Abandoned Angel (23 page)

“Blaze will pay, and so will Angelina,” he mumbled to himself.

The thought of taking her, forcing himself into her, stirred raw emotion throughout his body. He grinned over the idea, knowing it would happen soon. He would have her, and Blaze would see that he had no control over what Spike did. He had watched, undetected, as they entered the bedroom at the end of the hall. As far as Blaze knew, Spike was not even at the house. Spike had separated himself from the rest of the group to make sure that he arrived before everyone else. He parked his bike around back; where it
would not be noticed
.

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Angelina undressed, hating the ache that spread throughout her body. She stepped into the shower. The warm water felt good against her smooth skin, and having time alone was refreshing. As the water ran down her body, Angelina thought of her son. She thought of Justin’s sweet smile and carefree laughter. She thought about how badly she missed him and prayed for his safety. She prayed as the water ran over her body, until she started to cry. She had tried so hard to be strong and to believe that everything would be fine, but there, alone in the shower she let herself feel sorrow. She gasped for air as her soft whimpers turned into deep sobs. With everything that had happened since she mistakenly opened the door for her husband; she really had not had time to mourn the loss of her baby. The fear of never holding him again cut deep into her soul. She did not know if he was safe, or if he had been hurt and abandoned the same as she was. She wondered where Justin thought his mommy had gone. Every inch of her body ached over the thought of losing him. She stood there, helpless, with her body limp and tired, wanting to give up. She stood there, drained, full of emotion, and did not hear the door to the bathroom open while she cried.

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He quietly entered the bathroom where Angelina was showering. As he listened to the sound of the running water, he pictured her naked body streamed with wet drops. Over the sound of the water echoing in the shower, he barely heard her muffled cries. As he debated his next move, her gentle sound turned into desperate sobs. He eavesdropped for a moment, stirred by the emotion, before he grabbed the soft towel behind him and reached into the shower. He turned both knobs until the water stopped flowing. Angelina looked up at him, startled. Her large, desperate eyes begged for help. Blaze opened the towel for her and beckoned her to come to him. She stepped out of the shower and allowed Blaze to wrap the warmth of the cloth around her firm body. She tried to believe that everything would be ok as he held her in his strong arms, letting her cry on his shoulders. Blaze led Angelina gently into the bedroom where she put on the clean panties Blaze had laid out for her. He had talked to Alisha ahead of time and asked her to grab a few necessities for Angelina. It did not dawn on her to wonder where they came from. Blaze tried not to stare at her beautiful body as she climbed into the bed, knowing the timing was wrong. Against his better judgment, he would allow her remain in the room and sleep for a while. She was in no condition to be downstairs; things were already starting to get rowdy. Angelina settled her body on its side and curled her legs up against herself. Blaze tucked the thick quilt up around her neck. Angelina reached out for his hand before he walked away. She held it for a moment to show her appreciation, finding it hard to release. Blaze looked down at her one last time as he headed back out the door, shutting it behind him. He would allow her to sleep for an hour or so, but that was it. Within five minute’s she was out cold, exhausted from her ordeal.

Angelina’s mind blurred with confusion when she opened her weary eyes. The smell of whiskey and sweat filled her nostrils and her lungs. For a moment, she thought Blaze was back in the room with her, but only for an instant. She recognized the stance the invader held as he leaned over her and immediately knew she was in danger. Years of threat by her husband had honed her senses to this, and she reacted quickly. As Spike leaned in to grab her, Angelina rolled to the opposite side of the bed, landing on the left side of her body, facing the wall. Terror stuck inside her throat, preventing her scream from escaping. With a move equally smooth, Spike leaped across the bed and landed his hand across the side of her face, pressing her mouth down into the bed to stifle the scream that was sure to come. Angelina retched in pain, squirming to break free. His weight pressed heavy upon her mostly naked body. All that kept her covered was the light sheet twisted around her waist. She wiggled back and forth, ignoring the pain the pressure he held on her face was causing. As Spike let up a little of his weight, to reposition himself as he admired the body underneath him, Angelina quit struggling to give him the impression of defeat. When he relaxed his hold, she twisted her head and bit into his grimy, cigarette scented hand with all her energy. His skin tasted of tobacco and perspiration. With the last of the strength in her lungs, she screamed as loudly as she could. She had no idea if anyone heard her over the sound of the music playing downstairs. A quick reacting Spike slammed the back of her head into the bed with his hand stretched tightly around her tanned neck. Fury burned in his eyes.

“One more sound, bitch, and you're dead.”

Angelina felt as if her throat was caving in.

Don’t panic, relax, don't panic, relax,
she reminded herself over and over until she felt herself calming. In the past, she had used this method many times to help separate her emotions from what was happening to her body. His grip loosened and she inhaled, filling her lungs with the sweet touch of air.

“That's better,” Spike snarled. “Keep your mouth shut whore. I'm only taking what should have been mine.”

Tears streamed down Angelina’s face as Spike struggled to untangle her from the sheet. One hand remained on her throat while he squeezed her tit hard with the other. He wanted to make sure it hurt; she could see it in his eyes. Each time she struggled to pull away or began to scream he tightened his grip around her neck until she felt she would pass out. Spike was too strong for her and she knew it, but as his hand moved between her legs, she refused to go without a fight. Angelina's heart beat out of control as she again gasped for air. This time she fought back as hard as she could, clawing at his arms and neck in the process, trying to wiggle free from the weight of his body which was crushing her already bruised ribs. Spike had wanted to take her while she was alert, but had enough of her fighting. With one quick motion, the back of his firm hand landed on her cheek, and she felt herself fading into darkness.

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Blaze left the bedroom concerned about Angelina. She seemed so fragile. He had felt an overwhelming desire to protect her and save her from the pain she was feeling, but left her alone because he had become aroused by her naked, wet body. He couldn’t help himself
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It had been a long time since he had felt either of those emotions to the extreme that he did with her, and it had been difficult for him to keep himself from climbing into the warm bed with her. Instead, he found a cold beer in the refrigerator and sipped at it as he tried to forget his desire for Angelina. He stood in front of the white refrigerator for a moment, debating on whether or not he should go back up to the bedroom. His mind told him she needed to rest, but the sexual tension that had been growing between them told him he should have stayed. His desire won out, and he headed back up to the room. He would let her say no if that was what she wanted.

Half way up the stairs Blaze thought he heard muffled cries, and commotion coming from Angelina's room. Without hesitation he kicked open the wooden door to find Spike sprawled on top of Angelina's body. Blaze did not know how hurt Angelina was, but was not moving. It took no effort for Spike to hold her down. With a single motion, Blaze jumped across the bed, pulling Spike off the small framed woman as they tumbled to the floor. They both landed hard against the wall.

Angelina heard sounds in the distance, but struggled to come around. She knew Blaze was in the room by the rustling happening around her.

As they struggled Blaze recognized utter hate in Spike's eyes. With absolute anger Blaze wretched his arm back and swung harder and faster than he had done for some time. His fist connected with the side of Spike’s face. The impact stung and infuriated Spike, and brought him a rush of excitement combined with anger. Spike was stronger and quicker than Blaze had expected. He pushed Blaze off himself with a quick thrust of his legs. Blazes back hit the wall with a hard thrust. Spike was up on his feet quickly, spitting blood as he spoke.

“You think you can take me you fucker, go ahead and try,” he hollered, convinced he was the stronger of the two men.

“I told you to stay away from her,” scolded Blaze.

All the hurt, anger and shame of not being able to have protected his own family burned in his soul. Spike charged Blaze, feeling his own anger and hate. At the last minute, Blaze stretched his leg into a forward snap kick, landing it perfectly into Spikes gut. The force folded Spike in half. In the next second Blaze raised his elbow and placed a hard blow to the back of Spikes shoulders. Spike went down again, this time hard.

Angelina stirred, and for the first time Blaze saw the bruising around her throat. With a swift kick, his foot landed in Spikes ribs. Spike lay still. Blaze sat at the edge of the bed and pulled Angelina’s soft body against his chest.

“It's ok Angel, its ok now,” he stated softly, glad to see that she still had her white panties up around her waist. Spike had not raped her.

Angelina allowed the tears to fall freely, her body pressed firmly against him. Blaze sat on the edge of the bed cradling Angelina in his arms until he heard the distinct click of a gun behind his back. Instantly he knew what it was. Spike had brought his gun into the house. With his mouth bleeding, and his face beginning to swell, Spike slowly stood.

“Now let's see who's so fucking tough,” he stated through grinding teeth. Holding his ribs with one hand, and the gun in the other Spike ordered Blaze to stand. Blaze did so, reluctantly letting go of Angelina. Terror engaged her eyes, but she sat still.

“Now you are going to watch me fuck the bitch,” ordered Spike.

“You don't want to do that Spike,” claimed Blaze as he moved in Spikes direction.

Although the women of the club
are considered
property to be shared, most club members did not condone rape. The way they saw it was that the bitches rode with the club knowing and accepting the rules. If they refused to follow the rules, the bitch was gone. In this case, it could go either way. Angelina was an outsider, but she was riding with a club member.

“Shut the fuck up or I shoot her first,” growled Spike as he pointed the gun at Angelina’s face. Blaze positioned himself between the gun and Angelina. Angelina, who was watching in disbelief wasn't about to allow Blaze to be shot because of her. She untangled her body from the white sheet and stood, topless, next to Blaze. The tears stopped. She was suddenly calm and her words came out even, controlled.

“Blaze, don't, it isn't worth it. The prick can have me. It doesn’t matter,” she stated. “I'm sure he isn't a BIG deal anyway,” she chuckle emphasizing big as she eyed his crotch and then moved her stare back up to his eyes. She really was a mouth when she wanted to be. Angelina watched as Spike snickered and eyed her large tits. He then turned to Blaze and put the gun against his temple.

“And you are going to stand here and watch it. If you move I will blow your fucking head off when I am done with her!”

Blaze did not bat an eye.

“Like hell I am,” he stated, grinding his teeth until his firm jaw was sore. He stood tall, fist in a ball, ready to protect Angelina.

“Blaze,” Angelina whispered, “just do what he says, please.”

She could feel the tears coming back, and her strength weakening.

“I don't want you hurt because of me. Just let him do what he needs to. It doesn’t matter.”

She tried to convince herself that it really didn’t. She had suffered through so much already, and
being raped
by this asshole was not worth Blaze being killed. Just the same, as Angelina heard the music and laughter from down stairs, she hoped someone had heard them fighting, and would come up and help.

“Damn right you will do what I say Blaze,” Spike ordered.

“She is ours to share. Do you really think you are too fucking good for the code? She’s an outsider!”

Spike held tight to Angelina’s arm and swung her around so that her ass, covered in her white cotton panties, pressed up against his crotch. Blaze stood, waiting for the right moment to react. Trapped in the corner of the room, with walls on two sides of him, a bed on one, and Angelina and Spike next to him, Blaze had nowhere to go. Spike released Angelina’s arm. With the gun still pointed at Blaze, he ran his rough hand over her breast from behind. He squeezed tight as Angelina closed her eyes. She could feel him hardening up against her buttocks.

“You like that baby?” Spike laughed as he ran his hand down her belly and then to her crotch. Angelina wanted to beg him to stop but said nothing; she would not let either of them see her fear and disgust.

“Oh yeah Blaze you are going to watch me fuck the shit out of her!” Spike asserted. “Next time you will think twice before you break the code rules.”

Angelina tightened as she felt his fingers slid between her thighs. He grabbed her until she yelped in pain. More than anything, Blaze wanted to pound Spike with his bare hands until he quit breathing, but he knew he had to wait until the right moment. He would not be able to protect Angelina with a bullet in his body, and Spike still had the gun pointed at his head. Tears rolled down the side of Angelina’s face, yet she stood, quietly and let Spike do as he wanted.