10. Rogue
ROGUE
Angel’s heart beats rapidly as the gunfire continues. Shattering windows and throwing glass everywhere. No fucking time to get from upstairs to the lower-level safe room. Too scared those fuckers had already gotten past the door and would have an easy shot.
Prez of the Royal Bastards scared, more scared than I’ve ever fucking been. I exhale a breath against the warm creaminess of her skin, then inhale, taking in her sweet scent. Scared of something happening to Angel, who’s somehow become mine to protect.
Our club has been hit before, and it will be again. It happens when crews fight for the same territory and product rights. But it’s never once been hit over a woman and now it’s happened twice. The fuckers want Angel in the worst of ways.
She’s sure as fuck not working with them, I just wish I knew why they want her so bad now.
The curve of her butt slides against my groin.
I cradle her in my arms, spooning with her as we wait for the bullets to stop and my dick throbs like a motherfucker.
I’m not sure what made me come back up, a sixth sense, or something that told me my Angel was in danger.
“Why weren’t you still under the bed when I came back upstairs? ” I ask against her ear.
She doesn’t answer and I pull her hair back and tuck it between my chest and her head, exposing the length of her creamy skin before pressing my lips to her delicate flesh. “Tell me what I want to know, Angel.”
The warmth of my mouth moves against her sensitive skin and Angel shivers in my arms. “I was going to hand myself over to them. They won’t stop coming, Rogue. They’ll hurt or kill you and your family. All of your men will die if you don’t hand me over. Don’t you see that now?”
My chest tightens with some unknown emotion, something this lonely biker has never felt in all of his years.
Not once has a female protected me, taken care of me for any longer than it took my mom to know she didn’t want to be one and to give me up to a foster system that simply didn’t work.
Foster home after foster home, nobody loved me enough to protect me from the perils of that life.
The crew, the Royal Bastards, they’re the family I never had before.
Each and every one of us brothers we never had before, ones who would take a bullet for the other any day of the week, no matter the reason.
The gunshots die down, and I knew they would after they saw the three fucks trying to come in the side that I took out with my sawed off before coming back here to make sure Angel was okay.
I slide out my cell and get Hayze on the line. “They gone? Anyone hurt?”
He laughs. “Not a fucking scratch. We had them surrounded just like you planned. Our guys came in from behind while they were shooting up the club. Our boys filled them with a back full of lead. Fuckers who aren’t dead took off out of here like a shot.
Tore the club to shit before that though.
I’ll call Johnny down the road and see if him and his guys can come give us a hand at least getting the windows and outside redone.
They like to work at night anyway, stay out of this motherfucking heat.
“Our guys at the PD took the call. They’ll take care of things while me and Sear clean things up.”
“Good work, Hayze.”
My VP is quiet for a moment. I guess he’s not used to me handing out praise but fuck I’m proud of my men.
“Angel okay?” he finally asks, making me hope that Hayze is coming around, because I’m not fucking letting her go and he’s my best friend and closest thing to a brother I’ll ever have.
It’s not often we’re on different sides of a situation.
“She’s good right now,” I tell him before hanging up, because she’s in my arms, exactly where I want her to be.
“Rogue?”
The way she says my name makes my dick harder than it already is pressed up against that fine little ass. “Yeah, Angel?”
“I think you should take me back to the Scorpions.”
My chest pumps with adrenaline. That’s not going to fucking happen. “You’re not going back to those savages. Not today, tomorrow or until hell freezes over in this god forsaken desert.”
Her whole body deflates with her exhale. “It’s probably the only way they’re going to stop. They don’t want you and your men, they want me, and they plan to get a big payday. We’re just screwing that up for them and pissing them off even more.”
I kiss her neck, sending shivers down the length of her spine that I feel all along my body.
Angel is so sensitive and responsive it makes it hard for me to keep my mind on what I wanted to say.
“You are no longer for sale. You don’t belong to the Scorpions.
You are under the Royal Bastards’ protection now. You’re mine, Angel.”
Angel wiggles around, flips over and caresses my cheek with a finger.
“Thank you for protecting me. No man has ever done that for me.” She leans in as I grasp her nape, drawing her closer as I silence her with a ravaging kiss, the type that’s been on my mind since the very first time I saw her, sitting there on her knees looking up at me with those bright green eyes.
I want this woman more than I’ve ever wanted someone in my life. It’s like Angel was dropped from the sky right into my club especially for me and I kiss her with all the passion that should tell her if she doesn’t already know that I’m going to make her mine.