Angel Read Free Page A

and licks the blood off my lip with that fuckin’ devil’s tongue she’s got. Damn, if this bitch ain’t the kind of psycho that gets me hard. I twist the grip, and the bike screams forward, pushing the bitch up against me.
    It’s a sweet fuckin’ sensation, riding my hog with a sexy fuckin’ bitch pressin’ her tight little body up against mine, tits against my cut, thighs huggin’ my waist, lickin’ and bitin’ up on my neck and chest like she can’t get enough of my taste.
    I make the bike fly, and the bitch loves it, gigglin’ and squeezin’ – this sure as hell ain’t Amber sittin’ against my dick.
     
    Ocotillo’s a fuckin’ ghost town, but I know the place well. LLMC used to use the warehouse for club business, so everyone here knows the cut. Skunk’s the gas station owner, but he smells so fuckin’ bad you can’t even smell the gasoline. He’s fat, sweaty, and a greedy son of a bitch, but he respects the cut. I ease up and swing the bike up to the pump.
    “Get off and keep your fuckin’ head down,” I say to Lilith. Skunk knows how to keep his mouth shut, but after all the shit that’s gone down I decided to learn my lesson and play it real fuckin’ careful. She gets off me almost reluctantly, and I kill the motor. Skunk spends a fuckin’ minute haulin’ his fat ass out of his chair and walking over. My eyes are wincing from the stench.
    “Still ain’t had a fuckin’ bath, then?”
    “Fuck you, Luc.”
    He looks at the bitch as she walks over to a vending machine, checkin’ out her delicate little ass that’s peeking out from those tiny jean shorts. He turns back around to me, and I give him a look that lets him know I ain’t interested in hearin’ his fuckin’ thoughts.
    He nods, then grabs the pump and fills my bike while I go and check out the newspaper stand. “Fourth page,” he shouts over his shoulder. I find the page and check out the story. It’s a typical fuckin’ small town newspaper article, a load of words that don’t say much. Fire, motorcycle club, possible arson. Still, any fucking cocksucker with a working brain cell can connect the dots.
    Lilith. 
    I walk back over to Skunk who’s done fillin’ the bike. He hands me my cell phone. “It’s all charged up now.” I take it from him and stuff it into my jeans. “You got any good shit?” I say. Skunk thumbs his nose. Like I said, a greedy fuckin’ cocksucker, but at least he won’t talk. I take out a crumpled fifty and hand it to him. He pulls a bag of weed out of his triple XLs and tosses it at me.
     
    We get back to the warehouse, and I find a couple busted-up chairs and a table in a back room. I toss them over by the bike and start chowing down on some food that I got in the morning. Lilith walks up, takes a beer from the table, and slings it back quicker than most guys at the club. She reaches for my pack of cigs, and I put my hand over them to stop her.
    “You’ll fuckin’ regret it if you try and run again, bitch,” I say.
    “Oh yeah?” she replies, like she’s fuckin’ with me. I stand up and grab her by the throat. She’s only five two, but she looks at me like I’m the one who should be scared.
    “I told you, babe, don’t fuck with me.” I’m lookin’ down at her fuckin’ mad eyes and thinkin’ ‘bout what a beautiful fuckin’ face she’s got. This bitch’ll make me as crazy as her. I’m spendin’ so much time bein’ either angry as hell or horny as fuck that I’m startin’ to confuse the two.
    I let go, sit back down, and start eating again. “You wouldn’t get far anyway.” The bitch stands there over me, fists clenched, fuckin’ tense.
    “What makes you think that?”
    I take a big fuckin’ bite of my food, chew it slowly, and swallow before I talk. Let the bitch learn some fuckin’ patience. “Apart from the pigs who will be scourin’ the fuckin’ desert in search of the psycho, satan-lovin’ bitch who burned down her parents’ house; and apart from