Mc Presidents Broken Angel Novels & Stories

The enormity of my actions and the resulting grief cast a shadow over my soul, and I swore that I would never again allow myself to love or be loved. As I ran, the memories of my mother's gentle touch and my sister's infectious laughter faded into the distance, replaced by the overwhelming guilt and shame that would come to define my existence. At that moment, I became Jason the Broken, a man forever haunted by the tragic consequences of a single, devastating night.

Then he focused his vision towards the couch where Victor and Angelo were standing with folded arms and an impassive look on their face. " Angelo, find that bitch and bring her in the basement. I will personally slaughter her throat." Fernando scowled clasping the glass with cold eyes and gulped the whisky in one go. And the next Leo’s eyes hardened, the glass of whisky he was twirling flung in the air, Angelo scooted to the side close to Victor and it hit the large partition glass behind him and crashing sound brimmed the penthouse. The glass door broke into pieces.

Mel traced her hands around her face, this should have been her, how had she missed such an oportunity, how stupid actually had she been? "You're gonna pay for that?" the man standing next to the shelf where the magazines were displayed asked, she threw the magazine to the floor as she walked away with only one thought in her mind, she would be getting that position, Amelia could accept her proposal and walk away, start a new life in a new country or they could go the other way, but one thing was sure, if she wasn't going to be getting Xavier then neither would Amelia.

I typed another message but this time it wasn’t about my husband but to the one who broke me after years of giving all that I have. ‘See me at Bravo café this afternoon. I will answer all your questions.’ I pressed both of my lips as I was hoping that he would agree on meeting me. Sipping the frappe I ordered a while ago and spent more time being alone was the best for me especially on my mental health. “I guess he would not come.” I whispered and sparingly smiled as I shut down my laptop and felt the failure in me. “Grace Miller.” A hoarse voice echoed from behind and as I turned to him the wind blew perfectly and our eyes met like he was trying to read me from head to toe.

Tala looked at the fire and the flames mesmerized her. “Why do you say that?” Marcus asked, turning his full attention to her. “He tried to kill Conri before and failed. He would do anything in his power to not fail again. And this time, he will want to kill me as well. So, he will need reinforcement. But I am very doubtful that he will get any, he has burned a lot of bridges in the past.” “Well, that is good to know, but we have a very strong army. Marcus have been training them for years. And above all, we have The Moon Princess on our side.” Conri said with so much proud, as he kissed Tala on her shoulder.

His shoulder shook as he broke down crying. Michael's heart broke as he took in his broken Omega. He cursed himself for what he had just done. He hated that he scared Noah and hurt him with the Alpha command. That wasn't his intention. He never wanted to hurt Noah; he just wanted to show him he couldn't talk to him like that.

“Hey, Trigger?” “Yeah?” “Can you come in here for a sec?” Trigger appeared in the doorway. “What?” Ace motioned with his chin to the floor. “That’s what.” The two men stared down at the small footprints clearly marked in the still-damp floor. Trigger MacGee – President of The Fallen Angels motorcycle club – glanced at his VP. “We got a fucking problem, man.”

And if there was one thing about Ace that was slowly but surely becoming clear, it was that the man was growing increasingly desperate. No wonder and no surprise, though. Ace Cuddy may have been the President of The Fallen Angels MC at the moment – but he only got kicked up to the top spot after King had killed Trigger MacGee, the former President. He’d used Ace’s own gun to commit the murder, and effectively backed Ace into a corner. Several corners, actually.

And Ace had kept that promise for the next year: he had taken care of Spider. And then The Fallen Angels President at the time, Butcher Peterson, had gotten himself shot and killed in some drug deal gone way wrong, and Trigger MacGee had stepped up and into position – and had tapped Ace to be his VP. And that was the beginning of the end. That was when Ace had stood there in that hotel room and packed his bag and chosen the MC over Spider. Over his love for Spider; over Spider’s love for him.

I said, my voice cold and detached. Alexander took a step forward, his hands raised in a placating gesture. "Please, Angel, just listen to me. I know I hurt you, but I-" "No," I interrupted, my voice rising. "You don't get to come in here and try to explain away your lies and betrayal. You don't get to hurt me and then act like everything is okay." Alexander's face fell, but he didn't leave. Instead, he took another step forward, his eyes locked on mine. "I know I don't deserve it, but please, Angel, just hear me out."