Monster“What the hell are you thinking?” Cyber sidled up to me outside the diner with Keeley close behind him. Everyone else was still inside, laughing, talking, getting to know each other. Angela was charming, she would have to be to win over my friends. They all knew what she had done, who she was related to. She wasn’t going to be able to flirt her way into being liked either. Her sexiness wouldn’t do her a bit of good with the men at our table. Each one of them had an old lady they would do anything for. Old ladies who would rip Angela to shreds if she stepped out of line.Leaning against the plate glass window, I stared at him. My face impassive. “What the fuck do you mean what am I doing?”Groaning, Cyber turned to Keeley. “Talk some sense into him, Keeley, he will listen to you.”My cousin didn’t say a word, she just continued to stare at me, wringing her hands in front of her. She looked nervous. And so much like the little girl who always told it how it was no matter what
AngelaHe couldn't be serious? Could he? I glanced around the cramped, drab room and I couldn't help the frown that crinkled my forehead. There were boxes everywhere overflowing with God knows what and a musty smell in the air. Like the windows had not been opened in a very long time. Apart from the boxes, there was a bed pressed up against the wall and a dresser - that was it.And Monster expected me to stay there?“You can't be serious?”Monster shot me a look. His face mirrored the frown on mine. “What's wrong with it?” There was a note of defensiveness in his voice. I fought back the urge to ask him what was right with it. He seriously couldn't be asking me to stay there. Even his boxy room back at the clubhouse was better than where we were standing. Cleaner, more specious. The room he had shown me to was more like a cell than anything else. I half expected to find a sink and a metal toilet in the corner once I started moving all the boxes.“Once we move out the boxes and you giv
MonsterThe clubhouse was full when we arrived, all piled into Keeley’s clapped-out little car. I had wanted to take my bike but I also wanted my cousin there. And I knew she wouldn’t come unless we all went together. She very rarely came to the clubhouse, not because she judged the men I called brothers, but because it just wasn't her scene. And honestly I was fine with that, I hadn't been lying to Angela about Keeley being a sweet girl.“Looks like the party started without us.” I didn't even try to hide my excitement. I might not like clubs, but I liked a clubhouse party. There, amongst my own people, I didn't have to hide who I was because they already knew. They knew and they accepted me anyway. “Yeah.” Angela said from the back. She wasn't happy about being shoved back there but then I was betting there wasn't much Angela was ever happy about. She was a spoiled princess who was prone to temper tantrums, but I was sure I could fuck that out of her. Earlier she had tried to throw
AngelaIt wasn't as bad as I was suspecting it would be. For the most part, everyone left me alone, but there was a certain group of women who seemed to try at least to make an effort in welcoming me. Which was nice, seeing as Monster did not seem at all interested. He was too busy drinking with his buddies. Was this what it was going to be like? Me being ignored whilst he partied without me? And more importantly, why did I care?“Sometimes it's like that.” The curvy woman leaning against the wall next to me nodded in Monster's direction, where some skank who was barely dressed was bouncing her ass at him, trying to look seductive as she glanced over her shoulder. I frowned, mentally shaking myself. Was my jealousy so obvious?“Like what?”“The club girls.” Darcie shrugged. “They can be a bit full on. The first time I came here with Havoc, one pressed her tits against the window of his truck while we were kissing and then offered to suck his dick. They are desperate to get a property
Monster“Let me look.” Monster appeared in the door of the kitchen. I raised my face to meet his eyes, the ice pack still pressed against my rapidly swelling face. I tried to smile but it just hurt too damn much. More gently than I had ever thought possible, he moved my hand down. With me sitting on the countertops, we were at eye level. His were dull, washed out. I had never seen them like that before. Tilting up my chin, he studied the marbled bruise that was already spreading across my face.Not even expertly applied make up was going to be able to hide it. “Shit.” He swore, stepping back. “That's gonna leave a nasty bruise. Nothing broken though, right?” His eyes flicked towards Gypsy who was washing her hands at the sink. I didn't know why he was looking at the little hippy chick but he seemed to be waiting for her to reassure him.“Nothing broken, Monster. Angela is going to be sore for a while but there's no permanent damage.” Turning, Gypsy gave me a wide smile. It was the
MonsterI wasn't out by morning. I wasn't even out the following day. Three days Angela’s asshole of a father kept me locked up. I had done longer but there was something different about this time. It felt different, like this was just the beginning, or maybe I was just imagining it. It could have been because Angela was waiting for me. Or at least I hoped she was.And that was the truth. If being locked up gave you anything, it was time to think. And my thoughts always strayed to her. Me, Monster, thinking about a woman, having feelings for a woman, because I did have feelings for her. I wasn't quite sure what those feelings were just yet but they were there. When I thought about her my chest ached as well as my balls. By the time I walked into the compound in the early hours of day four, I was aching to see her. Every part of me hoped she had stuck around, but I wasn't betting on it. This wasn't what she had in mind when she had appeared in my life a week earlier. She’d had a plan
AngelaThere was a kind of camaraderie between the men and women of The Savage Sons. One that I had never really witnessed before. They were a tight family unit. Looking out for each other. And in a way that meant that looked out for me as well. As Monster’s woman, I was welcomed into their hodge podge family. Kind of anyway. I knew they still had reservations about me. Fang and Cyber especially didn't trust me and that was fine, I wasn't exactly trustworthy. But they looked after me anyway. Reluctantly, sure, but they did it. They thought I was important to Monster, and that made me important to them. Of course most of Monster’s club brothers didn't know that it was all make believe and Fang was adamant it had to stay that way. “Hey Angel.” Monster’s voice was soft and my head snapped up at the sound of it. For a second I could do nothing but stare at him from my place cross legged on his bed, my hair wet and dripping from the shower. We stared at each other, me on the bed and him
AngelaI curled my hand tightly around the base of his shaft, my fingers squeezing in a rhythmic kind of way. I didn't take my eyes off his face. I liked seeing the reaction I had on him and I loved the way his face got slack when he lost control. I craved seeing that look on his face more than I craved the chocolate cake I had an addiction to. “Like this?” I moved my hand up and down tantalisingly slowly. God, I loved teasing him. “Yeah like that.” He didn't move to touch me, just laid there with his hands behind his head and his eyes staring straight up at my face as I leant over him. “Just like that.” His voice had turned husky, the breath catching in his throat. “A man could get used to this,” he added with a lazy smile.I could get used to it as well, but I wasn't about to admit that to him. I could barely manage to admit it to myself. I, Angela Monroe, ice queen, was starting to actually like the man whose cock I was working up and down. And not just in a physical way, I like