Angel: Dark MC Romance: Iron Vikings MC 4

Chapter 4

Five weeks later

“Angel! One sec!” Zeus yelled over the loud rock music, motioning his hand for Angel to join him and Wolf at their table in the back of the clubhouse.

Angel slapped Molly’s butt and said, “Go find yourself another brother for the night.”

The redhead linked her arm with his, looking up into his eyes as she whined, “I’ll wait for you. I don’t want anyone else.”

Angel wormed himself free from her tight grip. Sticking to just fucking Molly these past weeks in lockdown had given the sweetbutt the wrong impression.

With her loud mouth, fiery red hair, big butt and even bigger tits in skimpy clothes, Molly was the complete opposite of Quiet One. And that suited him just fine, since he tried his best to forget Nora.

“That’s club life, Sweets. I’m not the one girl kinda man.”

Molly grinned. “So? We can switch things up, invite others to join us.”

Angel laughed. “Yeah. You love switching things up, all right.”

Molly playfully pushed his chest. “Hush! You love sharing me.”

Angel leaned in, making sure he got her full attention, and said, “I love fucking. I don’t love people. Never get the two mixed up.”

Angel left her standing in the middle of the bar, hoping she would get the message. He would have to figure out another way to get Quiet One out of his head, since he wouldn’t go near Molly anytime soon.

“Geez, took you long enough,” Wolf said as Angel joined him and Zeus at their table.

“Thanks,” Angel said to Squirrel, who placed a beer bottle in front of him.

Angel ignored Wolf’s grumble about not needing to thank the prospect and pointed his thumb over his shoulder where Squirrel walked up to Turtle at the bar.

“When’s the vote?”

Out of the three current prospects, Squirrel had earned a chance to become a full-patched member first. While Green, another prospect, literally turned green at the sight of the two dead suckers inside the abandoned cabin in the woods, Squirrel kept his head clear and helped Angel burn down the spot where the Storm Riders had held Whirlwind.

“Not anytime soon,” Wolf grumbled.

Angel knew that his best friend will tell him what got him so worked up in the next few minutes since Wolf wasn’t built to grouch and moan for long.

Angel downed his beer in one go and sat back in his chair, scanning the bar behind him through the mirror hanging on the wall above Wolf’s head.

Quiet One still hadn’t come out tonight.

He wondered if she was reading one of her weird vampire books he found three days ago in her room while she was sparring with Whirlwind in the gym.

He quickly wiped the smile from his face. Angel had Quiet One’s number since she acted shocked and disgusted by the debauchery in the clubhouse, but secretly read stories about some vampire guy fucking everything with and without a pulse.

Wolf scanned the bar before leaning in. Zeus and Angel automatically followed suit so they could hear him over the ear-splitting music.

“Squirrel and Evan watched the Storm Riders’ clubhouse earlier tonight. Those scumbags boarded everything shut and left town. We’ll discuss torching the place tomorrow at church.”

Zeus brought a hand through his shoulder-length hair. “Burning down their clubhouse ain’t enough.”

Wolf nodded. “I know.”

“At least we can finally end this fuckin’ lockdown now they’re out of our hair,” Zeus said.

The end of lockdown meant that Quiet One would no longer scurry around the clubhouse on a daily basis. It also meant he couldn’t keep an eye on her, looking out for her like some fucking golden retriever, hoping she’ll give him one of her sweet smiles in passing. Angel swallowed his sudden dry throat.

“Prospect! Where’s my fuckin’ beer!?” Angel roared.

Squirrel dropped a glass on the floor behind the bar in his haste to accommodate him.

“Fuckin’ Prospect can’t even hold on to a glass. He can forget my vote,” Wolf grumbled.

“What the fuck is up with you?” Angel said to Wolf, now both in a foul mood.

“Burning down their clubhouse and ending this lockdown is useless with Silas still alive and kicking in Vegas. Our Old Ladies will never be safe,” Wolf said.

Dead set on bringing down IVMC, their former Vice President, Silas, didn’t give a shit who stood in his way. As the fearless mastermind behind the skin and drug trade with the cartel, Silas was the Storm Rider to watch out for most.

Nora could never fight Silas or his slimy group of rapists like her sister did. The thought of them even breathing the same air as Quiet One made him see red.

Angel suddenly realized how Amara changed everything for Wolf. The joker who’d fucked every club whore sideways, and never took anything serious except for his position in the club and in the Doukas family, now couldn’t hide something troubled him.

“We’ll keep them safe, brother,” Angel said.

His friend nodded. “I know.”

“We’ll have church at eight. Start the day fresh reclaiming our clubhouse,” Zeus said.

Angel hummed. “Okay, I’ll tell the others.”

“Good. Now I’m gonna find my wife. You wanna join us?” Zeus asked Angel.

Angel knew all too well what that invitation meant. Months ago, he’d joined Zeus and Gwenn in their bedroom, along with Dragon. It had been fun, but in hindsight, not his brightest move since Gwenn happened to be Quiet One’s newfound half-sister.

At the time, he’d never really talked to Quiet One, let alone dreamed of kissing Nora Walker.

Well, that was a lie.

He’d dreamed about Nora over the past few years, fantasizing about corrupting the sweeter half of the Walker twins, thinking it would never become a reality. Until that first night of lockdown, almost five weeks ago.

Whenever he closed his eyes, he could still taste strawberries on his lips remembering her sitting on top of the kitchen counter in nothing but a skimpy pink night short and top.

“What’s on your mind, brother?” Zeus asked him.

“Nothin’, Z.”

“You haven’t joined us for months. Is there somethin’ I should know about?”

Angel shook his head. “Nah. It’s been fun, but I’ll no longer join you and your Old Lady.”

He didn’t know he’d felt this way until he spoke the words out loud.

“My wife already said you can never join us again. I was just busting your balls,” Zeus said.

Wolf couldn’t hide his stupid grin fast enough.

“What?” Angel barked at Wolf.

“Brass Balls put you in the doghouse? What did you do, brother?” Wolf asked and chuckled, his shitty mood clearing up by running his fucking mouth.

“Nothin’,” Angel said.

“This got something to do with little Miss Nora Walker roaming the hallway at night?” Wolf asked.

Angel stood from his chair, flipping them both off since Zeus joined in on Wolf’s laughter.

He exited the bar, walked up the stairs while ignoring every fucker on his way. He held still in front of Crusher and Zion’s open door.

“Church tomorrow morning at eight!” he yelled, not waiting for a RSVP from Zion with his mouth full while kneeling in front of Crusher, who had his pants around his ankles. Angel couldn’t care less about getting a response. He had to notify the rest of the officers.

“Oh, sorry,” Nora said in the door opening of her brother’s room on the other side of the hallway. She quickly stepped back, slamming the damn door in his face.

Like a glutton for punishment, he opened her door before she could lock it.

“Why did you do that?” he asked her.

Nora stared up at him with her smokey eyes, her hand resting upon her heaving chest like he’d scared her or something.

“Sorry. Didn’t mean to barge in here like that.”

“I-it’s fine.”

He stepped into her room, closing the door behind him so all the busybodies in this club didn’t have yet another thing to gossip about.

“No. It’s not fine. It’s nowhere near fucking fine,” he said as he took her face in between the palm of his hands.

“What’s wrong?” she said as she scrunched her cute button nose.

“I’m going mad.”

“Why?” she asked, as she stood a little taller.

He liked that she finally got comfortable enough to not shy away from him. He’d hated how she used to treat him like everybody else: too scared of her own shadow to deal with the men in this club.

It took him a few weeks, but she now held his stare, not breaking eye-contact even though the air crackled between them.

“You.”

“Me, what?”

He brushed his thumb over the apple of her cheek. “You’re being your sweet self and I just can’t fuckin’ let it go.”

“You’re not making any sense, Angel.”

“Thomas.”

“I-is that your real name?”

He couldn’t believe he told her. Nor did he understand why he felt the need to. The upcoming end of this lockdown must have messed up his head.

“Thomas,” she whispered, testing his name on her lips.

It had been at least a decade since someone called him by his birth name. He pulled a shoulder in a false attempt to stop the shiver travel his spine.

“What could you possibly want from me, Thomas? I’m not like?—”

“You’re exceptional.”

While her nervous giggle filled the room, he wished he could turn around and walk out the door. It’s what he should do. It’s what everyone expected from him.

His right hand slid down, engulfing her slender throat. His dick ached as she nervously swallowed and licked her puffy lips, anticipating what was to come.

He held her eyes and whispered, “One last kiss.”

She closed the distance before he could, pressing her soft lips against his.