Todos los capítulos de Wrath: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Jake“Are you hurt?” Melanie asked him. She looked worriedly at him even though most of the blood had been washed off.“Not my blood, mouse,” Jake said, and she smiled.“What happened?” she asked him, looking up into his icy blue eyes.“Club business,” Jake said. “I need to shower, Mel, give me a minute.”“I could help get you clean,” she said in a low voice.“Melanie, you have no idea what you’re doing,” Jake said, his dick taking notice of the low hum of her voice.“I know exactly what I would like to do,” she replied.Jake stepped into her space and looked down at her. He could see it in her eyes, she wanted it rough and dirty, she wanted to be fucked hard. Jake unzipped his jeans and her lips parted, her chest heaved with excitement as he pushed her against the door.Jake pulled his cock free, and gripped himself tightly. Melanie’s gaze shifted lower and her hand reached for him. She stroked him up and down slowly while he got a condom from his pocket and unwrapped it.“Are you a

JakeJake had spent a month at his cabin in Deep Creek Lake, Maryland, fixing it up, and trying to push his anger and humiliation away. He’d left a message for Bandit that he was out of town, and switched his phone off. He didn’t want to talk to anyone.He’d said the same thing to Dominic and Hudson had sent him a text, offering to take him to some happy ending club. He’d laughed and politely declined Hudson’s invitation. He’d already heard the stories from Ethan about Hudson’s antics at sex clubs.Whitney had left him when things got hard and chosen to fuck his brother. Melanie had chosen Goat. He had no idea what he was doing wrong. When his anger subsided, he locked the cabin up and drove back to Reading, stopping at the clubhouse to talk to Bandit.The sun had just set when Jake drove through the Warrior’s gate and parked his bike in front of the clubhouse. People were dancing, drinking and laughing inside. Jake spied Goat at the bar and gritted his teeth.“Wrath! You’re back!” We

JakeAnother two weeks had gone by, and he’d done two jobs for Dominic, taking out key members of the Han family. He’d grown used to the silence in his house again, and after a few days, he realized that he didn’t miss her anymore. Whitney’s betrayal had stung more.He grabbed his buzzing phone from the counter, noting Bandit’s name on the screen. “Brother.”“We got us a situation down at the clubhouse. Can you come in?”“A Jake situation or a Wrath situation?” He needed to know how armed he needed to be and what kind of trouble was waiting for him.“A Jake situation,” Bandit said.“Yeah, sure. I’ll be there in 30.”The call ended and Jake wiped the sweat from his forehead, and headed to his bathroom. He took a quick shower and got dressed. He had two knives in his boots, a gun in a holster under his arm and another one strapped to his left boot. He never went anywhere unarmed, but if there was real trouble at the clubhouse, he’d go in guns blazing.He got on his bike, and drove the 2

JakeFour months laterJake wiped the blade of the hunting knife on the man’s jeans. He glanced back at the man tied to the chair. The warehouse was dark and empty, faint sunlight filtering through the top windows in the abandoned building. Mark Schafer was still breathing, for now.Jake snapped a picture using the phone and sent the message. The burner phone rang ten seconds later and he answered it.“Yes?”“Did he give you the location?” Nitro sounded anxious, and Jake didn’t like it when people around him were anxious. He had a job to do and he would get it done.“She’s being kept in Adamstown. I can be there in twenty,” Jake said.“Go. I’ll send someone to retrieve our friend.”“I’ll bring her home, Nitro. Don’t call again,” Jake said, and ended the call.Jake’s fist connected with Mark’s face and his head snapped to the side, blood flying from his mouth. He slipped the knife back in its scabbard and zipped his jacket up.“You better pray she’s alive and well, Mark. The man coming

Klara“What’s a pervert?” Jamie asked, and her cheeks heated.How the hell was she going to explain that to him? He was a few weeks shy of five. “A pervert is just a bad person, Jamie.”“Oh,” he said. “But Jake’s not a bad person. He gave me eggs and a sandwich and he let me watch cartoons and eat on his sofa!”It didn’t take much to impress an almost five-year-old. Klara sighed as she locked the front door behind them. She’d nearly had a heart attack when the woman across the street pointed her toward Jake’s house.Without knowing it, he had actually saved her some money. She’d only need to buy bread again tomorrow so Jamie could eat. “We don’t know him, Jamie. You remember what I told you? We can’t just talk to people we don’t know,” Klara said.Jamie looked down briefly. “He was nice to me, Mama. He doesn’t look like a bad man.”“Oh, baby. You don’t always know if someone is good or bad just by looking at them.” Klara hugged Jamie tight to her body, and wondered again for the umpt