Chapter 16
Cage
I slowly lick my bottom lip as I lean against the torture chamber wall of the Dark Angels MC and stare at the passed-out fucker chained to the ceiling.
His arms are stretched above his head, his feet dangling and only wearing his boxers.
My sole attention is my girl's name tattooed large over his right shoulder, which unfortunately for this fucker is only making me angrier.
He tried to claim her, my fucking girl, while screwing her sister.
Walking in to see my girl kneeing him, my cock hardened, hearing her sass, it went solid, but seeing the cut on her fucking lip, had me ready for murder.
The fucker backhanded her. By the bruise that was forming on her face, he fucking did it more than once.
“Does it help that she broke his dick?” Psycho, the Dark Angels VP, questions, and I shake my head at the fucker while his brothers chuckle.
“No, it doesn’t,” I grunt, though hearing his cries of pain when I forced him to stand up sounded like music to my fucking ears. My girl kneed him so hard she broke his dick, which clearly was hard when he attacked her.
Rage, so much fucking rage is running through me right now.
“Fucking Trick… and your dad is going to kill us,” Blade grumbles, and I hum, not disagreeing.
“I’m just not ready,” I admit, and Blade grunts in acknowledgment, knowing I’m not.
I know I could have called the club for their help, they’re the same distance from me, like Blade’s club, but I can’t have them around Drew, not yet.
“My little girl, Tate, has taken a rather big shine to a beautiful woman with long sandy blonde hair wearing a man's shirt and tights,” Fury says as he walks into the room, and I look his way in shock.
“Drew is here? I thought she was with her dad?” I ask, and Fury grins wide, his light green eyes shining with humor.
“Good to see how much you’ve fallen, brother,” he says, and I give him the middle finger, making him chuckle before he states, “Yes, she’s here.
Joel brought her, and Anna instantly took her under her wing before Tate jumped on her lap, refusing to move.
Have to admit, she’s good with the kids brother. ”
A picture of Drew swollen and round with my child while dancing appears yet again, and I swallow the lump forming, the fear.
“We’re not ready for kids,” I say, and he hums, then admits, “Neither was I, but Tate is my world, and the only thing I would change is having my girl as her mama.”
I wince, as Psycho says, “Skylar will come round, brother,” and Fury grunts again.
A few years ago, he was forced to make friends with the old Pres’s biological daughter because she wanted nothing to do with the fucker. Fury ended up falling in love with Skylar, and when he was about to tell her the truth and claim her, a clubwhore came forward and admitted to trapping him.
At the time, the idiot thought he was doing the right thing by not only confessing everything to his girl but also ending things so he could focus on becoming a dad and getting full custody, he’s now regretting it.
He wants his girl back, but she doesn’t want him. No one understands why, though several brothers believe Blade’s mother is the reason.
It’s her husband who screwed another woman and conceived Skylar as revenge after she apparently had an affair with a prospect.
I don’t believe Anna fucked the prospect.
I’ve seen the love and anguish she looks at her husband with, the pain that only people who experience severe pain can recognize.
I think something more had happened, and Brick wanted to see what he wanted.
The fucker is going to regret it when she finally tells her truth, especially when even I’ve heard him claim Skylar’s existence is her fault like a jackass.
Shaking my head, I look back at the fucker just as Viper, the club's Sarge, says, “I can’t believe she broke his fucking dick, that must have hurt…”
I chuckle and admit, “It was hot to watch, I can tell you that.”
“How in the fuck did you not kill him on the spot?” Fury asks, and I sigh.
“Drew basically asked me not to shoot him in front of her,” I grumble, and the men in the room laugh just as Blade’s phone rings and the fucker groans while I outright laugh, knowing it’s most likely my dad or Trick.
“Dad?” I confirm, and he grunts, “Nope, your road captain, and you know I won’t be able to bullshit with him.”
I hum, already knowing even omitting the truth is enough to burn bridges with Blaze. The fucker hasn’t had the best life growing up, and the fact that his dad is still trying to have a relationship with him is only making him grumpier.
“Blaze, brother, you’re on speaker,” Blade answers as a groan echoes behind me, and I smirk.
The fucker is waking up.
“Why am I on speaker?” one of my closest friends asks with confusion just as I state, “Fucking show time,” and I turn and prowl forward, Viper handing me a knife as I walk past him, a smirk playing on his lips.
“Was that Cage?!” Blaze demands, and I hear Blade sigh and admit, “It was, he needed our help.”
I hear Blaze curse up a storm because I didn’t come to him, but I ignore him and say, “Wakey, wakey, fucker,” as I slap Drake’s cheek hard and he groans, “My dick, she broke my dick…”
The men laugh before I hear, “What happened to his dick?” and I turn to see Blade has put Blaze on FaceTime, and I wave at the fucker.
“Your brother's girl kneed him after he backhanded her twice,” Psycho admits, and Blaze’s face changes from the smirk at my wave to his hardened anger. “Don’t lose your shit!”
“Said just like a true Pres,” Psycho mutters and I give him the finger as Blaze narrows his eyes with a slight pout just as Crusher comes into view and asks, “Are we having a party?”
I roll my eyes at the idiot as the Dark Angel brothers try to hold in their laughter. The fucker behind me groans in pain and I look back at the soon-to-be-dead man.
“To be fair, if he’s torturing someone who attacked his girl and went to our ally instead of us, he should allow us to at least enjoy the party,” I hear Knuckles explain and I groan, dropping my head just as I hear Bones add, “It does only seem fair doesn’t it, but if he’s killing, does that mean he’ll keep his patch now? ”
“Well, that depends on whether we can convince his girl, when we finally meet her, to move here,” Crash interjects, and I huff.
Fuck’s sake.
“All that is missing is fucking Trick,” I grumble before the fuckfaces voice echoes in the room, “Nah, I’m already here,” and I look at him in shock while he glares at me.
Ah crap.
“Shit,” I hear Blade mutter, and Trick repeats, “Yeah, shit!” before he points at me and snaps, “Seriously, you didn’t even think to fucking call your club with this shit?”
His gray eyes burn with rage, and I wince and admit, “I’m not ready, brother,” and his nostrils flare.
“Shouldn’t you be with your wife?” I try, and I hear laughter echoing from the phone while the Dark Angels all look away, hoping to hold theirs in.
Am I trying to distract him? Yeah, maybe, but do I care? Not one bit, his right hook fucking hurts.
“She believes I’m away fucking some girl after one of the bunnies claimed that is what I was doing. Same bunny who is going around claiming I’m in her bed every night when I’m not,” he admits through gritted teeth, and I sigh, shaking my head.
“Brother,” I say with disappointment.
Allowing Clark to believe he’s fucking others, that their marriage really is only one of convenience, is a massive fucking mistake. He knows it, especially with the fact they’ve been married for six years already.
There’s always been a little something between them, everyone could see it, but both have refused to open their eyes, even after all this time, or Clark has refused, while Trick is slowly beginning to see it.
What happened wouldn’t have happened if there hadn’t been something there, and he would have divorced her by now otherwise.
“Just, not now, Cage, yeah!” he snaps, then demands, “What happened?” as he nods to the fucker behind me.
“He’s Drew’s ex from when they were fifteen,” I explain, “They were together for about a month, never went further than a kiss, and the fucker took it to heart when she ended things.
He made decisions that basically ruined his life, and his idea of shacking up with her spoiled little sister to try and get into Drew's head was the best way to go.
Since I came along, instead of taking his shit and her sister's, Drew finally stood up for herself.”
“So, why is he here then? At the Dark Angels, I’d like to add!” Trick growls, “Because being an ex with issues doesn’t normally warrant this, so what did he do to your girl?”
“One, he’s here because I’m not ready, so get off my back before I start talking about Clark!” I grunt, and he huffs before I state, “Two, the fucker backhanded my girl twice before she kneed him so hard, she broke his dick,” and Trick's eyes darken.
“Okay, so the fucker is dead,” he mutters, and I smirk, but it soon falls when he says, “Why don’t you continue then? When you’re finished, you can introduce me to your girl.”
I hear several shouts and complaints from the phone, and the fucker grins.
“My dick,” Drake groans behind me, and I narrow my eyes at Trick before I turn around and smirk as I lock eyes with Drake’s petrified ones.
“Hello, sunshine,” I mutter, and he chokes, “I-I, she broke my d-dick, s-shouldn’t that be-be payback enough?”
The brothers all chuckle, and I just grin without answering him. I take the knife Psycho passed over and lunge forward before stabbing the blade into his already broken dick.
He screams as Viper gags, “Fuck, that must have hurt,” and I look to see him holding his own junk, making me laugh before I look back at Drake.
I grab the knife and yank it out of his dick, making him cry in pain, and I say, “Let’s have some fun, boys…”
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