UnLove Me - The Angels Warriors MC Complete Trilogy Box Set (15 page)

Lying to Jasper about not wanting kids almost killed me. What killed me even more was lying about how I got that
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. But I couldn’t tell him, not yet. I place the bowl of French Toast Crunch on the table in front of a still sleepy Glenna, and she digs in. Jasper comes in looking panicked.

“Are you okay?” I ask him, worried. There is a big worried crease spreading above his knitted brows.

He shakes his head no and motions toward Glenna before turning and walking out of the kitchen. “Be right back, G-baby,” I tell her and quickly follow him out.

He’s pacing the living room, hands pulling at his beard. “Bruce is fuckin’ dead.” he tells me, his voice shaking in anger.

“How?” I ask, shocked. I’ve only met Bruce a handful of times, and although he was never overly friendly, he seemed nice enough.

“I don’t know. I gotta go, though. Someone is trying to hurt my fuckin’ club.” He comes to me and gives me a deep hard kiss before letting me go and walking out the front door.

We go to the garage, and since the weather is starting to get even colder, we take the van. It’s lame, a 2006 white Uplander, but I got it cheap with Hilary’s help. It doesn’t exactly suit me, but it gets me where I need to go, all while looking like a soccer mom.

“Okay, hop in,” I tell Glenna. Since she turned six, she doesn’t need her booster anymore. I would have liked to keep her in it longer, but, of course, once she found out that she only needed to be six to get out of it, she flat out refused. None of her friends were in baby seats, she would say.

I get to school, park, and walk her inside to her class.

“Lilly is picking you up after, okay?”

“Yup, as usual,” she says, grinning.

“Love you, G-baby,” I tell her.

“Love you too, Edie.” She runs into her class, and I watch her sit at her desk.

I smile and walk away, but before I turn around, I bump into someone.

“I’m so sorry,” I say, helping to pick up papers that litter the floor.

“You,” I hear sneered.

I look up and see Monica. I knew she was Glenna’s teacher, but I’ve always found reasons not to be around. She looks just as I remember—her short brown hair cut in a bob, framing her cheeks. She is dressed in a grey sweater and black skirt, paired with loafers. She really has the school teacher look down pat.

“I was hoping to never see you again. I guess I should have known this was coming sooner or later,” she says sighing.

“Yeah, well, the feeling is mutual,” I tell her, standing up and passing her the papers I helped pick up.

“Heard you were back together with Angel,” she says, her teeth clenched.

“Um, yeah, we’re working things out,” I say quietly.

She huffs. “Whatever.” She starts to walk around me, but I grab her arm. Maybe I shouldn’t, but I have something to say.

“Just because you hate me, don’t take it out on my sister,” I say, looking at her eyes.

She gives a disgusted look. “I would never do that. Glenna is an amazing kid. Just because her big sister is a cunt, I wouldn’t take that out on her. Not the kind of person I am.”

“What did I do to make you hate me?” I ask her.

She pauses a moment before answering, almost as if she’s trying to think of a good reason. “Why do you think? I lost a friend. I lost Jas, all because of you, all because you’re Eden. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a class to teach,” she says, pulling her arm out of my grasp.

What did she mean by all that? Lost her friend? Lost Jas? Because I’m Eden? She has never liked me. She still has that chip on her shoulder, but I don’t know what I ever did to her.  I know that her and Jasper were together before, because I saw it with my own eyes, but that doesn’t mean she lost him. Hearing her use a nickname for him hurts. She calls him Jas.

I closed my locker and leaned against it, waiting for Lilly and Hilary to get out of their class, when I’m bumped into. “Hey!” I shouted.

“Oh, it’s you. I’d say sorry, but, nah, ain’t worth it,” Monica sneered.

Ever since Roni and the guys all graduated the year before, she’d stepped up her bitch routine.

“What is your problem? Seriously?” I asked her.

She shrugged. “Why don’t you think about that real hard, huh? You have the man I’ve always wanted, and you just think you are so fucking perfect.” She started to say more, but got cut off by Hilary.

“Bitch, please, you best run along now,” she said, getting in Monica’s face.

“Yeah, whatever,” she sneered back, giving me one last dirty look.

I just don’t get it, never did. She never had Jasper back then. Her hatred for me now, though, I doubt I’ll ever understand.

“Yo, Pres, you’re needed out here!” T-bags shouts outside my door at the clubhouse.

I look at the clock on the table by the bed; too fuckin’ early to be up. The club had a bit of a party last night; a good old fashioned one, mostly for families.  Eden couldn’t make it because she had no sitter. Normally, one of the ladies here would watch the kids, but Saturday nights are the one night we don’t ask them to do that shit.

They need time off, too, time to let loose.

Getting up, I throw my cut on over my black t-shirt.

Making my way out to the compound gates, I see someone I wish would stay gone. “Fuck,” I mutter. “What you doin’ here, Roni?” Bitch has always been pretty, but she’s not for me; long legs, pert rack, megawatt smile.

“I need help, Jasper,” she says with her head down. When she lifts her head up to look me in the eyes, I see the blue and purple bruises on her face. Even her big ass sunglasses can’t hide them. She also has a split lip, with dry blood caked onto it, and finger print marks on her neck.

“What the fuck?” I whisper, inspecting her face.

“They threatened to kill me. I knew if I came to you, you’d help me out.”

Dad came into the club, anger radiating off of him. “Boy, you’re needed for a job,” he shouted when he saw me.

I got off the couch and followed him into the office.

“Veronica Rager,” he said, sneering. “Bitch fucked with this club for the last time. She needs to get taken care of. This will be your test. You do this, you’re in. No more prospecting,” he told me.

“And by gone?”” I asked.

“Dead,” he said, staring into my eyes. “You get her dead, you bring back something of proof, and make sure when you dump the body that it’ll never be found.”

Fuck, I didn’t wanna kill no one, especially a woman. That was what the Untamed Angels were known for. I didn’t want to be like that. I looked at dad and nodded. I had to figure something else out.

Shit, I never told Eden about the Roni shit. Plus, with her being Monica’s cousin, knowing how long Monica and I were together, if she still has this hate for Eden, she’ll fuckin’ spill everything. We’ve talked about everything, but this is one thing I was hoping would stay buried, considering I’m not proud of what I had to do.

I pull out my keys, taking the ones to my apartment from the ring, and hand them to her. “Go to my apartment. You can stay there until I figure something out.” Normally, I would just send her inside to housing, but we don’t have any spare rooms right now. I look in the window of her car and see that it’s packed full of shit. 

“Will you be home tonight?” she asks me with a flirty smile.

“No, I need to go see Eden. Need to figure out a way to tell her about this shit before she finds out from someone else,” I say, raking a hand through my hair. Roni needs to understand from the get go that there is no chance in hell of anything happening between us.

“She’s back in town?” she asks, shock crossing her features.

“Yeah, she is, and you know she is. Small fucking town; you had to have known since your fucking cousin is Glenna’s teacher. I don’t give a fuck why you’re back, or if you need my help, you leave her the hell alone. Got me?”

“Yeah, of course. Um, does she know about Monica?” she asks quietly.

“No, and you won’t fuckin’ tell her. Ya got me?”

She nods immediately then walks to her car and drives off.

I pulled up to Roni’s house; her parents left her the place in their will when they were murdered six months ago, and it had been a big thing in town. No one had seen shit like that before. I also knew who did it—Reaper, under my father’s orders. It was a way of trying to shut Roni up after she tried going to the cops about the club after being kicked out for spreading shit around like she was fuckin’ the Pres. She was why my mom left. 

Obviously, it didn’t work. She stopped trying to rat after the murders, but it didn’t stop her. She was going to go to Big Willy’s wife, let her know she was fucking with him and pregnant with his kid. 

I got out of my truck and knocked on her front door; she thought I was there to take her out. Fuck, I just prayed Eden was at home and didn’t see me out with her. I’d have to do some serious grovelling to win her back if she’d found out.

“Well, hey there,” she said, smiling at me.

Not wanting to let her think anything was up, I gave her my signature, panty melting grin—that was what Eden called it—and grabbed her hand, pulling her in close to me for a kiss.

At that moment, I wanted to vomit in her mouth. Kissing her, fuck, was the last thing I wanted to do, especially when I had Eden.

I pulled away from her and pasted a grin on my face. “Ready?”

She nodded and shut the door as she came to me. “You finally leave that prude?” she asked.

I bit my tongue. If I fucked that night up, I knew my own father would take me out. “Yeah, she’s gone.”

“Good, I can’t wait to have fun with you tonight, baby,” she said, rubbing her hand over my lifeless dick.

Eden is not going to be happy about this. Fuck! I don’t know how to explain it to her without bringing up all of this hurtful shit. If she finds out about Monica, any and all progress I have made with her might ruin us for good. I know how hurt she was just thinking I was with Roni right after our first time. Fuck, she left me and stayed away for nine years. I won’t lose her again.  But I know I need to tell her about Monica. I just don’t know how to tell her without hurting her. I don’t want her to think it was more than it was, but I also don’t want her to think I used Monica. I care about her as a friend, not that Monica wants to be my friend…

I hear the front door open, and Jasper comes in. He’s tried a few times to get me to call him Angel, but that’s not him to me. He’s Jasper—my Jasper.

“Hey, baby,” I say, going to him for a kiss.

He sweeps me up in his arms, taking me straight to bed. “Easy, tiger, I’ve missed you too,” I tease. I have missed him too. I nuzzle his neck as he climbs the stairs. He always smells good.

“Shower with me. Need to get this sweat and shit from my day in the garage off me.”

“Okay.” I smile, liking the thought of having him naked and soaped up in the shower with me.

I follow Jasper into the bathroom as we both strip. Damn, he is a good-looking man. My eyes roam over his tight muscular ass. He catches me staring and laughs.  I could stare at him all day long. The man is beautiful, and God, his tattoos are so sexy. I love the angel wings he has inked over the span of his shoulder blades across his back.  His club name is tatted below them—Angels Warriors. I run my fingers down his full tattooed sleeves. His tattoos are all so different, but they come together so well. He has a few skulls, crosses, and symbols. I want to ask what they mean. My cheeks are flushed with heat. I look at his side, taking in the most beautiful one of them all; he has a Garden of Eden tattoo on his left side. An attractive woman has a snake curved around her body as she leans against a tree in the nude, plucking an apple from the branch above her.

“Did I just make you blush, sweet thing?” He turns from watching me in the mirror and draws me in to him, giving me a sloppy kiss on the mouth.

“When did you get the Garden of Eden?” I ask curiously. Did he get it for me or because of me?

“After I got the club cleaned up, I still had the old club name going down my ribs. Figured why not cover it up with something holding more meaning to me.” I don’t know what to say to that.

Smacking my ass playfully, he orders me into the shower. His rough hands run over my smooth skin as he works the washcloth between my legs. He pinches my clit, making me squeak and tremble with anticipation. “Fuck, sweetheart, I can’t wait.” He buries his head between my thighs. His beard scrapes against me as I press his face closer to the heart of my fire.

My back is against the shower wall, water cascading down my heavy breasts. One knee is hooked over Jasper’s shoulder as he fingers and sucks my pussy.  Oh my damn, it feels so good! He looks up at me through hooded eyes, and I don’t know how I stayed away from him for so long. This man loves me.

I disentangle from him, ready to show him some TLC, a little tender love and care. “Your turn, stud.” I take my turn washing and caring for him as he did me. After he is clean, we help one another towel off, and I lead him to the bed. He’s laid back on the bed with a towel wrapped around his waist, his arms crossed behind his head, looking like every woman’s tattooed dream. Getting onto the bed, I straddle him and begin pleasuring him, nipping and sucking my way down his happy trail.

I wrap my tongue around the head of his cock, sucking him hard. His fingers thread through my hair, guiding me to the rhythm he prefers. His free hand is roaming my torso, pulling at my nipples, pinching and plucking them. It feels so good. I continue to lick and suck his pulsing cock. I squeeze his balls slightly and give them a tug. His leg twitches, and his hips buck up. I know he’s enjoying every lick, nip, and stroke.

“I need in you now, Eden,” he groans out as I take him deeper in my throat.

Wiping my mouth on the cover, I smile at him before climbing back on him.

“Baby, this is going to go a lot faster than I want it to,” he admits, and I don’t care. I love knowing I get him so worked up.

“Well, then, you are just going to have to work for it.” I smile playfully at him. I rise back off of him and ease back down slowly.

“You’re killing me, Eden.”

“Don’t die on me yet.” I kiss his mouth hard. “I haven’t gotten off yet.” I smirk, and he slaps my ass.  I raise back up, missing our connection but loving that this is driving him mad.

“Then I suggest you get on my face and let me taste that pussy again.” I straddle his face, and he eagerly sucks, licks, and kisses my slick heat.  His beard is tickling my sensitive skin as he pleasures me.

After getting off, I’ve barely sunk down on him and began to rock my hips when he comes hard.