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“Hey, Pres,” she practically purrs.
“Angel.” Ace grins, taking her fingers in his. “Let me know when you’re ready to go, and I’ll drop you home.”
She lowers, almost shoving her cleavage in his face. Running her manicured red nails along his inner thigh, she whispers something into his ear. Ace closes his eyes and grins wide. “I’ll look forward to it,” he says and smirks. As she walks away, swaying her arse for extra measure, his eyes are glued to her, and I’m once again reminded of how he prefers his women super skinny with fake boobs, rubber lips, and arse implants.
“You may as well lay claim to her, Ace,” I mutter, and he arches a brow. “Well, you beat up her ex, you drive her home, you pay for her plastic surgery . . . she’s practically your wife.”
“I prefer the single life, Mae, you know that,” he says, throwing back his drink. “And I don’t pay for her surgery. Who said I do?”
“She did. Said your words were ‘you fuck her, and you want her to look her best’.”
Ace laughs. “She said that? I’ll slap her backside later.” He grins, and I hold back the vomit in my mouth. The thought of him smacking her oversized fake arse pisses me off.
Ace pulls a small, silver hip flask from his inside pocket and unscrews the cap. He’s about to put it to his mouth when I snatch it from his grasp and drink it myself. He watches with amusement when I wince at the strong flavour as it burns my insides. “What the hell is that?” I gasp.
“You’ll regret that in about half an hour. It’s strong,” he laughs, “you’re supposed to sip a small amount, savour the woody taste.”
I hand it back and decide to get my own drink from the bar. I need to forget the images of Ace and Angel together.
I’m halfway through a bottle of wine and aware that I look like a bitter drunk watching everyone have fun. The hardest thing about being in love with a powerful older man, who also happens to be your best friend’s dad, is that you can’t tell anyone why you’re so miserable. I pour myself another glass and watch Ace and Angel holding hands as they leave. Sure looks like he’s claiming her to me . . . and to everyone else in the room.
Chapter Two
ACE
Angel steps off my bike outside her house and then runs her hand up my chest, unfastening the top button on my shirt. “Are you coming inside?” she purrs, running her tongue along her plumped lower lip.
“I guess I should check that your ex isn’t inside waiting for you.” I grin, tapping her backside.
I step through the door of her house, and she turns, throwing herself at me. I catch her, and she wraps her legs around my waist and tugs at my hair. “I need you now,” she whispers, kissing me hard. I kick the door closed. I hate to be dominated, preferring my women gentle and submissive, not aggressive and pushy. But Angel has something about her that I just can’t seem to stay away from, and she refuses to be tamed.
I hold her against the wall and place my hand around her throat. Her barely-there dress has risen up over her thighs and her panties are exposed. I rub my erection against her. “You need me, you’d better get on those knees and show me how bad,” I growl, sliding her body down mine, lowering her feet to the ground.
Angel tugs at my belt, but my mobile rings from my pocket and she freezes. I always take the calls, no matter what I’m doing or where I am, because people only call me when they need my help.
“Yep?” I answer.
“Pres, sorry to bother you, but are you heading back here soon?” It’s Queenie, one of the old ladies.
I sigh. “Is it urgent?”
“I can feel trouble brewing, and you said to call if anyone was starting anything.”
“For fuck’s sake, who is it?” I growl. I’d made sure all The Rebellion knew to be on their best behaviour today, and I made it clear there was to be no trouble at Lucy’s wedding.
“Scar and one of the men from Tag’s side.”
There can’t be any trouble between the MC and Mafia, not when we’ve come this far to begin working together. “Right, I’m on my way. Can’t you get Mae to work her female charms to calm shit until I get there?”
“Sure,” she sighs, “although she’s looking a bit worse for wear.”
“Is she okay?” I ask, concern in my voice. Mae is a good friend. She’s level-headed, and she’s my go-to person when I need to hear it straight.
“Yeah, don’t worry, just get here.”
I disconnect the call and give Angel an apologetic smile. “Sorry, darling, you know how it is.” She sighs and rolls her eyes, another reminder of why I stay single. It takes an understanding woman to be my old lady.
I get back to the clubhouse, and Hulk makes his way over to me. “Don’t worry, Piper sorted it,” he mutters, and I follow his pissed-off glare in Piper’s direction. She’s dancing close to one of Tag’s men, working her backside into his groin.
