Jake’s Angel (King’s Of Fury MC #2)

Chapter 1

CHAPTER ONE

JAKE

My phone vibrates again. The incessant rattling across the wood jolts me from my thoughts.

It hasn’t been nine minutes since I hit snooze. What the hell?

I look at my phone to see Dipshit flash across my screen and groan to myself.

I’m not coherent enough to deal with his shit yet.

I hate nightmares. Knowing it’s a memory and not a dream, I hate it even more. If it were a dream, I would be in control.No matter how many times I dream it. No matter how hard I try to save them. The ending never changes.

I rub the sleep from my eyes with one hand and reach for the phone with the other. As I twist my torso, an unfamiliar arm starts making its way slowly across my abdomen. Red fingernails lightly tickle my skin, until the moment the body attached to the arm hits the floor with a loud thud .

What the … shit?

Sitting up, I try to pull through the haziness. Aftereffects of all the booze. I work to piece together the events of last night.

O’Malley’s bar. Alcohol. Hawk. The prospects. Me. More alcohol. The table full of giggling college girls in town celebrating the start of summer vacation. The giggling leading to even more alcohol.

A smile curves my lips. The blonde with nice tits. They were perfect for all those body shots.

The hotel room smells of whiskey, sweat, and sex, making my smile widen.

I lean over the side of the bed and find blonde hair fanned out across the floor. Following the trail of tan, naked skin with my eyes, I find a nice, firm, round bare ass attached to long, shapely legs. She rolls to her back, throwing her arm across her eyes with a groan.

Yep. Those are the tits.

“What do you want, Dipshit?”

I lean against the headboard, sifting through the borage of crap on the table for something to drink. There’s nothing but empty mini bar bottles, my keys, wallet, and a few used tissues.

“Well, good morning to you too, dickhead!”

“Fuck off. It’s too early for your shit.”

I don’t remember getting to the hotel, but I already know I didn’t ride drunk. I’d never unnecessarily risk myself or my bike.

Think, Jake.

The woman on the floor groans, moving her legs, trying to get comfortable on the floor. I smile, remembering how those thighs squeezed my head while I ate my fill a few short hours ago.

Uber.

I remember now. I fingered her in the backseat of an Uber. Lucky bastard in the driver’s seat got one hell of a show. If she remembers the ride here, she’ll be mortified, I’m sure.

I should probably feel bad about the situation, but I don’t. Not in the slightest.

Blake, one of our prospects, followed us on my bike, leaving it parked in the hotel parking lot so I could make an easy exit.

Damn. My head is throbbing. How much did we drink? I don’t usually let myself get so fucked-up unless I’m at the clubhouse. The fuck was I thinking?

Not thinking. Trying to forget.

The blonde groans again. Leaning over to check on her, I spot two empty condom foils and a pair of torn red panties on the floor beside her.

Thank fuck, I remembered to wrap up.

I rub my face with my hand, attempting to scrub myself awake, as Hawk’s annoyingly cheerful voice singsongs through the phone. “For someone who spent the night fucking, you sure seem frustrated.” His voice goes high like a schoolgirl in the last part.

“Shut the hell up.” We’re both laughing now.

“You left with the little blonde, right? She still in your bed this morning? Is she the reason you’re not answering your phone?”

“She’s not in bed. She’s on the floor.”

“Did you break the bed or something?” He asks, amused. “What the hell is she doing on the floor?”

“Sleeping. Passed out. Not sure. She just sort of … fell.” I shrug to myself.

“She fell off the bed, and you left her on the floor? You’re a class act, brother.” He continues to laugh.

“Not my fault she fell. I don’t see any point in getting her back in bed. I’m leaving in ten minutes anyway.”

Hawk chuckles. “There’s always time for a quickie.”

“Hmmm.” Peering down at the mess of a woman on the floor, I’m not interested.

After a minute or two of silence, he asks, “You good, man? You sound a little off.”

Hawk may act like a jackass, but he’s also our resident techy and our secretary. Both jobs require him to be diligent and pay close attention to details. Two traits I would normally admire in a man, but with Hawk, they can be annoying since his ass never misses anything.

“I’m tired.”

“I call bullshit, but I’ll let it go for now.”

I don’t bother mentioning the dream. The anniversary of the accident is weeks away. Hawk knows as well as anyone how it screws with me the closer it gets. Our club took a major hit. Most of us never fully recovered.

I never recovered.

The entire year was a clusterfuck of epic proportions. For a ten-year-old kid, it was a scary eye opener. I grew up faster than planned, but Pop needed me to be the man of the house and take care of my mom and baby sister, Jayde. It was a huge responsibility, and I wasn’t about to let my old man down.

Gabe, our President took the biggest hit of us all, losing his wife and child. As if that wasn’t enough, he lost his blood brother and another who he presumed was a good friend, too. All of this, after losing his uncle only three weeks before. His dad, Caleb, went to jail shortly after Gabe’s family died, leaving Gabe to take care of the club and his mother. My mom and Pop helped, trying to lighten the load by taking care of Gabe’s sister-in-law, and his niece, Sadie.

The club hasn’t been the same since.

“Roll yourself off the bed, slap the sweet ass you left with last night, and bring your grumpy self to the clubhouse. Pres wants everyone ready to roll out by eight a.m.”

Well, shit.

“Fuck. How long do I have?”

“An hour. Give or take. You would’ve had time for a shower and shit if you’d answered the last five times I’ve called. Next time, don’t turn your ringer off. I’ve been calling you for over an hour. You’re lucky I’ve got GPS on your shit. Pres was ready to send Declan to hunt your ass down.”

“You were calling? I thought it was my damn alarm. Figured I was hitting snooze, not ignore. Shit.”

“No, motherfucker. You’ve been sending me to voicemail. Check for yourself.”Hawk laughs. I glance at my phone. He’s right. Five missed calls. Fuck.

“ Pres is pulling in now. You got just enough time to give your girl the well-earned ‘Thanks for the good night. It was a pleasure doing ya’ speech. Then grab your shit from your place and haul your ass here. If you hurry, you might get yourself a fresh cup of coffee.”

I snort. I don’t have a girl. Don’t have any need for one. One night is all they get. Once we’ve both gotten off and I’ve had a little rest, I’m gone.Sometimes I don’t even take the time to rest. I’m not here to snuggle and catch feelings. Fuck and forget. That’s all I need.

“Yeah, all right. I’m heading out in five.” We hang up and I get out of bed to start getting ready to go.

I watch the blonde in question, finally starting to rouse herself. Her head lifts, and she’s taking in the scenery. Her eyes meet mine. She looks confused. Probably trying to figure how she got on the floor in the first place. I don’t bother to offer a hand to help her, stifling a chuckle as I finish buttoning my jeans.She’s going to freak when she sees how wrecked she is this morning.

Lacing my boots, I watch for her reaction as she tries to remember everything we did and where we did it while intoxicated.

The spoiled priss is about to be mortified.The good girls usually are. It’s always the same old bullshit. “I’ve never done anything like this before.”

Well, you have now, and you’re welcome.

They might be telling the truth and maybe I should care about defiling a good girl if it is. But I don’t. She’s grown. She was sober enough to give consent and there were witnesses to just how consenting she was about the whole thing, or I wouldn’t have touched her in the first place.

I make a mental note to make sure I tipped the Uber driver well for his discretion.

He should probably tip me for the show he got to see, but whatever.

Before she has time to put two and two together, I get to my feet and head for the door.

“It was fun, but I’ve got to go.”

She’s disappointed as she looks at the floor and nods. The slight wince as she moves is the first sign of her hangover. I don’t feel bad. I laid out the rules last night. One night of sex. Nothing more. She agreed.

Now get the fuck out of here, Jake.

The wind on my face helps to wake me. I love riding my Harley. It calms the storm within, brings me peace. It settles the chaos constantly swirling in my gut before dealing with club business and my brothers’ bullshit as I ride toward the clubhouse.

It’s my job as the Sergeant at Arms to keep everyone from losing their shit. I’m the peacekeeper of sorts. Usually, I have to break up a few brawls among brothers when someone gets a little too drunk and the shit-talking gets out of hand.

Over the last few months, things have been strained among my brothers. When Ethan’s woman, Skyler, came back into town after being missing for six years, shit hit the fan. Her father’s death and the secrets surrounding it, has made the tension among the club palpable, making my job more difficult.

Rounding the bend, I’m pulling my bike around the corner, waving at the prospect as I pass through the gates. When I see Sadie Jay getting out of the driver’s side of her crimson-colored Dodge Challenger she calls Loretta, I decide to coast in quietly. This girl is about to start a whole other world of trouble wearing her light blue shirt and some way too short cutoff denim shorts.

Hawk’s going to give birth when he sees her.

After the shit he’s given me this morning, the thought of his irritation has me smiling.

Sadie pulls a rag from the backseat and begins wiping off the hood. She loves her car like I love my bike. It was given to her as a birthday slash graduation gift in March from the club. When Pop pulled up to the clubhouse behind the wheel of her bright red beauty, Sadie immediately shouted, “She looks like a Loretta to me! Sexy, curvy, purring, and just look at that beautiful ass!”

The girl is something else.

I’ve never seen her hug Pop so tightly before, but when he told her that the club got it for her, she couldn’t contain her tears.

Sadie Jay is the Pres’s niece and Caleb’s granddaughter. She’s like a little sister to me, Jayde, and most of the brothers. We grew up in the club life together. After her father, Thomas, bailed on her and her mother, Rene lost her fucking mind and my parents were awarded guardianship over Sadie. She was dealt a shit-hand, but the club stepped in and took care of her.

Like Hawk, Sadie’s a fucking genius with computers. You’d never know by looking at her. She’s the opposite of every introverted computer nerd I’ve ever met. All about showing off her curves without being trashy and creating a commotion when she walks into a room. I think her goal is to give Hawk a coronary.

I guess it makes sense, though. Sadie learned her computer skills from Hawk, and he doesn’t come off as introverted either. Sadie is the only person who can call him on his shit and walk away unscathed. She definitely gives him a run for his money with her hacking abilities too, which aggravates the hell out of him and is hilarious to watch.

I pull into a spot a few spaces over just as she’s locking her door. I park my bike, set the kickstand down and slide off. Placing my helmet over the handlebars, I yell out to her retreating backside, “Hey! Don’t you walk away from me! Bring your ass over here and show me you love me!”

She spins, ready to spit venom. Her face lights up when she realizes it’s me.

“If any other man demanded such a thing from me, I’d cut off his balls and feed them to Gran’s pigs!” She shouts back. I plant my feet just in time to catch her as she runs and jumps into my arms. I spin her around in a tight hug.

“Feed them to the pigs, huh?” I laugh, kissing her cheek. “You’re ruthless.”

“It’s in the blood.” She says it with a smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes. I want to ask what that look is all about, when Hawk shouts across the yard.

“Yo! We’re waiting for you, asshole! Hurry the fuck up!”

“Fuck off, Nathaniel!” Sadie shouts before I can respond. Hawk crosses his arms over his chest, glaring at her with a smirk. “We were enjoying each other’s company until you came out barking!”

I have never seen Sadie as anything more than a sister. But I know by the way she said those words combined with the smirk she’s wearing, and the pissed off scowl Hawk is now sporting, she hit her mark.

“You’re trouble.” I whisper in her ear.

“Don’t I know it,” Her grin widens. “Hey, I need a favor.”

“What’s going on?”

“Loretta’s been making some weird sound lately, and I was wondering if I could leave her here so someone could take a look at her for me?”

“We’re headed out to Ethan’s fight in a few minutes, darlin’. I can have the prospect take her to the shop and ask one of the guys there to check her out, but you may not get her back for a couple of days.”

“That’s perfect. Jayde’s on her way to pick me up anyway. We’re going to spend the weekend together getting my stuff moved into my place.” She beams with pride. It was her parents’ place years ago. She managed to get the new owner to allow her to rent it. Mom wasn’t sure it was a good idea, being that it once had been her childhood home. But Sadie was adamant that she remembered nothing about that time in her life. She fell in love with the house and wants a place of her own now that she’s graduated from high school. Pop only agreed to it because it’s close to the clubhouse. When Hawk installed the security system, Pop felt she would be even safer. If the system alarms, it alerts Garrison, and his men would be on scene immediately.

What Pop may not know is it l means he can spy on her whenever he wants.

Fucking creeper.

We walk toward the clubhouse, and Sadie splits off, heading to the passenger’s side of Jayde’s mustang.

“You boys have fun in Devil’s Canyon. Don’t do anything I would do!” She shouts just before slamming the door shut. Me and Hawk watch wide-eyed as Jayde peels out of the parking lot.

“Those two are going to be trouble while we’re gone. I can feel it,” Hawk says.

I chuckle, clapping him on the shoulder. “Yep.”