Phoenix Club 07(24)

“Well, it is an awful cute ass.” Byrd smirked and grabbed Angel’s ass, squeezing hard.

He jerked away from him. “If you want food.” He mumbled, brow tight. “Leave me alone.”

“He’s just fucking with you.” Axel chided. “Don’t be such a little bitch baby.”

“Yeah.” Wade smacked him in the small of the back with the back of his hand, hard. “He’s our guest. Show him some respect.”

Byrd twisted in his chair and leaned back, legs spread loosely. He grabbed his own crotch and grinned. “Or you could just blow me some respect.” When Angel glanced at him, his heavy eyes were thick with lust as they crawled all over his body. “I have cash in my pocket.”

“Yeah?” Wade perked up. “How much?”

The man shrugged. “Enough for a little cock slobbering.”

“You really enjoy that?” Axel grimaced. “Having a guy suck your cock?”

“Hey.” Byrd’s hand snapped out and slapped Axel in the back of the head. “Don’t knock it till you try it, dumb ass. Besides, like I always say–Angel here is more like a girl anyway.”

“Yeah, so keep your fucking mouth shut.” Wade sneered. “You open it again, and maybe I’ll make you suck his cock.”

Byrd chuckled and winked at him.

“Fuck you.” Axel muttered low.

Byrd winked again. “Maybe.” He smirked. “But you would have to pay me for that one.”

Mumbling coldly, Axel finally clammed up, his face screwed up in anger and annoyance.

Angel tried to shut out their sickening conversation and focus on the eggs frying in the pan so they didn’t burn or overcook at all. Wade got pissed if his eggs weren’t fixed just right.

“Speaking of cute asses,” Byrd quipped. “Where’s Maddy?” Angel stiffened, heart pounding. “Isn’t it about time you started making a few bucks off him as well? I bet he’s got a nice little velvet mouth on him.” He winked at Wade. “I could test him out for you.”

“You’re not gonna fucking touch him.” Angel flared, turning on the man with fiery eyes.

“Mmm.” Byrd smiled wryly. “You’re sexy when you’re angry.”

Angel backed off, unnerved by the way the man’s crotch instantly hardened and swelled. “Just…stay away from him.”

“You look real threatening.” Axel ventured. “Standing there with that spatula in your hand.” The other guys laughed and Axel relaxed, no longer the odd man out.

After serving the three men their food, Angel fixed a plate for Maddy and headed out of the kitchen.

“Whoa.” Wade set down his fork. “Where are you going with that?”

“It’s for Maddy.” Angel said quietly.

“What? He’s some fucking princess that he has to have breakfast in bed?” Wade shook his head and jabbed his fork at Angel. “He can bring his lazy ass out here to the table and eat. It’s bad enough I have to support his useless ass, he doesn’t need to be pampered as well.”

Walking back to the table, Angel set the plate down. He licked his lips slowly. “Actually…I wanted to talk to you about that. I mean, about Maddy making some money.”

Byrd smirked. “He can make money off me right now.”

Swallowing thickly, Angel kept his focus on Wade. “What if…Maddy could get a job? Like down at one of the corner markets or something. Then he would be bringing in some cash.” When Wade looked at him doubtfully, Angel hurried on. “He wouldn’t say anything to anyone about our private business. It would give him something to do, and bring in extra money.”

Wade went back to eating then finally mumbled, “I’ll think about it.”

Nodding, Angel went to wake up Maddy. The boy wasn’t thrilled about eating in the kitchen, but the news that Wade might let him get a job brightened his spirits a little. He ate his breakfast in silence, avoiding Byrd’s eyes at all costs.

Finishing his food, Byrd left the table and dumped his plate in the sink then leaned against the counter and wiped his mouth. He looked at Angel. “Now that I’ve had my meal…I think I’m ready for dessert.”

Angel hadn’t eaten–precisely for this reason. He‘d known that the moment Byrd mentioned a blow job, he was serious. And he didn’t want a full stomach when he went down on the guy.

Without looking up from his plate, Wade held up his hand and snapped his fingers. Byrd produced two twenties and a ten and stuffed them into Wade’s fist, then stepped over and gripped the back of Angel’s neck, walking him out of the kitchen. Maddy’s fork hovered, trembling, above his plate, a sudden wet glint to his eyes. Angel wondered if the boy was old enough now to understand that all that Angel suffered through–was to keep Maddy safe and untouched.