Novel & Cerita Tarnished Angels Motorcycle Club

she joked. “Like Hells Angels.” Emily nearly dropped a plate into the garbage can. “He’s in the Hells Angels?” “No…Dogs of Fire.” I faced her and grimaced. “Right? I can’t do this.” “Why can’t you do this?” “Because all I keep coming back to is that all I know about motorcycle clubs is what I’ve seen on television, and that’s pretty limited. I have no idea if he’s a criminal or if he kills people. He says the club’s clean, but I’m just not sure.” I shook my head. “Even saying that out loud makes me sound like an idiot.”

I still need to share the town with the Louisiana Chapter of the Death Riders MC, the Death Angels, but Pèrèrè is the current president. Aunt Ali’s father started the original Death Riders MC in Texas. Her older brother, Grimm, is strict with the bylaws. The MCs are forbidden to run skin, drugs, or guns. Almost everything they do and own is legal. Well, I mean the Death Angel’s chop shop isn’t, but the wrecking yard doubles as one, so it all ends up well. Plus, it gives some kids a job to flex their boosting muscles. I was one of those kids, not that my boys even knew that I had been boosting cars to make money since I was ten.

“I know you can, angel. I just don’t want you anywhere near that psychopath.” Jake glanced at his watch and cleared his throat, cutting through the tension. “Alright, let’s eat and get ready to head to the club. It’s gonna be a long fuckin day.” My stomach was in knots as we pulled up to the clubhouse. There were more bikes in the parking lot than ever before. Talon helped me off his bike, his hand lingering protectively on the small of my back as we made our way inside.

Raine replied. A few chuckled. Every eye in the place was on the ladies standing at the top of the stairs. "Angel, for all the wrongs you have done to me, an Old Lady of the club, I am kicking you out of the clubhouse and putting you on the no entry list. You are hereby banned from any and all activities and events that the club is involved with. That includes my wedding and all the club properties, especially the bar." Raine ordered. "And as Prez of the MC, I am stripping you of your protection from the club. I.T. has video proof of the wrongs done to my old lady by you." Jax replied.

They talked about getting intel on where their money and support were coming from. "Ok brothers, bar opens at 7pm or you can hang here at the clubhouse where the bar is open 24/7. It's Saturday night so if you chose our bar you'll be in for a good show. Our head bartender Angel drives the men wild. She puts on a good show too." He explained. "But I'll warn you she's our property under our protection and wears our cut. She's not an old lady or kid of the club. Angel is special and was adopted by the club. She's off limits unless she says otherwise, got it?" Mav warned.

For one awful second, she saw only leather, then the cut shifted beneath her hand. And there, stitched across the front of his vest in heavy block letters, were the words that made her entire past rise up like a corpse from shallow ground: HIGHWAY HELLIONS MC UTAH. Nala stared at the patch, her breath leaving her body in one slow, terrible exhale. A motorcycle club. Of course. Of fucking course.

I want to see how far he’ll go before I kill him. When Big Ricky pulls up to the front of the club, Tiny escorts me inside before returning to the SUV to carry out my order. Fallen Angels is closed on Sundays, so besides a couple of workers who are cleaning the place from top to bottom, it’s quiet. I head straight to my office to double-check the deposits banked over the past week. I have people who do everything for me, but when it comes to money, I don’t trust a living soul. Besides the strip club and casino, I own a fleet of ships that transport prohibited goods worldwide.

"There's is nothing that you could give me that I need, so let's shorten this crap, mate" "Crap?" Xavier laughed - it was a dry one with no humor, "crap is having your mother abducted by Faircho Dominguez- used as a slut - who knows. So if I were you I'll sit the fuck down and listen, cause this might be your last chance and I wouldn't waste it, but of course, you are not me, so make your choice, get the hell outta my club or get your mother outta there" Mick sat. "What do you know about Faircho?, what do you know about my mother's abduction"

I notice the cuts. The Princes of Darkness MC with white stitching against the black leather. An embroidered patch of a red devil with wings riding a Harley. The same MC that he runs, the very same MC that is in allegiance with my family. What are they doing this far out? “Angel.” My eyes widen and my heart jumps into my throat as I look into the icy blue eyes of the man who broke my heart, the man who fucked his whore in front of me, the man I ran from, the father of my daughter.