Abandoned Angel (13 page)

Blaze handed Angelina a red toothbrush and a small tube of toothpaste when they reached the end of the trail, bordered by trees and bushes. She was relieved it was still in its package and unused. Her mouth was dry and in desperate need of a good cleaning.

“Thanks,” was all she said when she accepted the toiletries.

Had her head not hurt so badly, she would have wondered where he had gotten the items, but it did hurt, so she didn’t care. Angelina entered the dingy bathroom, peed into the same dirty toilet she had used the night before, and then brushed her white teeth. Having a clean mouth did wonders for her demeanor. She felt refreshed. When she walked back outside Blaze was standing in the same spot, as if he were keeping guard of her. The action unsettled Angelina. He motioned for her to follow and led Angelina away from the bathroom towards a small pond behind the bushes. Angelina stopped for a moment astonished by the beauty. She breathed deeply, taking the tranquility in. The water was clearer than she remembered seeing in a pond. The exquisite body of water sat perched alone, surrounded by nature’s beauty. The deep green trees and robust bushes bordering the pond created a picturesque quality. The early morning light flickered off the top of the motionless water, putting Angelina in a temporary state of awe. She stood with her lips parted, taking in the scenery.

Blaze had left a white towel and a bar of soap sitting on a large boulder, next to the water, for Angelina to use.

“Clean yourself in there,” he stated without much emotion. “It’s a little cold.”

She smiled her acknowledgement. The tired woman stood for a moment a little unsure of herself, waiting for Blaze to walk away. When he remained unmoved, she turned her back to him and hesitantly removed her filthy torn shirt. By the time she lifted it up over her head, she heard the ground crunching under the weight of his feet as he left the area. Because Angelina wondered if Blaze was watching her, she decided to bathe in her underwear and bra. Since they needed washing as well, she would remove them in the water, clean them, and then put them back on before leaving the pond. This would provide her some privacy.

Although the crisp water sent a chill up her tired body, it brought a refreshing shock to her being, waking her fully. It took a couple of minutes for her to adjust to the cold, but once her body adjusted to the temperature, she became comfortable and calm, almost surreal. She walked out far enough to keep herself under the water up to her shoulders with her knees bent. She carefully lathered the yellow soap and then cleaned herself, slowly, deliberately enjoying each movement. It was stimulating to bathe in a public area and she suddenly felt very alive and free. She used the soap to wash her wet hair, wondering how she would manage to get the knots out. After cleaning herself completely she cautiously removed her white panties. Since she suspected Blaze watched her, she washed them as quickly as she could. Once rinsed, she bent in the water and placed them back on, smiling as she felt the mud squish between her toes. Angelina opted not to wash the bra she was wearing, not wanting to have her breasts bared above the water line. Staring out into the bushes, she tried to determine if anyone was observing her. When she didn’t hear anything unusual, she allowed herself to relax and swam in the pond, enjoying the solitude. The chilled water felt good against her achy body. The sun was beginning to brighten. Angelina imagined that it would be a beautifully, warm day - a perfect day to ride. She floated on her back, with the warmth of the sun lighting her face. She closed her eyes and imagined she was out in the pond behind their old house, before her mother passed away. That was a peaceful time, one of the only times in her life when she didn’t know fear.

When Angelina dared not to stay in the water any longer, she swam back to shore and dried herself off. She then spread the old towel on a large boulder. She relaxed on the rock with her back towards the path, taking in the beauty of the morning, listening to the chirping of birds off in the distant. She hoped everyone would sleep in for a while so she could enjoy the peace a bit longer. Many of them had been up drinking and drugging thru the night, so the odds were that they would sleep late into the morning.

Angelina stretched out on the boulder, hoping to get her underwear and bra sun dried before she had to put her clothing back on. She did not realize that Spike was watching her from behind a bush about ten yards away.

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Spike had awoken early with an aching bladder screaming at him to take a piss. The sun was just starting to come up. Rather than hike the distance to the toilet, he crept into the bushes to relieve himself. He had barely finished when he heard the voices farther down the hill. Curious to see who else was up he worked his way down the slope and peaked through the shrubberies to find Blaze telling his bitch to clean herself. The bastard did not even stick around to watch her undress.

That’s ok
, he thought.
I’ll watch the whore
.

Spike anxiously stood hidden by the leaves, hunger in his eyes, and watched as Angelina removed her tattered shirt. He could not wait to get his hands on her. His pulse raced as he eagerly watched the woman remove her tight jeans. His groin tightened against his own faded Levis. He ached for her as she pulled her pants down past her silky thighs, and then her knees. The way she stepped out of them sparked something deep inside of the man. He could see the curves of her legs and her tight ass as she bent to lay her pants on the ground. He waited for her to remove her underwear and thin bra. Disappointment and anger struck when she entered the water without removing anything else, as if she had stopped only to taunt him. Spike continued to stalk Angelina as she cleaned herself. Watching her slow, smooth sensual movements frustrated Spike, as if she were teasing him deliberately. He strained to see the woman removed her underwear in the water. He could not tell for sure, but by her simple movements, assumed she was cleaning them. The outsider kept most of her body under the water as she did this. It was as if she knew Spike was there and was hiding herself from him. This pissed him off. Spike hoped the bitch would walk out of the pond completely naked, but she had placed the underwear back on while in the water. This action felt so deliberately cruel to him that for a moment he forgot that she did not know he was watching her. Spike observed as Angelina relaxed and floated on her back. He could see the tip of her breasts floating above the water. The brown of her nipples ignited more desire. He had to have her, and he would take her forcefully when he did. He reached down and rubbed his hardening membrane as he lusted after her. Spike followed Angelina’s every move, memorizing her curves, as she stepped out of the brisk water to dry herself. Careful not to make any noise, Spike worked his way over a few feet closer to the pond. He would show Blaze whom the bitch belonged to after all. She would have been his if Blaze had not intervened. He should be fucking her, not Blaze. She would be his, and soon. Spike assured himself of this as he watched her lay on the towel, taunting him with her perfect, wet body.

Spike listened to the sounds surrounding him, trying to determine if Blaze was around. He wanted Angelina. He wanted to take her, and to own her. He wanted her now. He wanted her to beg him to stop when she had too much, as it should be. If she rode with the club, HE should be riding her. Spike was cautious though. He had seen Blazes temper get the best of him more than once, and knew the man could handle himself. He could fight as well as any of them in the club, probably better, though Spike would never have admitted that to the others. The only way Spike could take Blaze was with a gun, and he didn’t have his on him. Besides, that would only cause problems for him with the members of the club. Blaze was well liked and respected for what he contributed. Taking him that way would not work.

Spike stood for a moment longer behind the rustic bush, listening for any sign of Blaze. He worked his vision around the bustling trees as he listened, looking for anything that appeared out of place. With no sign of Blaze in sight, Spike inched closer to Angelina, careful to make as little noise as possible. He planned to sneak up on the bitch and take her right there on that damn rock. He would show her the rules of the club. Spike intended to teach Blaze that if he wore the colors, and lived the life, he must follow the rules.

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Angelina leaned back on the rock, enjoying the solitude and peace. The pond was very beautiful, as it loomed still in the early morning air. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the morning sounds fluttering in the atmosphere. She imagined the birds were talking back and forth amongst themselves, discussing the coming events of the day. Angelina continued to lie there, taking in the sun, worry gone from her thoughts. She was surprised at how quickly her under clothes were drying. She had just about dozed off when she heard the crackling sound of dirt and leaves crunching behind her. Startled, she turned quickly expecting to see that Blaze had returned. She grabbed her shirt and covered herself as she continued to look up the path, but she saw no one. An awful feeling gnawed in her gut as she searched for the position of the sound. Although her bra was still a little damp against her body, she threw her shirt over her head and stood, grabbing her jeans on her way up. She sensed that someone was watching her, but could not find the source. Without taking her eyes off the narrow path, Angelina quickly placed one leg into her dusty jeans, and then the other. She thought she saw movement to the right of the trail and froze. Her heart beat fiercely beneath her damp tee shirt. She was suddenly very aware that she had nowhere to go other than back into the water or towards the trail - towards the sound that had just frightened her. If it was Blaze, why had he not shown his face? He had no reason to spy on her. If he had wanted to watch, he would have stayed and watched. Angelina could have done nothing about it, and she knew that. Angelina scanned the bushes and the trees, looking for anything that did not belong. Again, she thought she saw movement just off the trail. As she raced to figure out what to do, Blaze turned the corner on the walkway that led to her.

“What’s wrong?” Blaze asked when he reached Angelina. He could see the fear in her eyes. She pulled the dirty jeans up over her bottom.

“Oh, nothing,” she responded, forcing a grin. “Early morning spooks is all.” She felt foolish for allowing her imagination to get the best of her.

In the distance there was a deep rumble as a bike started up, and then another, and another.

“Are we leaving?” Angelina asked, excited over the thought of getting herself closer to Justin. Blaze handed Angelina a half-full bottle of warm water and a comb. He watched as she guzzled the liquid.

“No not yet, the guys have some running to do,” Blaze responded.

“Oh.” Angelina tried to hide the disappointment she felt, as she began to pick through her hair with the comb.

“It’s still early, you can go back to sleep and get some rest before we ride,” Blaze stated as they headed back up the path. “I put a clean shirt out for you - put it on,” he continued.

Angelina worked to get the knots out of her tangled hair as they walked back up to their bedding. Being clean again felt great, as did putting on a fresh shirt. She was disappointed though that they weren’t leaving right away, but knew she could use a little more sleep. She was frustrated that they were not going to head out first thing, but she would have to let the feeling go, and sleeping would help her to do that.

Blaze stayed in the area as Angelina drifted back to sleep. The medicine he put in her water bottle kicked in quickly. He figured that as sore as she was, she would only toss and turn if he didn’t give her something to help with the pain. He also did not want Angelina sitting at the camp worried and afraid while he was gone. The woman had enough to worry about already. Blaze planted himself under a nearby tree and smoked a cigarette. He took in the crisp morning air as he did so. He had always loved the outdoors, and now he was able to enjoy the comfort it brought him on an almost daily basis.

Patiently, he waited for Spike to leave the camp. Although they had business to take care of, Blaze was not about to leave until after Spike had. Blaze was not proud of the part he played in club business, but justified it by keeping his hands clean as much as he could. Doc had already informed him that they would be staying another night, but Blaze had not had the heart to tell Angelina this. She was anxious to get to her son. Staying another night would be a setback for her. Blaze figured he would tell her later, after she had gotten some more rest. He hoped the painkiller he gave her would allow her to do that.

Blaze listened as the others fired up their bikes, taking in the early morning sounds. Each motorcycle possessed a different type of rumble. He was waiting to hear the particular growl of Spikes low riding Harley. Once he heard it, he lifted himself off the ground to head out. Blaze understood that he needed to go with the rest of the group, but wasn’t about to leave Angelina there alone as long as Spike was still in the vicinity. That would only be inviting trouble.

Although unaware of his presence, Blaze had kept an eye on Angelina while she bathed in the pond. Not wanting to make her uncomfortable, he chose a spot that kept him well hidden while ensuring that he could keep her safe. He noticed Spike watching Angelina about two minutes after he left her by the edge of the water. Blaze watched as Spike moved in closer to the bathing woman. He could see the man’s lust and sensed his anger. Blaze had no doubt that Spike would have raped Angelina, and probably beat her senseless, had he not been there watching - if for no other reason than to show Blaze who was in charge. The two bikers had been at odds with each other from the first time they rode together. Blaze did not like Spike or anything he represented. He was cruel and selfish and expected all of the members to snap to attention when he spoke. Blaze did not work that way and it pissed Spike off. Spike was used to taking what he wanted, and he made no secret of the fact that he wanted Angelina. The idea that Blaze was not allowing that to happen added to the sting. Blaze could see that Angelina had suspected that someone was there watching her as she cleaned. He led her to believe that it had been him. He saw no sense in allowing her to worry about how much danger she was
in
. She had enough worry and fear to deal with over the kidnapping of her son.