart was shattered. Deciding it’s time to completely let go, she hands Mason divorce papers.
Mason “Reaper” Harris has always loved Hilary, but that love quickly fell apart when she slept with another man – or so he thinks. Then Hilary returns, along with her demands for a divorce, again. He realizes that, even though he’s still furious with her for ruining their relationship, he refuses to let her go.
In this conclusion to the Angels Warriors MC Trilogy – will Angel, Zippo, and Reaper get their women back and finally have their happily ever afters? Or will these couples be forever broken? They all had secrets, some more destructive than others, but will their love be enough to make things right? Or will those secrets tear their hearts – and lives – to shreds?
The past
I’m exhausted after being in classes all day. Why did I want to be a lawyer again? The commute is ridiculous, driving to and from Calgary every stupid day. And I want to do this for another three years? I’m out of my mind. What was I thinking? Oh yeah, I was thinking I needed to do something with my life, but this isn’t exactly what I had in mind. I mean, it’s not like I didn’t expect it to be hard, just not as hard as it has been.
I pull up to the house that Mason and I share, and notice he isn’t home yet. It’s not unusual, but I was hoping he’d be home to rub my back. Mason and I have been together since I was fourteen and he was sixteen. Some people didn’t like that, but whatever. Eden and Jasper who were fourteen and nineteen when they got together, yet with those two, not one person batted an eye about their ages.
Shifting into park, I grab my bag from the backseat, mentally cursing my professors for their assignments. I have so much stupid homework that I just wanna curl up in a ball and cry. Walking along the hedges that line the walkway, I can’t wait to get inside, kick my shoes off, and grab a bite to eat. I get in the house and lock up out of habit, then head into the kitchen and set my shit on the table. I make my way to the bedroom and change into something more comfortable, realizing I should probably hop in the shower, too, but I’m too damn tired and hungry to care right now.
The house we share is modest, nothing fancy, but it’s not a shithole either. I’m pretty sure Mason got the house through the club, but I learned quickly when it comes to shit with the club to keep my mouth shut. The house stays fairly clean, considering the two of us mostly just sleep here. I’m mostly away for school, and he’s off doing whatever it is he does. He is good about keeping me happy, though. You wouldn’t think a brute like my man would ever do laundry, but he doesn’t mind pitching in when needed. When we first decided to move in together, he was a total pain in the ass. He didn’t want me picking out, as he called it, frou frou girly shit when it came to the furniture and decorations. Needless to say, I eventually won in the end. I picked out modern things we could both appreciate. He sure as hell wasn’t complaining when his black leather recliner was delivered. It even has a compartment to keep extra beer for him. Eden tried to get me to buy an ugly ass powder blue recliner that had stains on it from a second-hand store and trick him, but I didn’t want to push it. That girl is always pulling shit and trying to get one over.
A good girlfriend would be cooking dinner right now, but I’m not like most girlfriends. I’m working my ass off to get through my classes, so I cheat and heat up some of that microwaveable bacon for a sandwich, and then I get to work.
I’ve been staring at this damn screen for an hour doing research. I decide to check my email; I keep getting a notification on my phone from it. Shit, I forgot to pay our power bill! Thankfully, it is just a warning.
The front door lock clicks and opens as I’m at the table, staring at my computer and figuring out the bills instead of doing my homework. “Babe,” I hear Mason call to me.
“Yeah? I’m in the kitchen,” I shout back, not taking my eyes off the computer screen. Schooling’s costing me too damn much. Daddy helps pay for some of it, but I’m left with the rest—the loans. Mason says I can just use the money in our account so there’s no added debt, but that’s money he earned from his work. I don’t feel comfortable letting him pay my way.
“Babe, I need the bleach. Where do we keep it?” he asks from behind me.
I turn around and look at him. “Oh my God,” I breathe out as I blink and look at him again, thinking I must be seeing shit due to exhaustion. He’s covered in dried blood. “What happened?” I ask with wide eyes. “Are you hurt?”
He shakes his head. “Club business, babe,” he says with his head hanging low.
“Mason…” I start, but decide against it when he looks at me with cold dark eyes.
“You wanna know? You wanna know how I went into a home and murdered a family, and cleaned up any evidence that could point to me? That what you wanna know?” he growls out.
My face pales, and my stomach turns. “No,” I breathe out. How could he do something like that? I feel weak in the stomach. I shakily return my fingers to the keyboard to close out what I was going over.
“Don’t ask for answers for shit you don’t wanna know,” he tells me. “Now, where’s the fuckin’ bleach?”
I point to the laundry room. “In the cupboard over the washer,” I say quietly. He’s changed over the last few months, ever since he joined Satan’s Law. He’s always had a slight temper and been stubborn but not like this. I don’t know why being in this club is so important to him, but it is, so I support him in what he wants to do. That’s what you do when you love someone. I look down at my engagement ring and smile. I’m marrying him, not the club. At least that’s what I keep telling myself. I love this man. I do. What I don’t love is what the club is doing to him.
He’s out more often, away more often, and over the last few weeks, he’s been coming home all dark and gloomy.
Now, today, he’s covered in blood. What’s next? I didn’t sign on for this shit, but what choice do I have? I love him with all of my heart. I want to marry him. I’ve loved him since I was a little girl. When I was little, I always dreamed of being swept off my feet by a charming prince. There’s no white knight or Prince Charming on a horse, though. I have a dark knight on a Harley instead, and damn if he isn’t one hell of a man. There is nothing sexier than the way Mason looks on his bike, all rough and tough in his leathers and tattoos.
He comes back out into the kitchen when he’s cleaned up, and places a tender kiss on my shoulder after swiping my hair out of the way—that’s my sweet man. Mason may come off dark and brooding to the rest of the world, but with me, he’s different. I shiver as he blows his warm breath against my neck, getting close to my ear. He bites me playfully, trying to get me hot and bothered.
“Babe, I love you, but I am so damn tired.” I pop my neck, and it feels so good.
“Wedding is in three days. Everything ready for it?” he asks, rubbing my shoulders- exactly what I need from him. He asked me to marry him three weeks after I started at University. He told me to make it happen quickly, and that he didn’t want to know anything except where to be standing when it was time. I ended up waiting, which he hated, but I wanted at least one year of University done before we tied the knot.
I smile, letting the crap he shared with me when he came home wash away. “Of course it is.” It’s true; I’ve had everything ready since day one. “Daddy’s officiating,” I let him know. I wasn’t going to have my dad do that, but he insisted, and since I didn’t want to fork out the six grand for my dress, Dad stepped in and paid for it. In return, he wanted to be the one to pronounce us man and wife.
“Good,” he says, stepping away. “Jasper and Vinny are standing up with me.” He smiles proudly, thinking of his two best friends. You rarely see one without the other. In a way, they are like Eden, Lilly, and me.
I smile. “Good. I have Eden and Lilly for me, but of course, I have to have my mom too. Since Eden and Lilly are only sixteen, they can’t sign our license.”
“As long as Jasper doesn’t have to dance with your mom, he’ll be cool with that. Fuck, now I need to find a third,” he says, grumbling.
I shrug. “Just ask Trent or something.”
“Fuck no,” he says, growling. Jeez, what’s his deal with Trent? “What are we having for supper?” he asks, going to the fridge to pull out a beer.
I shake my head. “I didn’t even think to make anything. I made a bacon sandwich before I sat down. Sorry,” I tell him apologetically. I try to cook or pick something up when I can, but most days I’m too tired.
“I’ll order Chinese or somethin’. You have a lot of homework tonight?” he asks as he leans against the kitchen counter. He’s a big, tall, intimidating wall of tattooed muscle, and he’s all mine. I grin while looking him over in his dark jeans and fitted white t-shirt. He has a snake on his forearm, the only tattoo of his I can’t stand to look at. I hate snakes. That tattoo gives me the creeps; I feel like it’s staring at me. I keep teasing him that one day I’m going to knock his ass out and have someone cover it up. He did do one thing for me, though- he got his dick pierced. I really didn’t think he would do it, but I made him a bet that if he pierced his dick, I’d try anal. He really wanted my ass, but then I told him he wasn’t getting that until we’re married. He said that it wasn’t fair, but I told him he should have been more specific in his terms before he went through with his end.
“Yeah, I don’t know what I was thinking when I decided to be a lawyer…one year down, three more to go. Ugh. Seriously, this sucks,” I say, whining.
He chuckles. “Yeah, but in the end, you’ll be the best damn lawyer around. And, fuck, ya never know when I might need one of those.” I don’t find his statement as entertaining as he does, especially after what he told me just moments ago when he first got home. He puts his empty beer down, having drained the bottle in two drinks. Stepping over to me, he wraps his arms around my shoulders. “Don’t sulk. I was kidding.”
Grabbing his fingers and tucking them in mine, I kiss his hand. If only that were true.
The boys are throwing a bachelor party for me, which is fuckin’ stupid, considering they were too damn cheap to actually take me to a strip club. Instead, they have the bitches from the club giving me lap dances—like I haven’t seen these sluts before. Most of them have nothing to even get hard over. I’m sitting in a smoke clouded haze. Ass and tits are everywhere I look. I lean back in my cheap plastic chair with a beer in my hand and a joint hanging from my bottom lip. Pres walks over, takin’ my joint and laughing. “Got you a present, boy,” he says as he smacks the back of my shoulder hard. A few bitches are standing behind him. “Take your pick. Take one or take ‘em all.”
“You.” I point to the skinny brunette who does nothing for me—she’s a safe choice. I’m faithful to Hilary, but I’m also a man and shit happens. I’ll be damned if I let it happen tonight and ruin what we have, though. I’ve never stepped out on Hilary, never even had the desire to look at another woman in that way since we started dating.
Lisa is grinding on me as I’m talking with Jasper, who keeps supplying me with shots as I run out. The liquid doesn’t burn my throat because I’m too drunk to feel it.
“Man, you gonna be okay to stand up for me tomorrow?” I say, grinning at him, knowing he’s getting just as drunk as me. I’m surprised he’s even up for this; he spends every free minute he gets with Eden.
He grins. “Oh yeah. Are you gonna be okay to stand up at all tomorrow?” he asks, laughing.
I shake my arms, and they feel about as limber as a wet noodle. “Yup, I’m good.”
“Want me to give you something extra special tonight?” Lisa asks me as she finishes up with her dance, a dance I barely even paid attention to. This really isn’t my shit, but Pres said it was his gift, so whatever. Can’t deny anything he gives. I once saw a guy turn down one of his whores, and he stabbed him in the dick with a carving knife. Said if his dick was too good for his whores, then it was too good to use at all. Thinking of it now has my dick wanting to hide.
“No, you know I don’t do that shit,” I tell her. Pres didn’t say shit about letting the bitch touch me. She pouts but moves away. Why would I want her skanky snatch when I’ve got a mighty fine good woman more than willing at home. Fuckin’ Vinny’s just standing around at the back of the club, shakin’ his head. Asshole’s judging me like I’d let these whores ride my dick willingly. I’d much rather be home in bed with Hilary.
Lacey tries to get on Jasper, but he shoves her off. “But, Jasper,” she whines while pushing her tits in his face as she squeezes them.
“What’s my rule?” he shouts at her, getting pissed.
“No talking to any members that are loyal. Blah blah blah,” she says with attitude, rolling her over-painted eyes—bitch wears too much makeup.
“So get fucking gone,” he growls with a flick of his wrist.
“But Mason lets us grind on him,” she points out. Fuck, here we go. Some cunts just don’t take the hint.
“Yeah, because Pres asked you to, but did you even see me pay attention to that shit?” I say to her, grabbing my crotch. “This look hard to you?”
She gives another eye roll and walks off, shaking her jiggly ass.
“Bitches be trippin’,” Jasper says.
I laugh. “Trippin’? You’re hanging around Eden way too much, bro.”
He gives me a grin.
“You gonna tell her about this shit?” I ask him. Eden doesn’t know anything about the club, and so far, she hasn’t even clued in. She knows about Satan’s Law MC only because sometimes she sees them riding through town, but she doesn’t know we’re all a part of it.
“Not yet. I promised Martha I wouldn’t until she finished high school. Plus, we both know Eden. She would only make a good Old Lady if she wasn’t so damn in your face. She wouldn’t let my answers of ‘c
lub business, babe’ fly.” I can understand that, considering Big Willy, Eden’s dad, is VP of the club. I know he doesn’t treat Martha right.
I nod. “Got that shit right. Plus, she’d probably force you to get rid of all the club whores.”
He chuckles. “You’d be right about that.”
I check the time and realize it’s just past midnight. “Alright, we should probably get going. Hilary will kill us if we show up looking hung-over and tired.” Tomorrow’s a big day for my girl. I want it to be perfect for her.
We stand up and walk out of the clubhouse. “Where you stayin’ tonight, man?” he asks me.
“Was gonna head to a hotel for the night. Hilary said I wasn’t allowed in the house because her dress is out in the open.” Stupid rules and traditions. I should be home right now, getting between those heavenly thighs and making love to my pussy. Fuck, I gotta stop thinking about her. The thought of her ass in those damn shorts she wears to bed is enough to kill a man.
“Come to my place. You can have the couch. No point in wasting money on a cheap hotel.”
“Thanks, man, but I need some time to myself. Might even head to the church and see if Hilary’s mom needs any help before I call it a night.” That’s total bullshit. I’m hopin’ to get to the hotel and have phone sex with my woman.
“Alright.” He holds his hands up and heads out.
I make it to the hotel, and as soon as I get in my room, I dial Hilary. “Hey, babe, whatcha doing?”
“Trying to sleep, but I miss you,” she whispers.
“Miss you too. What are you wearing?” I ask her as I’m getting into bed after getting undressed.
“Mason!” She begins to laugh.
“Fuck, I love it when you say my name. Makes me hard. Makes me wish I was with you, tastin’ that sweet pussy. I’m strokin’ my dick right now, thinking about you wearing those tight shorts that hug the curves of your ass.”
