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ROOM TWENTY: OWNING THEIR ANGEL
CHAPTER 1
FOUR MONTHS AGO
POE
It almost feels surreal to be wearing my cut right now. Not my prospect cut, but mine. With my official Devil’s Saints MC rockers and my road name patch. I’ve had my cut for a few days and it’s surreal how much of a difference it makes.
While I was a prospect, the year felt like it was taking forever, but I was determined to prove I had a place with the DSMC. I knew it was the place for me the first time I met Apostle, one of the club’s enforcers, and he was telling me about the brotherhood he found with the club.
It was exactly what I was looking for since my family was shit. My parents always cared more about themselves than their kids and they passed the trait down to my two older brothers. Fuck, my blood brothers are assholes who take more than they give without caring who is hurt in the process.
I hid behind humor for most of my life, using it as a shield because I didn’t know how else to protect myself. But then, all the jokes and the smiles would disappear in my anger when someone pushed me just a little bit too far. It might be normal for some, but never knowing where the line was made me feel out of control.
In the search for…something, anything really, to give me purpose, I crossed paths with Apostle at a gas station while I was riding my piece of shit bike. I don’t know what he saw in me considering I was looking rough as fuck. I had just turned 21 and was spending too much time in a bottle trying to find meaning in my life.
Whatever he saw was enough because he told me how to get to the clubhouse and to meet him there during the next party. I figured it would be a good time. I had no idea I would learn the true meaning of brotherhood.
I was determined to put in my time and earn my patch, which I fucking did.
Not only did the club have a party a few days ago in celebration, but I was gifted a night at Club Sin. I’ve heard of the club but have never been before. That doesn’t mean I didn’t know what I wanted to do with my night at the club the moment I saw it.
There was only one option, really.
Heather might be a club angel to anyone who just glances at the situation but looks can be deceiving. She came to the DSMC around the time Zach became a prospect eight months ago. The moment I saw her, I knew there was something different about her. She seemed to be hiding instead of angling to become an old lady like the other angels.
I wasn’t the only one who noticed her though, and Zach and Gray, who started his time as a prospect about a month after me, couldn’t take their eyes off Heather. I couldn’t fault them, she’s hard not to look at. She lights up the room with her sweetness and an air of innocence always follows her around.
She might have dressed like the other angels, but the only men who have touched her are the three of us.
The DSMC doesn’t have any rules against prospects hooking up with angels and we took full advantage and shared our woman between us. Still, we kept it casual because what we couldn’t do was claim her in Church. Not only are prospects not allowed in meetings except for special circumstances, but the claim wouldn’t be recognized without the patch.
It’s been difficult to keep our relationship a secret while keeping some distance, but we felt it was the best thing to do instead of allowing the other angels to know how much she means to us. She already had to go along with the angels from time to time. It created a problem between Prodigal, the club’s VP, and his old lady, Wrenley.
She felt badly about it, but it didn’t go too far, and she apologized to Wrenley for the drama she had a hand in stirring up.
Making her an outcast with the angels would make things worse. No one needs that kind of drama.
Too many people won’t look past Heather, technically, being a club angel. They overlook her sweetness and her light. I didn’t. Neither did Zach or Gray.
I can’t wait for when she can be ours, officially. I’ll be proud as hell to claim our woman. It won’t happen tonight, but that doesn’t mean the three of us can’t indulge by spending a night alone with her. Tomorrow it might be harder to go back to casual, but we’ll deal with it.
Zach opens the door for Room Twenty when we finally arrive in front of it. The renovated plantation mansion is huge as it is, but with the anticipation of getting to play with our woman all night it felt like it took forever to navigate the house. As I usher our woman into the room, Gray follows and closes the door behind us.
I barely look around, not giving a single fuck what the room looks like. Not when I can look at the beautiful woman in front of us. Her hair has so many colors in it—blonde, brown, copper, and kisses of red—and it always mesmerizes me. I love running my fingers through it because of how soft it is. Her hazel eyes find me, and I’m lost to them, just like I have been from the moment I met her.
The sweet smile on her face hits me right in the middle of my chest. There’s a teasing lilt to her voice, “So, Bedlam, hmm?”
I shrug and flash her a wide grin. “I don’t know. Lucifer said it was perfect for me.”
Her eyes rake over my body and it’s like a physical touch. She taps her chin like she’s considering it. “I can see it,” she winks, “for sure.”
“I’m just glad to have my patch.” I hook my arm around her waist and pull her flush against my chest. “I’m also glad I get to spend the night here. With you.”
Her eyes twinkle with so many emotions, ones we haven’t put words to, ones we can’t put words to. Not yet. It’s cowardly and I know I’m not the only one who thinks so. The only reason we’ve held back is to protect our woman just in case all of us don’t earn our patch. If one of us doesn’t make it, it would make being together so much more difficult.
I’ve been making plans with Gray and Zach while assuming we’ll be able to claim our woman, but we don’t ever want to hurt her. It’s why we haven’t made promises and kept it as light as possible. It’s not easy when everything in me wants to possess her and tell her that she’s mine. Ours.
