UnLove Me - The Angels Warriors MC Complete Trilogy Box Set (57 page)

I leave the meeting room and go in the direction of T-bags. “Trevor, man,” I call out to him, watching his back retreat into his room.

I follow him inside the room, closing the door behind me. He sinks down to his bed and places his head in his hands.

“Man, talk. What the fuck is going on with you?” I offer him a smoke, but he shakes his head. I light one up. I know this isn’t going to be anything good.

“Hangman’s my fuckin’ brother,” he mumbles out.

I narrow my eyes at him. “Hangman’s brother’s dead, man. Victor did it himself.”

He shakes his head and looks at me. “Victor didn’t kill me. He thought he did, but he didn’t. He stabbed me then shot me, but I lived. I didn’t even come to the club until I knew Victor was gone and the club was different. I hated the way things were in my brother’s club, so I took this as my out.”

“Does Hangman know?”

“No, and I don’t want him to. He needs to just keep on thinkin’ I’m fuckin’ dead.” Damn, this shit is fucked.

“Fuck, man, I gotta tell Angel and the others. If you really wanna keep this shit quiet, they gotta know, or they could slip up and say something.”

“Listen to us, talking like fuckin’ chicks. Get out, man,” he says with a smirk.

I chuckle. “Later, man.”

I walk out and head back into the meeting.

Zippo comes back in looking hesitant. “What?” I ask him.

“T-bags has got a good reason. Hangman’s his brother. Doesn’t want him to know that he’s actually alive,” I tell him and Angel.

“Shit,” Angel whispers. “That explains some things.”

It does; whenever a charity drive or a protection order takes us around that area, T-bags always says he can’t. Now it makes sense.

“We got more news,” I tell Zippo when he takes his seat.

He frowns. “I was only gone like ten minutes.”

I shake my head and look to Angel, who is leaning forward, rubbing at his beard. “Monica’s dead,” Angel tells him.

Zippo’s face pales, and he quickly looks to Angel. We all know that he never did love her, but still. It’s the same way Vinny felt about Kayla when she died.

“Fuck,” he says, pullin’ off his beanie and rubbing his head. “When the fuck do the Untamed get here? Because I hate to admit this right now, but we seriously need them.”

*~*

A week later, the Untamed Angels finally show up. Hangman wanted to come himself, so he needed to finish up his other shit.

“Well, well, lookie here, boys. It’s the Grim Reaper,” Hangman says, laughing.

Of course he’d laugh. Fucker makes me look like goddamn cupid.

“We have a lock on the location. I was able to get Scraper here to head up to that cabin the second I got off the phone with Angel. He’s followed them to a local farm house here in town. He’s keeping watch, making sure they don’t leave. I’m about to head there myself,” he tells us.

“I’ll come with. I want my wife back,” I growl out.

Hangman smirks. “No, man, you ain’t. Part of the marker I owe you is to not get you caught up in shit that’d make people think badly of the Pussy MC. We’ll bring the girls to you, to the local hospital. Get there, stay there, and wait.”

“Fuck that,” I tell him, stepping forward.

“Don’t try me, kid.”

Angel steps forward. “He’s right, man. You get caught up in this shit, there’s no way we can clear you and Zippo of shit at all.”

“Fine,” I say through gritted teeth. “You touch one hair on my woman, I swear to God I’ll see you put in the ground.” No wonder why T-bags didn’t want this fucker to know he was still alive.

“While we’re here, gonna search for some pussy. Let those fuckers at the farmhouse think they are safe for tonight, that we don’t know where they are. Then tomorrow, we’re goin’ in,” Hangman says.

I narrow my eyes at him. “Ain’t you married?”

“Yeah, I am. Doesn’t mean I ain’t gonna get side pussy,” he says with a scary as shit smile. “My Old Lady knows how it is. She ain’t got a fuckin’ choice.” I wonder if the fucker knows his wife is Lilly’s cousin. If he’s able to get the women back, I wonder if he’ll recognize Eden, considering she stayed with his wife and her mother for a time until she got her own apartment.

We’re all huddled together in the cold dirty barn, watching Victor pacing and barking at Momma B. Breaks is standing guard outside. From what they said, they’re worried someone’s followed us. I don’t know where Trent is. After he drove us up here, he took off.

Banging on the doors of the barn startles us.

“What?” Victor says angrily.

Breaks comes in, looking like he shit is pants. “Man, fucking Untamed Angels are here,” he says, his voice cracking.

“No,” Victor says, looking sick.

I look at the girls, and their eyes are bugging out. For Victor and Breaks to look this scared, this MC must be really bad. Jasper, Mason, and Vinny wouldn’t have called them in unless they had good reason to.

I notice that Momma B has fallen to the ground and is shaking.

A gun shot quickly has me looking back toward Breaks, who gets tossed into the barn.

“Well, hello there, Victor,” a huge evil looking man says with a twisted grin. I thought Mason was scary looking at times. This guy has him beat. Totally.

“Hangman,” Victor croaks out.

“You’re gonna let the pussies go while I have some fun in here with you.”

Victor shakes his head. “They’re my leverage. I ain’t parting with them.” 

“I really hate to do this, but since you won’t let them go...” he says, aiming his gun at Victor’s foot then turning toward us. “Beautiful fuckin’ pussy. Such shit that you three are taken. Gonna have to get you ladies to go outside now. A few of my men are there, and they have orders not to touch you. This shit right here, you ain’t gonna wanna see,” he tells us while still checking us out.

“Come on. Let’s go. This guy is scaring the piss outta me,” Eden says, pulling me and Lilly outside.

We’re huddled outside in the freezing cold for twenty some minutes, maybe longer, when I hear the barn door open.

“Ladies, you can have this here blanket,” I hear Hangman say from behind us. “This shit is gonna take a little while,” he says, grinning.

I snatch the blanket, and we huddle together—finally getting a little warmth. Thirty minutes later, he’s done doing whatever the hell he was doing and comes outside. The sound of gravel crunching and a door slamming shut startles us.

“Scraper’s here, which means I can’t keep playing with this one,” he says, and my eyes go back to him. He sighs and looks upset.  “I’m gonna get cleaned up, then take you pretty pussies to the hospital where your men are waiting.” That’s when I notice that he’s completely covered, almost head to toe, in blood, and I think I even see pieces of gunk on him. Eww.

A big man steps out of the van that just pulled up, and I think my panties just melted off. If I didn’t think Jasper was the hottest man in the universe, I would consider jumping him.

“Holy shit. I want to lick that,” Hilary mumbles from beside me.

I look to Lilly and see her mouth wide open. “You’re drooling, Lilly-pad,” I tell her.

“Ladies, let’s get you in the van to wait for Hangman,” he tells us. Damn, even is voice is sexy.

This man is tan, tall, broad shouldered, and I never thought a bald head was sexy, but now I’m rethinking that. He has symbols tattooed all over his scalp, and when he talks, he has dimples so big that I could see myself licking the curve of them. His muscles are bulging through his shirt as he opens the van doors for us.

“Come on. Get in,” he rumbles.

With that, we move fast, not wanting to piss off this bear of a man, and climb in the back. Hangman climbs in the passenger seat and looks back at us, shaking his head.

“You look familiar,” he says, his eyes narrowing at Lilly.  “We fuck before?”

She shakes her head. “No.”

“Shame,” he mutters.

Lilly turns to me, her eyes bugging out in a ‘what the fuck’ way.

My phone chimes with a video message. “Who’s that?” Angel asks from beside me.

We’re all sitting outside the hospital, waiting on our women. Scraper texted us about ten minutes ago, saying he has our shipment and they’re on their way.

I open the message. “Hangman.” I hit play on the video. It’s grainy, but I can still see it when I squint. He’s whistling as I hear Momma B scream and gurgle. I watch him as he slices her open.

“She’ll die eventually,” he says, grinning. Hangman goes back to whistling as he starts to pull out her intestines. “Oh, fuck,” I say, trying not to gag. He’s going right to town, fuckin’ smiling the whole time. I finally see the light go out in Momma B, but not before the fucker cuts up through her chest and carves her heart out.

“I don’t know if I can keep watching this fucked up shit,” I tell Angel. Zippo is over by the emergency doors, pacing.

“Give it here,” Angel says, holding out his hand.