Angela“But Daddy,” I whined in my best little girl voice as I stared at myself in the mirror, swiping the bright crimson red lipstick over my lips for a second time. Baring my teeth like an animal, I preened, checking that my teeth were free of any. As always I looked perfect. Sexy. That was the word everyone always used when talking about me. Well, not everyone, but my friends, their friends. Anyone who saw me sauntering down the street.“Daddy, I was looking forward to coming home tomorrow and seeing everyone. With work, it's been so long since I’ve been to church with you all.” Grinning at my reflection, I carried on with my little girl charade. It was the part I played around my family, the mask I had to wear. It was all an act; it always had been and it was one that I had perfected over the years. I hadn’t been the sweet innocent girl my father needed me to be since I was fourteen. By the time I was fifteen I had men and boys eating out of the palm of my hand and… I shook myse
AngelaPushing my way into the bar, I straightened my shoulders. I was bone-weary after driving all night and most of the day, and I needed a strong drink. Letting my eyes travel around the room, I frowned for a second before letting the lines of my face smooth out, replacing my scowl with a smile. The place was everything I had been expecting: a dive bar. The kind of place where I usually wouldn’t be seen dead. But then I wanted to be seen. I wanted every person in that stupid backwater town to see my face and recognise me. The quicker they did, the quicker it would get back to Monster. If I was in luck he might even be in the bar itself. Monster owed me. And I had the perfect way he could repay me for the damage he had done. My dad wanted me to be married, and legally I had to be in order to get my hands on my trust fund. But nowhere had it mentioned who I had to get married to.He had started this mess so he owed me. He could get me out of it.The bar fell silent as I sauntered m
MonsterFang stepped out of the shelter of the dark doorway the moment I pulled my bike to a stop at the curb. His face was pensive. Yanking down the bandana from around my nose and chin, I made my way over to him. “Where is she?”Fang thrust a thumb over his shoulder, indicating that she was inside, but didn’t move out of my way so I could push through. Cyber had rung me, insistently until I had finally picked up his call fifty miles outside of town.Four words were all he said. He didn’t need to elaborate. “She’s at The Otter.”And I knew instantly who he meant. But what the holy hell was she doing there and more importantly how had she found me?“She’s inside but…”I dragged my attention back to my president. “What the hell is she doing here, Fang?” I gritted out, running a shaky hand through my hair. “Shit.” I tightened it into a fist. This couldn't be happening. It was meant to be a simple job. I had been promised it would be. And now the girl I had seduced on The Family’s ord
AngelaThe laughter died on his lips the moment I said the words. His handsome face closed down and he risked a glance down at my stomach before he could stop himself. There was genuine worry on his face. “You mean…?”Laughing, I shook my head. “Fuck no, what kind of moron do you think I am. Knocking me up isn't the reason you are going to marry me, Monster.”“I wouldn't have married you even if I had put a kid in you, Angela, that’s not the way the world works anymore.” His grip on my arms tightened. His fingers dug into my skin and stretched the material of my blouse tight. “So, I’ll ask again, what the fuck are you doing here?”“And I told you, I’m here to get married.” All the flirtatious teasing was gone from my voice. I pressed myself against him. The hardness of his chest forced my breasts up. Monster’s eyes bugged out for a second. “You owe me, asshole.”He blinked down at me, shock and lust warring across his face. “I don’t owe you shit.”“But you do.” Reaching up, I raked m
MonsterI knew what she was about to do, just like I knew it was a bad idea, but I didn't make a move to stop her. A fucking lunatic she might be, but she was hot, and when a hot woman falls naked to her knees in front of me, my dick takes control. I couldn't help it. All the shit about getting married flew out of my head the moment her hand curled around me. Dark eyes clashed with mine as she gazed up at me from beneath her thick lashes. It wasn't the asking permission kind of look. I doubted Angela had asked permission for anything in her entire life. It was a look of ownership. She knew she had me.I wanted to argue, wanted to tell her that she didn't, that she never would. I wanted to pull her up from her knees and send her on her way, but instead my hands moved to the back of her head. I gathered up all that almost black hair and pulled it away from her face. I wanted to see her as she took my length into her mouth. And she was going to take all of it.Angela needed to be punish
MonsterPadding bare chested and barefoot into the kitchen early the next morning, I was surprised to find Fang nursing a cup of coffee and a face like an angry bear. He raised his head as I entered the room. Hansel appeared directly behind me, still in the clothes he was wearing the previous night, and chuckled. “Uh-oh, someone’s in trouble.”I shot him a look of disdain. Hansel was a good man, deep, deep down, but the last few weeks he had begun to get on my nerves. It was like he was purposely looking for a fight with me. Or maybe it was simply that his life was so out of control that it made me want to rip my own teeth out. “Morning.” I headed towards the coffee pot. If Fang was there to rip me a new one - and it was obvious he was - then I wanted caffeine first. “I thought I said to get rid of her.” As always, Fang was straight to business. “Not fuck her.”“You said take care of it and I did.” I couldn't help the grin that spread across my face.“Fuck’s sake, Monster, that gir
Angela“Well he was a scary son of a bitch wasn't he?” Totally at ease, I flopped down onto Monster’s bed. I didn't get intimidated easily, but the coldness of Gio’s stare had almost done it. Opening my eyes, I watched as Monster started pacing up and down the length of the window. He was scowling. The look on his face was murderous.“What’s wrong?”He froze before spinning on his heel. He glared at me. “What do you mean what’s wrong? Everything is wrong. I can’t marry you, Angela and… What are you doing now?” He watched me as I slipped off the bed and moved towards him. I stopped just in front of him, my hands slipping up his chest to rest on his shoulders. “Why not?”“Because …” He shrugged. “This is a fucking mess, Angela. We barely know each other and what we do know I’m not sure we particularly like.”Sliding my arms around his neck, I reached up on tiptoes and pressed my lip to his. It might have been our first kiss; I couldn't remember if we had kissed each other in Vegas or j
MonsterThere was something about having Angel behind me, her laughter filling my ears, that felt natural. And that all by itself was unnatural. I didn't know why she affected me the way she did, but I couldn't lie to myself and pretend she didn't. She had affected me from the moment she had said hello in Las Vegas. I had thought it was instant lust. She was beyond sexy and she owned it. But I was starting to feel unsure. Angela was deeper than she pretended to be. She wore her bitchy hard outer shell like a shield, but there was something soft under it. Something she desperately tried to hide. I didn’t know why it had taken me so long to figure it out. Angel needed someone on her side, someone to protect her. She tried to pretend her darkness was the same as mine but I was a master at seeing past the masks people wore. And the girl laughing in my ear was wearing a good one. I had never thought of myself as a protector, hell, I’d even laughed at Cyber and Havoc’s sudden personality
Gretal“You’re home.” In an instant I was off his bed and rushing towards him, yanking his head down to mine so I could kiss his lips greedily. It was instinctive, the kind of greeting I had given him in the old days when I had missed him every second that he was away from me. Before things had all gone wrong. Hansel untangled himself with a small chuckle. “Of course I’m home. I said I wouldn’t be long.” Even as our lips parted, his hands were closing around my waist, keeping me close to him. “I like the way you say it, by the way.”Craning my head up to look at him, I arched an eyebrow. “How I say what?”“Home, that I’m home. Although I wouldn’t call the clubhouse our home, not unless you want to live here of course.” His eyes crinkled as he smiled.“Anywhere you are is home, Hansel.” The words left my mouth before I could stop them. Not that they weren’t true. They were. I was tired of being away from him. Sure, we had a lot of shit to sort out, but we were older now, wiser. I knew
HanselHow was it possible that Gretal had disappeared into thin air? I knew it wasn’t possible, but that’s what it felt like. Like she had literally vanished. I knew it wasn’t the case but that’s how it seemed, The club was out in force, scouting the streets, making calls to any and all contacts that could help, and so far, there had been nothing. Not one damn sighting. And I hated to admit it, but I was losing hope.No Gretal and no Pope. It weighed so heavily on me that I found it hard to breathe. Slowing the bike, I ripped the bandana from around my chin and nose, sucking in a deep lungful of cool night air. It still wasn’t enough. Was it possible to suffocate from panic? That’s what it felt like. Like someone was squeezing the life out of me. That’s when I saw it. If I hadn't slowed, I wouldn’t have. Squealing to a stop, I snapped my head back, looking over the hedge to the parking lot. Pope’s bike. I was sure of it. How many years had I ridden alongside it? I would know it a
GretalPulling my phone from my pocket, I ignored the barrage of messages from my husband that flashed up on the screen the moment I switched it on. He was worried about me, mostly because he knew I was about to do something stupid. Except it wasn’t stupid. It was justice. Keeley deserved to be avenged, so did those other girls.So did I. Swiping passed them, I clicked on the camera option, checking my face out. I looked good. My lips were ruby red and glossy, my lashes thick with mascara, my hair curled around my face in soft waves. I looked good enough to eat.And I hoped Pope would think so as well. After all, if he didn’t take the bait then all of this was for nothing. He would fall for it though; I knew he would. Men like him always did. They thought they were superior. That they could take what they wanted without asking. And Pope wanted me. I had seen it in his eyes in the way he had looked at me. I had thought he was just being overly friendly, trying his luck a little. Bu
HanselIt was growing dark when we pulled up outside the Son’s compound. I had ridden without stopping all day, desperate to get back to them. To tell Fang and the others what I suspected. No, not what I suspected. I knew it was true. I didn’t need Sylvie to tell me. The evidence was written all over her face. It dripped from the agony in her voice.“Off the bike, love.” I wanted to be patient with her, but time was already running out. I needed to get her somewhere safe and then I needed to get to The Otter, I would have gone there first if the clubhouse hadn’t been nearer. I hoped to find him inside. And I could exact my revenge without having to worry about my wife and her whereabouts “Hansel, please.” Sylvie was back to begging, she had been nagging in my ear for hours. And she would have the exact same response to it as I had given her before.Nothing.I tugged her off the bike. The prospect who had been lounging by the front door smoking a cigarette straightened as she gave ou
HanselMoney swapped hands easily enough. I had done these kinds of drops often, so it was no big deal. What was a big deal was the fact I was miles away from Gretal and she wasn’t answering her phone. I had been calling her pretty much nonstop. It was one thing The Judge telling me she was fine but I wanted to hear her voice. To see her in person would have been better, but I could tell if she was really ok by her voice. I knew her well enough. Leaning heavily on my bike, I fished my phone out of my pocket. My fingers pressed the redial button without looking. I didn’t expect her to answer, so far she hadn’t, so I was surprised when she picked up. “Hansel.”She sounded breathy, like she had been crying and was trying to hide it from me. “What the hell is going on, Gretal, are you crying?” Doubt ripped through me. She was upset. I had been right when I thought something had happened but I had taken The Judge at his word that he would protect them. Had I been wrong to do that? “No
Gretal“Is she ok?” I raised my eyes wearily as Gypsy came into the small living room. She flopped down on the chair nearest the window with a sigh, her fingers plucking to move the drapes away so she could look down at the dark street below. “Yeah, she's alright. I gave her a mild sedative. She will hopefully sleep until morning.” She sighed again. “There's some…” She swallowed hard, and I could tell by her face that she was reliving her own attack. I had heard briefly what Gypsy had been through. And it had been horrific. “There's some tearing and bruising. A condom was used so we don’t have to worry about pregnancy or sexual transmitted infections. Not that it makes it better, but at least she doesn’t have to worry about that.” Yeah, I agreed with her silently. At least she didn’t have to worry about that. “God, I need a drink.” Darcie was on her feet, her voice shaky. “Yeah, a drink sounds good.” We all deserved one. And being above a bar we were in a perfect place for one. O
HanselThe clubhouse was oddly quiet when I emerged the next morning. I had expected there to be at least some girly chatter. Since Gretal had come back, the common room seemed to be filled with girly chatter. But there was none and it made me feel oddly ill at ease.One look at Fang who was pacing the length of the room, like some agitated bearded squirrel, and I knew I had every right to feel worried. Making my way over to him, I swung him around to face me. “What's happened?” One glance at his face and I knew something had, his face was twisted in misery. “Where's Gypsy?” Another look around and I was sure she wasn’t there. None of the women were, not even the club girls had surfaced yet, the whole clubhouse felt like it was grieving. There was only one thing to put that kind of misery on his face and it was if something had happened to Gypsy. “What's happened? Fang talk to me.”“She rang and said she wasn’t coming home for a few days. She sounded…” His voice broke and he cleare
GretalIt was worse than anything I could have imagined. Maybe because I had known Keeley since she was eighteen years old - the sweetest, most pure soul I had ever met - it hit me harder. She was huddled on the floor behind the counter and one look around told me she had put up a hell of a fight. There were shattered plates and glasses all over the floor. A smear of blood on the floor. A tiny amount of blood but it seemed to stand out in stark contrast. And then my eyes found her. And it was worse than anything I had ever seen before. And I had seen a lot of bad shit.Keeley half lay, half sat in the foetal position in the farthest corner. Her whole body was shaking. Her usually silky blonde curls lay limp against her wet cheeks. There was an ugly bruise on her left cheek and around her throat. Like someone had wrapped their hands around it and tried to squeeze the life from her. But it was her eyes that hit me.They were wide and haunted. I knew the look on her face because I ha
GretalLying in bed with a man who wasn’t Hansel, when I could still feel the wetness of my orgasm against my panties was pure torture. It didn’t matter that Gio wasn’t touching me, simply being next to him felt like a betrayal.All of these years apart and I was still worried about betraying my marriage vows. Sure there had been other people, for both of us, but that was because we were apart. Being back under the same roof as him was bringing up feelings that I thought I had buried. And I was good at that. Burying my feelings for him. When I had been forced to work at The Candy House, when I had been forced to sell my body, I had turned my feelings of love into those of hate. I had thought he had forsaken me, but then he came back. He had literally knocked me off my feet again, like some avenging hero and made it all better, and all the hatred evaporated. Because I loved him. I had always loved him and I always would. “You seem tense, Gretal?” Gio’s voice spoke from the darkness.