My Vice: Fallen Angels MC (Fallen Angels MC Series Book 1)

by Breanna Mansfield

  I shoot T a text telling him the same thing, and that’s when I noticed him already texting me that she was coming here.

  “I don’t know what to say about this, Stanton,” Chris says, still looking at the case file. “It makes my blood boil to see this shit. But I will grant you the borrowed trust. She’s on you, but personally, my gut already believes this girl. The Angels have your back from here out on this. We will need to call a meeting and bring them up to speed though.”

  “I agree. Thanks, brother. She’s out there now. Do you want to meet her?” I ask.

  A smile spreads on his face and he nods. “Yeah, I want to meet the girl who nearly had you punching me in the face.” He chuckles.

  “I wish I could say sorry, but she’s mine, Prez.” I shrug.

  “Well then, you know what you need to do because all the fucks out there are going to be thinking she is just another curb monkey.”

  That thought alone has my blood boiling. “Yeah, I’ll get it today.” I nod to him as I open the door.

  He puts a hand on my shoulder before we walk all the way out. “Also, brother, we need to make her official, too.”

  “Whenever you’re ready for that, so are we,” I say as I start walking.

  He follows me out and when I round the corner, I see the most gorgeous woman perched up on a stool at the bar with T standing a few feet away with his arms crossed watching her. However, what has my hackles raised is the two other members on each side of her crowding her.

  “You know, it is customary to pay for motorcycle rides with oral sex, sweet thing,” One, soon to be dead, member says.

  “Well, it sure is a good thing I have my own motorcycle then, huh? Because between you and me, I don’t want to choke on any small parts in the near future.” She smiles the sweetest smile I’ve ever seen.

  Chris hits me in the chest when he notices my facial expression and barks out a laugh.

  “Ha! You should see your face right now!” he laughs while pointing at me.

  “Come on, Vice, tell the pretty lady I’m the shit around here.” He smugly smiles.

  T is covering his laughter with his hand and shaking his head. I’m glad someone finds this humorous.

  “Nahhh, Eric, I don’t think I can,” I tell him right before I spin Schuyler’s stool that she’s perched on to face me. Her eyes meet mine and as soon as that tongue sweeps out to lick her bottom lip, I grab her by the chin and crush my lips to hers.

  She opens right away, giving zero shits that we are in a room full of people watching us. Her tongue slides across mine like silk, and she gives as much as she demands from me.

  I end the kiss and rest my forehead to hers and she smiles. I’ll never get used to the way she makes me want to strip her bare and have my way with her just from her kiss alone.

  “Hey there, sweetheart.”

  “Hey, Vice,” she whispers.

  “Well, holy shit. I think I understand why you’re willing to go to war now,” Chris snickers.

  “What does he mean?” Schuyler asks.

  “Nothing we need to talk about right now, baby.” I tell her as I stand up and look at Eric, who is standing there with a dumb look on his face.

  “Eric, I won’t kill you this time, since you were unaware, but let me make my point now,” I boom out. Everyone on the first floor stops what they are doing and looks at me. “Schuyler,” I put my arm around her, “is my ol’ lady, and if I hear any of you try to fuck with her or make her uncomfortable, I can assure you, you will wish you never stepped foot in this MC. Clear?”

  One by one, each person nods their head and says clear. Making eye contact with me first and then her.

  “As president of this MC, I hereby declare you are under our protection. If anyone tries to bring harm upon you, they are bringing it upon us.” Chris pauses, and looks around to the brotherhood, making eye contact with them all. “The Fallen Angels now declare you as an Angel.” He stands in front of her. I forgot about this part. Her eyes go from him to me, questioning. I smile at her knowing what is coming, and a little unsure how she will take it. Will she accept it or will she fight it?

  Chapter 9

  I’m sitting on this stool watching these men. When I walked in here, they were all milling about and doing their own thing. T told me to sit at the bar and Vice would be out here soon enough. So that’s what I did. When those other two members walked up to me, T moved a bit closer but kept his distance. That made me happy that he gave me a chance to stand up for myself, if need be.

  I knew they were no threat, my gut never lies to me, but I still didn’t know them. Knowing T was there was nice. I asked him if he would bring me here earlier and he went white as a ghost. I thought he was going to freak out because I wanted to come here. I don’t know the rules. I quickly learned he was panicking because I asked for a ride here, not thinking Vice would most likely murder him if I was on the back of his bike. That’s when he went inside and found the truck keys. So, now here I am, sitting on this bar stool, leaning up against my man, with his brotherhood standing in front of me.

  “Schuyler Gulier,” Chris states in a loud voice while hitting his chest with his fist.

  Schuyler Gulier, the brotherhood chants behind him, also hitting their chests.

  I gasp as I realize what’s going on. I throw my hand over my mouth as tears prick my eyes. They are declaring their alliance and loyalty to me. My own father’s MC never did this.

  “We protect our Angels.” thump

  Repeat.

  “We don’t infringe our Angels.” thump

  Repeat.

  “We don’t slander our Angels.” thump

  Repeat.

  “Our Angels are family.” thump

  Repeat.

  “I, President of the Fallen Angels, declare my loyalty to you, Schuyler, property of our VP. From this moment on, your life is directly tied to mine. I vow to protect it, as it is mine.” thump Chris kneels in front of me, takes my hand and places the backside to his forehead. Once he finishes, he stands and steps to the side.

  “I, Secretary of the Fallen Angels, declare my loyalty to you, Schuyler, property of our VP. From this moment on, your life is directly tied to mine. I vow to protect it, as it is mine.” thump He repeats the process with my hand just as Chris had done.

  They all come forward and repeat the same lines, stating their rank. As the tears roll down my face, I can’t help but wonder if they would all still feel this way once they know who I am, who my father is.

  I feel Stanton’s hand move from around me and I turn my face to look at him. He winks and comes to stand in front of me.

  He is standing with his feet shoulder length apart and his hands behind his back. His brotherhood all get down on one knee behind him and bow their heads. When his eyes meet mine, I see the emotion in their depths. The affection, the want, the need and something else I can’t describe. I can’t stop the flood of tears from falling as he gives me a heart stopping smile before his face goes serious.

  “Schuyler Gulier, I, Vice President of the Fallen Angels, declare my loyalty to you. From the moment I met you in that diner, five months ago, you’ve had my loyalty. I might not have known it yet, but your life has been tied to mine since the day my eyes connected with yours. I vow to keep you safe, protected, and warm at night.” He winks at that last part and everyone chuckles. “I vow to accept your past you have told me about, and help you pave the future you desire. Before you right now, today, my brotherhood is accepting you into their lives. No matter your past.” His eyes bore into me, knowing my own thoughts.

  He steps forward and wipes my tears away before taking my hands in his.

  “They will accept you, as they accept me. It is your choice now to let them, and to vow the same loyalty. Do you accept the Fallen Angels?” his voice is softer, just for me.

  “Of course, Vice,” I whisper, barely able to get the words past the lump in my throat.

  “As of this moment, you are the property of The
Fallen Angels VP,” he booms and everyone cheers.

  He swoops me up in a bone crushing hug, bringing his lips to mine.

  “I didn’t expect this today,” I murmur when he breaks the kiss.

  “Me either, but Chris saw no reason to wait. And frankly, I’m fucking glad,” he says before bringing his lips to mine. This time, I open for him and my whole body melts into his when his tongue dives in and takes control of my mouth. I press my body into him, wanting to be as close as possible. My heart is attached to this man, and there is no stopping the feelings I already have. I just hope he feels it, too.

  “Hey, Vice?” I hear someone call.

  He breaks the kiss and looks over to a younger member.

  “Yeah, Blake, what’s up?”

  “There is a guy out in the guest entrance looking for you.” He nods his head to the front.

  The happiness on his face drains like a sweat drop in the middle of the desert. His eyes cut toward Chris and he nods his head.

  “Blake!” Chris hollers across the room.

  “Yeah, Prez?” he asks.

  “Tell our visitor to have a seat, and we will be out in a minute,” he replies in a scary, deadly tone.

  “Who is it, Vice?” I look up into the eyes that had so much warmth in them a moment ago.

  “That would be Nathan I think, sweetheart,” he replied while grabbing my arm and guiding me through the clubhouse. “Okay, I don’t want him anywhere near you, so please stay in here until he’s gone,” he says as we walk into his bedroom.

  “I am okay, Vice. I can handle it,” I tell him.

  “That may be so, but I wouldn’t be able to. The first time he looks at you sideways, I’m likely to put a bullet in his head, and I don’t want to cause a war like that just yet,” he replies with such honesty.

  I wrap my arms around him and rest my head on his chest. “I’m sorry about this,” I say into his chest.

  He runs his hand up my back. “You ain't got nothin’ to be sorry about. Just stay in here, okay?”

  “Okay.”

  He tilts my chin up and his mouth consumes mine. Our tongues fighting for control, our bodies so close together. My arms reach up his back and I grip his shirt in my hands. I let a little moan loose, and he walks me back to the wall. He pushes me up against it, and I let go of his shirt to reach my hands underneath it. I want to touch his skin, and let the warmth of it soothe my soul.

  His lips leave mine, and his mouth trails kisses down my neck. I arch my neck to the side to give him better access.

  “Sweetheart,” he murmurs between kisses and nibbles.

  “Mmm,” I reply absently.

  “As much as I love your hands on me and my mouth on your skin, I have to go downstairs and deal with that prick. And honestly, I don’t want to do it with a hard dick.”

  I groan, knowing he’s right, and wanting to go shoot him myself for making this moment stop.

  “Okay,” I huff.

  He chuckles as he kisses my forehead and adjusts himself.

  “Stay here, I’ll be back in a few, sweetheart.”

  “Okay.” I say again, not finding the words.

  He kisses me again and walks out the door while I have to sit and wait.

  ***

  As I walk down the stairs, I nod to Chris and he joins me as we walk to the guest entrance.

  “I got your back no matter what, brother,” he states as he hits his knuckles against mine.

  “I appreciate it,” I reply.

  My phone in my pocket vibrates and I stop to look at it before walking out. That fucker can wait all fucking day for me for all I care.

  Mom: I need u. cops are hree tryin t arrest me fo buyig fom a cop. I did nt by for no cop.

  “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” I say when I try to read her fucked up message. She’s high as a fucking kite. I can hardly read her damn message.

  “What’s up?” Chris asks.

  “Nothing. Just my fucking tweeker mother,” I say as I start walking again.

  Chris doesn’t reply to my comment. He knows how I feel about it. He’s told me to cut her out a long fucking time ago. He just doesn’t understand though. I’ve been dealing with this for fifteen years; not to mention I don’t want it falling back on us.

  We walk into the lobby and Nathan is leaned up against the wall with his arms crossed.

  I mask my emotions and approach him.

  “You looking for me?” I cut to the chase.

  “Stanton?” he asks.

  “That’s me.”

  My gut tells me right away to never trust this guy. He looks like a fucking snake.

  “I’ve come to inform you of your debt then,” he tells me, like I owe this fuck money.

  “Nathan, is it?” I lift my eyebrow. “I’m pretty sure I don’t owe anyone anything.” I pretend to think for a moment. “Nope, I don’t.”

  This time Nathan smirks. “Ahh. Maybe you don’t, but your blood does.”

  That comment has me internally stiffing. “What do you mean?” I ask, already getting pissed off.

  “Oh, I think you know,” he pushes off the wall with his shoulder and stands tall, trying and failing, to intimidate me.

  “That’s the thing, bud. I don’t, so please enlighten me, yeah?”

  “Your momma owes me money and before I just slit her throat, I thought I’d go to next of kin. But if we are being honest with each other, after I slit her throat, I’ll be coming back to see you anyway. I just thought I’d give her baby boy a chance to save her life.” He shrugs. “Unless…” he taps his lips with his finger, “you want to trade?” he asks and my whole body vibrates with fury, knowing where he is going with this.

  Chris puts his hand on my chest to warn me to play this right. I can’t show this man any weakness or else he will know how to hit me where it hurts.

  “Vice, we can pay him off you know,” Chris states as a reason for his hand on my chest.

  “Nah, this isn’t a battle of yours,” I tell him and he looks like he wants to go head to head with me over that, but he won’t in front of a rival member.

  “How about you hand over that sweet ass that was on the back of your bike yesterday?” he asks, watching me.

  “Don’t know what one you’re talking about,” I say with barely contained rage.

  Knowing what this motherfucker did to my ol’ lady, I don’t know why Chris just won’t let me blow his head off. I have no idea what he is waiting for.

  “Oh, I think you do, VP. Brunette, the most fuckable ass you’ve ever seen—” His words are cut off with my hand around his throat and his body two inches off the floor.

  “Listen here, you cocksucker, if I ever see you looking at my ol’ lady, I will murder you. You are fucking lucky that my Prez here won’t let me put a round between your fucking eyes already. I swear to God, I will put you in a grave before you’re ready to ask for mercy. And I know you will if I get the chance to drag out what I really want to do with you. Got me?”

  He doesn’t answer, just grins and looks me in the eyes, knowingly.

  Fuck it, I’m going to get my ass handed to me for this one.

  I reach back and grab my Glock from my holster and I swing it around and hit him right in the temple. His eyes roll back and I let him slump to the ground.

  I stand there and run my hand over my face, dragging out the moment so I won’t have to see the fury in Chris’s face.

  When I look over, there isn’t any fury, just a smirk.

  “What?” I ask.

  “I was wondering how long it was going to take you. You lasted a hell of a lot longer than any of us guessed.”

  “Fuck. Denton is going to notice his second is missing,” I remind him.

  “Yeah, let him come asking for him. I’ve been waiting years for the war you just officially started.”

  “I have to go fucking deal with my goddamn mother.” I roll my head back fury still pushing through my veins.

  “It’s time to cut her
off, Stanton,” Chris’ somber voice says.

  “What?” I ask, a little confused.

  “It’s time to ghost your mom, brother. Stop letting her run your life. Because the addictions, she chooses, she just brought your ol’ lady’s past to her doorstep.” He shakes his head, “If she is what you say she is to you, then she is your future. Don’t choose your mom over her when she can’t choose you over the addictions.” He shrugs.

  “T!” he bellows while I’m still in thought.

  “Yeah, Prez?” T answers.

  “Get the Avengers to pick this asshole up and get him in an unwelcomed guest room,” Chris says.

  “On it.” He clips out as he pulls his phone out. Before he hits call, he looks at me. “Your ol’ lady heard what he said by the way.” He nods to Nathan and hits call and starts talking about what needs done.

  “You guys got this?” I ask, needing to be with my woman.

  “Got it, brother,” they both reply.

  I walk through the club and take two stairs at a time to get to her sooner. The door is open when I get there and she’s sitting on the bed, knees to her chest, head on her knees.

  I walk up to her and wrap her up in my arms. Her legs and arms instantly go around my body as she buries her face into my chest.

  “I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you, but I wanted so badly to face him and tell him to go fuck himself. But then he brought up…” she trails off on a shudder.

  “It’s okay, sweetheart. I just wish you hadn’t heard it.” I’m trying to control the anger still in my body that Nathan brought forth. Plus, my mom fucking bringing him here. I just can’t think right now.

  “Schuyler.” Her eyes come up to meet mine. “I need you right now, but if you don’t want to—” my words are cut off by her fingers to my lips.

  “Stop. If you need me, use me. Take what you need Vice, I’m yours,” she whispers.

  She drops her legs from around my waist and stands up. She walks over to my door and shuts it. She turns around and lifts her shirt over her head. As she walks, she undresses. Her pants are next, then her bra, and finally the lace underwear that matches. Her gaze rakes over me from head to toe, making me want her all the more. She’s so fucking sexy. I just want my hands on her and that’s what I do. I walk to her and pick her up and her legs go right around my waist again, like they are made to do so.