16. Rogue
ROGUE
Iwalk outside with my crew right behind me. I always knew if I kept Angel and they knew she was mine, that they’d come around. They’d have no fucking choice, but I sure as shit didn’t expect that day to be today after our club just got shot to shit last night.
But I saw the looks of admiration and side conversations happening when Angel worked for hours without taking a break to try and help clean up the mess the Scorpions made.
And when they saw the floors this morning and asked me who polished them to a shine, I told them Angel and I took care of it last night.
Many of those eyes were filled with respect.
They knew without me telling them that she’s mine and that even after hours of cleaning she must have spent hours last night even with my help on that floor.
I always knew having a female, other than the occasional bunny, in the club would change the dynamics some, but never in a thousand years did I envision it to be me who would bring a female to actually live here first. And that is what I’m doing because like I told Angel, I’m sure as fuck not giving her back to the Scorpions.
Johnny gets us up to speed and doles out tasks to the crew, things we can do while his carpenters take care of things they do best. And as I’m pulling off siding riddled with gunshot blasts all I can think of is that things with the Scorpions have escalated fast.
We knew they would come and had a plan in place to settle some scores but the money they must be expecting from Angel’s buyer is a kick in the teeth for them.
And then losing so many of their men when they thought they took us by surprise.
How they didn’t think we’d be waiting for the dumbfucks to try and get her again is too unbelievable.
That prez must be running on pure adrenaline, jacked up on coke, greed, and fear of whoever he was going to hand Angel to.
The Scorpions won’t be knocking on our door like that again. They know we’ll have this place surrounded and blow their asses full of lead time and time again. But now, they’ve pissed me off more than they ever have before. Coming for Angel was a big fucking mistake.
Knocking heads with the Scorpions, that doesn’t bother me at all.
We were on the verge of an all-out war already; it was inevitable given the territory feud.
This just brought what was brewing to a head but this thing with Angel, that’s a whole different ball game.
It’s not as simple as her leaving and them telling the buyer sorry, she’s gone.
That just doesn’t happen without a lot of people ending up dead.
Money, lots of money has probably changed hands to find the right girl to fit this perverted fuck’s fantasy, money used to pay her stepfather for both women.
It’s an assumption, but it’s how things usually roll.
Even if money hasn’t changed hands, whoever this buyer is has to be a powerful man.
Someone who thinks his money can keep him above the law and probably always has up to this point.
Whether he’s connected or not, he’s probably got people on his payroll that can do whatever dirty deeds he needs done, people paid off to move barriers and get him what he wants.
This fucker has to be so rich that money is no object all while he hides out somewhere he thinks is impenetrable, just waiting for them to deliver the red-haired, green eyed, virgin.
The Scorpions more than likely haven’t told him that they lost his virgin, and if they did, they were probably told in no uncertain terms to do what it takes to bring her to him. My guess is that’s why the second attack.
They don’t know it yet, but any chance of the assholes getting Angel returned intact or at all was taken from them last night, because I’m certainly not giving her or her virginity back.
Whatever deal the Scorpions made with this powerful man, they are going to be unable to comply.
They’re going to be on his shit list for sure, and who knows what other revenue streams like running guns, girls, dope or anything else he provides for the Scorpions.
They are in a no-win position with whoever this fuck is and squeezing a Scorpion like this, crushing their credibility, potentially cutting off future revenue streams, and their standing in the community for not delivering as promised and then having our crew annihilate a ton of their crew.
Shit…
Once they learn she’s no longer a virgin and they won’t ever be able to deliver as promised, they aren’t going to want her alive anymore.
No, once they learn what she’s done, that she’s no longer a virgin and of value to their powerful buyer, the Scorpions are going to want her death.
But they don’t know that yet and there’s no way for them to know. No one knows but us.
Because if they find out they’re going to want to make her punishment and death as painful and slow as possible to send a message out to anyone who tries to stand in their way again and even get back into the buyer’s good graces.
If we wait too long, forces we don’t know about may get called in.
Lots of fucking things to consider, but we need to go on offense, after last night, that’s for damn sure.
In this, Angel and the Royal Bastards are both going to be targets unless we strike first, and that’s exactly what we’re fucking going to do.
Sure we can protect ourselves here again and again, keep cleaning up the mess or we can annihilate the sons of bitches.
And that’s what we’re going to fucking do.
I don’t expect to see Angel until we go inside but a couple hours into the demo work she wheels out a cooler full of ice-cold drinks and sandwiches for everyone.
I get a couple looks from my men who are trying not to give me the business but having a hard time keeping those ridiculous looks off their faces when I put my arm around her and give her a kiss.
“Thanks, Angel.” I turn to my crew. “Quit gawking like you’ve never seen a female before, and dig in. ”
Angel blushes up at me because I’m not taking my arm from around her waist. I’m making a statement and every single one of them knows what I mean. “She’s mine.”
The men dig into the cold drinks, popping tops of the canned soda chilling in ice, guzzling it like they haven’t been drinking water from the construction coolers all morning long.
“Thanks, Angel,” a few of them say before passing out sandwiches.
I turn to her. “I see you made yourself right to home,” I say.
Her cheeks turn a pretty shade of pink, a color that makes me want to do unmentionable things to her time and time again.
Angel’s green eyes flash. “It’s the least I can do.” She grabs a sandwich and pulls the saran wrap away from it and hands it to me, leaning in close. “I put extra meat and cheese in yours.” She tip toes and whispers in my ear. “To give you energy for tonight.”
Fuck me… My little virginal Angel is no angel at all. She knows exactly how to bat those eyes and get me going. That’s for damn fucking sure.
I give her a smirk. She may just have to beg for a while tonight while I torture her unmercifully with the tip of my tongue. I chew my sandwich, but the taste of my Angel is what I really have on my mind.