Page 6 of Where Angels Fall

I shake my head, getting more and more confused and scared, and frustrated the more this man speaks.

But he continues anyway, in his harsh, breathy whisper that has goosebumps raising on my skin. “I think you came here looking for trouble. Looking for something other than your boring, little, dull life. Am I right?”

What the hell?

I don’t reply, but I grit my teeth, trying to stop my scowl from covering my face. Who the hell does this prick think he is?

His smirk tells me he knows that he is under my skin. He leans even closer so that his lips are touching my cheekbone, just a whisper of a kiss.

“I think you enjoyed Griff grabbing at you while everyone watched, didn’t you, Angel? I can just tell from the look in your eyes you wanted him to take you right there, in front of everyone,” I shiver from the words coming out of his mouth. “Maybe I should have let him. Could have taken a seat and watched my men take turns on you…Run a train through your tight little cunt until you were beyond used up.”

My breath hitches in my throat as his words spark something terrifying in my core. Clenching my legs together to ease the ache building, I suddenly feel a million degrees hot.

He leans back, and his eyes shoot down to where I squeezed my legs, and his eyes flare wide as a roguish grin slides onto his face.

Shame eats away at me. I curse my body for reacting that way. His words were foul, and I’d never dream of doing anything like that.

I have no clue why the idea of these horrible men using me made my pussy throb. I’m blaming the adrenaline that is currently coursing through my body in waves.

His grin slides off his face in an instant as he brings his eyes back to mine, the change of emotion deeply unsettling. His glare shoots right through me as he snarls, “Get the fuck out of my bar before I let them.”

And I do. I move faster than I thought my body capable, and drive far, far away from what was nearly my biggest mistake.

Chapter 3

Ash

I’m stumped. Completely thrown off. And all because of a tiny blonde woman in her overpriced clothes. It is a rare day when someone surprises me. And that Friday night, when I came back to the club, hands covered in metaphorical blood, she did just that.

Such a scared little bunny surrounded by a group of wolves, yet she willingly walked in, all by herself. Shining pointed shoes stark against the sticky floors of our club.

And I didn’t miss her body’s reaction to my filthy words, like a little needy thing. Something about her deep chocolate eyes hooked me, so I made one of my seconds shadow her for the last week.

Imagine my surprise when I found out she is Howard Dally of Dally Enterprise’s daughter, in the flesh. The spawn of one of the most abhorrent human beings in the world... And that means a lot, coming from someone like me.

When Kai first uttered those words, red flashed in my vision, confirming what I first thought when I stripped her and searched her for a wire. My hands itched to go find her and show her what happens to lying, little schemers. But he stopped me when he continued in his soft-spoken, monotone voice.

He told me he believes the blonde woman doesn’t know about her father’s transgressions and that he keeps her far away from certain aspects of his business. And that her name is Maddison. Maddison Dally. The fact that a Dally was here, sitting and drinking in my club still blows me away.

She might be as naive as she looks. All it does is make me even more intrigued. A new little pawn in this game I play.

It really doesn’t hurt that her lithe body makes my cock twitch in fascination.

It’s all I can think about now, sitting in the back room of the bar, a slightly less rundown room than the rest of the place. Our meeting room is the only place I can get an inch of silence in this club.

Music thumps through the walls as the Devils party. On select nights, we let the ladies join. The gang girls. I’m beginning to dread it.

I used to enjoy having them try to cling to me and offer to suck my cock every chance they got. Needy girls with something to prove give amazing head, I’ll give them that. They used to let me sit back with a scotch in hand, and they’d ride me for hours.

But I don’t want that tonight.

I want to play with a particular uptight blonde and wave it in front of her criminal father's face.

My seconds watch me sip on an overfilled tumbler of scotch; their identical faces unblinking as they take me in.

I love my seconds and trust them more than anything, but God, they creep me out sometimes. It might be a twin thing. Identical pairs of black eyes stare back at me as I slump into the head meeting chair. They wait for me to give them the signal to talk, ever the obedient men. They barely even move, apart from the faint rise and fall in their chests; you’d think they were mannequins.

Extremely good-looking, dark and menacing mannequins.