Venom (Dark Angel’s MC #5)

Prologue

Venom – Age Nineteen

I slowly lick my bottom lip as I watch Angel drop down on the pole while opening her legs, her shaved pussy dripping with need coming into view, and my cock twitches, wanting to come out to play.

I don’t listen to it, though. Instead, I stay leaned back in my chair, a beer dangling from my fingers and watch the show before me with a smirk, knowing she’s getting pissed because I’m not falling at her feet like most men surrounding the room are, her furrowed brow proof of that, frustration radiating from her.

Fuck she’s nearly slipped three times, which is just fucking hilarious.

Music blares, customers cheer, and half-naked women walk around holding trays full of drinks while five girls dance on the separate silver and black stages, Angel being one of them, and despite the several men vying for her attention, she’s focused on me like always.

I know what she wants, and she may get it as soon as she’s finished her set, but not before. She knows this, yet she’ll try to push for more beforehand, like always which in hindsight puts me off.

Maybe I need to knock her down a peg or two and fuck someone else for a while. Angel seems to think she owns me and tries to push her luck quite a bit, especially with other brothers, bringing up the fact that she’s my main squeeze.

Many times she’s tried to get the main stage using my name to get what she wants, and many fucking times I’ve had my day interrupted, only pissing me off further. I think it’s time she understood no woman owns me, especially not a patch chaser looking for a free meal ticket.

Angel has worked at Dark Angel’s Girls for as long as I can remember, making her a veteran at the club that many brothers have fucked. She’s also the woman who took my virginity when I was fourteen, something not many are aware of.

If my mama found out, she’d kill her, then me.

I watch as Angel's dark brown eyes zone in on my cut, and I take a sip of my beer as I tilt my head and eye her back, watching as want, need, and possession radiate off her.

This cut, the leather that hugs my shoulders, is the reason why she tried grooming me at fourteen, but tough shit for her, it didn’t work.

I get my rocks off whenever I want, and she’ll whine because I haven’t fallen for her games when I throw money at her feet and walk away, like I have done since I was fourteen.

I wanted to fuck, and she was easy pickings when the clubwhores never interested me, especially knowing my father has fucked them, men I see as uncles.

Angel runs two fingers through her pussy, spreading it as she does to try and entice me and yeah my dick twitches but again, I don’t move.

For as long as I’ve known her, I knew she was using me, grooming me.

I may have been new to fucking, but I knew a patch chaser when I see one.

That is the life of a brother, one I was brought up to understand the difference because becoming one was my destiny, one I don’t take for granted, one I refuse to disappoint in.

Growing up in the Dark Angel’s MC, I always knew I’d become a brother, to follow in my father’s footsteps but what I didn’t see coming, was being announced at the age of ten that I’ll be taking over from my uncle, Cannon, as an officer of the club.

Which is precisely when Angel took a shine in me because before then, no one knew I was going to gain that role, a role my father never got to become, not wanting it, preferring to be more active in mine and my sisters life.

Apparently my mom was pissed when he declined an officer role and had been stuck up for a while after pissing dad off to the point he lowered the amount of money he transferred in her account for her spending habits and I’ll have to admit, there are times I’ll sit back and wonder if my mama was a patch chaser playing the long game with dad but then I’ll squash it because I know dad has fucked a few clubwhores.

I realize she’s lashing out using his money as revenge because she loves him too much to leave him like some old ladies have done in the past.

My phone vibrates as Angel swings on the pole, then twists into an upside-down split, which makes the men cheer, and I get my phone out instead of enjoying the show along with everyone else.

Can’t risk it being club business or my uncle, with whom I have spent most of my time for the past nine years with so I don’t fuck up taking over from him as Road Captain.

The men cheer louder, but I don’t look up as I read the text from Psycho, the club's soon-to-be VP, and a close friend.

Psycho:

Heads up, Ivy’s off to see Raya after Glock banned her from leaving the clubhouse. She muttered something about it being her birthday and not wanting to let her friend down.

Mother fucker!

I quickly message back as anger courses through me.

Me:

So yet again she’s ignoring Dad's warnings! Fuck, the sooner she ditches her, the fucking better!

I press send and take a deep breath.

Psycho and my sister have been best friends for years, despite him being four years her senior. He always puts her first and watches her like a hawk, which I am happy about, fuck, I can even see him claiming her when she’s of age, though he’d deny it, but Raya…

My jaw ticks, and the show before me, Angel, trying her hardest to get my attention, is gone. My sole focus is now the little bitch who keeps encouraging my sister to go against Dad’s orders, all because she can get away with it herself.

The girl has grown up rich, very fucking rich and spoiled, and for years she has clung to my little sister, and deep down, I know it’s to piss off her daddy, wanting more attention. Every time I’m in the room, she fucking eyes me but never looks me in the eye, and she doesn’t speak.

She’s giving patch chaser vibes, and I fucking hate that my sister won’t open her fucking eyes and see that she’s being used.

She’s rebelling, I know it, the club knows it and I made it clear after Raya clung to her that she needed to let her go.

I love my sister, but girls don’t tend to continue being her friend after the age of ten because of us brothers, and I know that sounds like a dickish thing to say, but it’s the truth, and the fact that Raya gets quiet around me further proves it.

My phone buzzes, and I check it.

Psycho:

The more you push to end their friendship, the harder she’s going to push back. Just give it time, she’ll soon ditch her when she realizes she used her, and Glock mentioned storming Raya’s house later to grab her.

“Why the long face?” I hear Blade, my future Prez, ask, and I turn my head and look his way as he takes a seat next to me.

“You going to cut your hair yet?” I ask, changing the subject, knowing Mama Lopez hates that he grew out his black hair to his shoulders.

“Never, now stop changing the subject,” he chuckles, and I roll my eyes as more cheers echo around us, and I take a sip of my beer fucking pissed.

“Ivy’s gone to Raya’s,” I admit, and he sighs.

“Brother, you need to stop pushing her to end her friendship,” he says, and I scoff, “You and Psycho teaming up on me now?”

I raise a brow as he laughs and admits, “To be fair, we do think alike,” and I shake my head, then sigh.

“She’s using her brother, I just know it,” I mutter.

“They’ve been friends since they were five, maybe you’re just looking too deep into their friendship,” he replies, then leans forward and says, “Maybe, just maybe, you make the girl nervous how you constantly glare at her, which is why she never speaks to you and always looks at you warily.”

I wince and ask, “I don’t glare at her all the time, do I?”

He shrugs while raising a brow, and I groan as I rub my tatted hand down my face, making him snort.

Okay, so maybe I didn’t realize I was scaring the girl.

“Try being nice, you know, not glare at the girl and see if she changes towards you,” he says and I nod reluctantly as I slouch in my chair and he says, “If she does change then you know all along you just scared her, if she doesn’t then you can continue with the thoughts that she’s using Ivy and me and the boys will help split them for you. ”

“Fine, I’ll try,” I agree, and he laughs but it cuts short as I ask, “So what are you doing here anyhow? Shouldn’t you be fixing old man Triver's car?”

He groans, “Technically, yes I should be because of course it’s back again,” I chuckle and he says, “Dad’s asking if you can log into the Hyena accounts, apparently they’ve been approaching our territory again and he’s pissed, he wants all their fundings to be given out to several charities along with a warning note for them not to fuck with us because next time it’ll be a bullet in their heads. ”

I nod as I drop my beer on the table without hesitation.

Growing up, computers were my thing. Not one brother was aware of how good I was until one morning, when the police showed up with a warrant for my computer after I logged into the government fundings and distributed the funds to the poorer families in town, draining their accounts.

I was seven and the fuckers were shocked, expecting an adult to be the culprit, and I was very lucky not to get locked up, especially when I played dumb and claimed I thought I was playing a game.

Since then, I’ve learned how to hide myself on the web, and every brother comes to me when they have problems. I also ensured Blade had unlimited funds when he did a stint in juvie a few years ago.

He took the fall for Fury after some bitch tried to plant drugs on him and get him arrested and Blade managed to grab the bag but a newbie cop not on our payroll searched and charged him after he interfered in Fury’s search.

I mutter, “No problem, I’m done here now anyhow after finding out Ives went against Dad yet again for that girl.”

Blade reminds me, “Be nice,” and I huff but nod and reply, “Yeah, yeah, come on, I’ve got books to go over for the club as well,” and I stand just as a body saunters over to us, getting our attention.