Angels and Ashes (Heaven's Rejects MC Book 2) Read Online Free PDF Page A

mail. Pulling the tape from the door, I turn the letter over and get the shock of my life.
    “Darcy” is scrolled across the front of the crinkled paper in a familiar script I never thought I would see again—Brent’s.

Why the fuck did I agree to do this shit?
    I knew running our legitimate security company would come with some crazy ass jobs, but this one really takes the cake. Playing scary bodyguard to the latest virginal pop princess has been like living in hell surrounded by those screaming bitches on that housewives show the club whores like to watch. One of these days I need to put a parental lock on those channels; their cackling has been interrupting Church far too many times since that show came back on.
    Jesus Christ, if I had known when I volunteered to give Hero the day off so he could take Dani to her lady doctor appointment, I’d have assigned one of the prospects. Shit, Slider would probably get off on this, unlike me, who has spent the last forty-five minutes watching this scrawny blonde chick with tiny tits sing the same song. If the money wasn’t so damn good, I’d have walked by now.
    “Thank you, everyone, I love you all. Goodnight!” screams the girl I’ve now named Fuck Me Barbie , taking one last bow before exiting the stage on the left. Thank fucking God, this shit’s almost over. I need a stiff drink and one of the club girls on her knees to wipe this shit from my mind. I wonder if Bubbles and that mouth of hers has been used tonight. Call me crazy, but other than a warm pair of lips around my cock, I wouldn’t dare sink my dick into their black holes of pussy. I make for damn sure our girls are clean, but I’m not about to put my dick where my brothers dump their loads. One-night stands are a far better risk than a club whore or a cut bunny trying to become the president’s new old lady. I had one of those before, and she turned out to be a traitor to the club. I’m not exactly in the market for another crazy bitch that wants to own my balls anytime soon. I have enough problems trying to raise my teenage daughter and son on my own.
    Making my way to the stairs, Fuck Me Barbie grabs a towel from one of the stage hands and wipes away the sweat from her body. I notice she takes just a little too long brushing the sweat away with a towel against her tight dancer’s body. I can tell from the evil smirk that forms on her face that she’s far from innocent and a hell of a lot older than the eighteen the tabloids say she is. If I were a betting man, I’d peg her for at least twenty-three, but even knowing she’s legal doesn’t mean I’m interested. I don’t sleep with the clients for the very same reason as the club whores. Communal playthings and little girls with Daddy issues need to stick to the men who will mistreat them the way they expect and leave me the fuck alone.
    Fuck Me Barbie rubs her fingers around her nipples that have budded with the cold air flowing backstage. She throws the towel back at the stage hand before hopping off the last set of stairs and sliding up next to me. Her hand brushes my groin before she spins for the stage crew to remove her wireless microphone. “Wanna come back to my hotel tonight?” she whispers to me over her shoulder, eyeing her hand that covers my still soft dick. “I’d like to see what you could do to earn a big tip for protecting my body.”
    Shaking my head as I laugh, I remove her hand from my fly. “Sorry, little girl, but the only job that I get paid to do is protect your ass. I’m not exactly interested in deflowering America’s little wet dream of the month because she thinks she has a thing for older bad boys. Why don’t you go play with someone your own age?”
    Her sly grin falls from her face as her tour manager, Michelle, ushers her back to her dressing room to change. I follow quickly behind them and can’t help but to admire the plump ass on Michelle. Now that’s the kind of woman I’d sink my dick into. She has