All Chapters of Wrath: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

KlaraThe music pulsed around her as she carried her tray with practiced ease through the crowd of drunken men. Charity was on stage, and she was a popular hit with the men. She looked like a kindergarten teacher with big breasts straining against the see-through bra. She wore a short skirt where her ass cheeks peeked out and the stilettos were neck-breakingly high.She twirled around the pole and cheers went up from behind Klara. A hand squeezed her ass but she pushed forward. She placed the tray with drinks on the table and smiled at the men watching her.“Thanks, doll,” the man said. He was good-looking in an ordinary type of way. He placed a hundred on her tray and winked at her. “Keep the change.”“Thank you,” she said with a smile, and clutched the tray against her chest as she made her way back to the bar.She stepped to the side and Calvin, the young barman, ambled toward her. “Any trouble?”“Nah, this is for table five,” she said, and handed the $100 bill over to him.Calvin

Klara Jamie had been adamant in sharing his cupcake with Jake. She had no idea what it was about the man, but Jamie liked him. She was sure that he’d scoff at the offered piece but she couldn’t help her smile when he took it and praised Jamie.Tears gathered in her eyes when Jamie screamed with joy at the new bicycle. It looked expensive and she had to wonder why he’d go to the trouble for a little boy he didn’t know. He looked like a dangerous biker, not a good neighborly kind of man. She also refused to acknowledge how damn hot he looked, probably without even trying. Jamie was so happy and she sat down on the porch steps as Jake taught him to ride the bike. After an hour, he took the training wheels off and spent most of the morning with Jamie in the street. By that afternoon though, Jamie could ride his bicycle and it was the happiest she’d seen him in a long time. She’d bought him some winter clothes for his birthday and he’d been happy, she knew he was, but the bicycle just m

JakeHe felt different after last night. Third time’s the charm, right? He liked Klara, and he liked Jamie. He was a good kid, he never complained and Klara didn’t seem like the kind that would fuck around on him. She was mature for her age, worked hard, and did her best to survive. Her life revolved around Jamie, and he wanted to be a part of that.Two hours later, he was back from the store, and carried the groceries into her house. He packed everything away and closed the kitchen door behind him. He had no idea why he’d done that or how she would react to what he’d done, but fuck it, it was done now.He couldn’t stomach the idea that she didn’t eat so Jamie could. He’d buy groceries every week if he had to. ‘Why don’t you just move them into your house?’ A little voice in his head said, and Jake chuckled. It would make things easier but he also knew Klara wouldn’t do it, especially not after one night of good sex. She wasn’t that type of woman, and Jamie was too important to her, t

JakeRebel waved him through the gate and he parked his bike in front of the clubhouse. It was just past midnight, and the music was still loud. He could hear laughter as he pulled the door open and every head turned to look at him as he stepped inside.“Wrath!” Weasel’s voice was loud, and Jake grinned.He spotted Bandit and Nitro sitting in their usual booth and he headed toward them. He placed the laptop and phone on the table as he sat down. K-9 shifted to the side, making space for him. Trick dragged a chair closer to the edge of the table and sat down.“You look pissed,” Bandit said.“You hear a rumor about me patching in?”Nitro shook his head. “We know that’s not true.”“Davey Shearman took a job from the Night Stalkers, trying to get me disassociated with all the MC’s. They want me without any backup when they come to kill me,” Jake said.“The fuck?” K-9 frowned as he looked at Jake.“I take it he’s dead?” Bandit asked.Jake smiled and huffed out a breath. “Fucker didn’t even

JakeJake took a deep breath as he surveyed the damage in the club. Ten Reapers lay dead on the floor. The civilian men that had been there had run the moment things turned ugly. Pussies. Jake was glad though. It was easier to kill with fewer witnesses and the remaining men would never even mention his name.He gritted his teeth as the stab wound on his side told him to slow down.“Fuck!” Buzzer said loudly, and knelt next to a body.“Who is it?” Jake asked.“Nate,” he said, and Jake briefly closed his eyes.“What the fuck kind of beef do the Reapers have with you?” Jake asked once Buzzer stood up again.“We botched their last coke delivery,” Buzzer said, and dragged a hand through his hair.“And now the rest of the Reapers will come to Shillington, looking for vengeance,” Jake said.Buzzer gritted his teeth. “We’ll handle it.”“Go dump these fuckers in their own turf. A place as small as Shillington can’t handle the flashback the Reapers will bring.”Buzzer nodded his head as Jake gr