Angels and Ashes (Heaven's Rejects MC Book 2) Read Free

a million dollars.
    Jagger was a damn lucky guy to have a woman like her in his life. I never could figure out how the old bastard landed a chick like her even years after the fact. She was so young when he brought her to the clubhouse the first time that I actually remember asking him if she was legal. The bastard just smiled at me as he pulled her into his lap and staked his claim. Her voice sang sweetly with each word that spilled from her lips. Her sexy little southern drawl damn nearly killing me each time her beautiful mouth opened. It wasn’t long after that he announced to the club he was going to marry Darcy. I was happy for him, and hell, I was jealous. She’s the kind of woman that any of us would be lucky to have. My wife is a looker, but she isn’t the full package like Darcy was for Jagger.
    There were so many nights that Jagger came home hours late, covered in blood from beating the ever-loving fuck out of some punk hassling one of our clients or from some rival club stirring shit up, and she just walked away without a word. But, there were a few times I saw that southern sass in her roar to life as she fucking laid into him in front of the entire club after missing something for the boys, but Jagger always said that she would forgive him as soon as they got home. He always said that he could solve every problem they ever had in the bedroom, but there were times I thought even a good fucking wouldn’t get him out of the dog house. I’ll admit, Jagger wasn’t exactly the best guy on the planet, but for her and the kids, he’d paint the fucking moon purple if it made them happy.
    Drumming my fingers on the hardwood top of my desk, I decide to just wing his eulogy. I’m absolutely fucking kidding myself if I think that I can come up with the right words to say. The mess of crumpled up papers littering the floor is evidence enough that I’m not cut out for writing some bullshit speech. Just as I toss the last of my incoherent scribbles toward the overflowing trash can in the corner, a knock comes from the door.
    “Yeah?” I call out. The knob slowly turns, and in walks Hero and Ratchet. Hero looks ragged from lack of sleep, and Ratchet doesn’t look any better.
    “Hey, Prez,” Ratchet mutters as he and Hero slide into the chairs in front of my desk. Hero looks to the scattered mess on the floor and laughs.
    “I see your speech is going well,” Hero quips with a cocky ass smile. “Better be careful; one of those tree huggers will start picketing in your office.”
    Running my fingers over my buzz cut, I let out a sigh. “Yeah, writing something pretty isn’t exactly highlighted on my resume. I bet popping a nun’s cherry on a Sunday wouldn’t be this damn hard.”
    Both men laugh at the visual I just gave them.
    “Not sure waving your dick around would make a nun break her vows from what I’ve heard, Raze,” Hero jokes. I know he’s trying to lighten the mood, but the fucker doesn’t know when he’s crossing the line. When I shoot him a glare, Hero raises his hands up in defeat. “Jesus, I was just kidding. Don’t get your panties in a wad, Prez.”
    “You keep this shit up, Hero, and Ratchet might just get a promotion to VP,” I joke in return.
    “Nah,” Ratchet mutters. “You know I’m not the leading by example kinda guy, Prez. Well, unless you want me to teach the prospects to be a pain your ass.”
    “Yeah,” Hero chimes in, “don’t you remember what happened the last time you let Ratchet out of his cage? He burned down an entire mansion-filled neighborhood.”
    “Who would have thought that the finer things in life would burn just as fast as the shitty stuff?” Ratchet recalls with a shrug of his shoulders.
    Shaking my head, I can’t help but laugh. Just thinking about some of the shit Ratchet has pulled makes me reconsider the idea. He seems unaffected by the fact that he torched ten-million-dollars’ worth of a rich neighborhood to the ground after we had to handle