The Skulls(42)

“You’re always bad,” she said.

“Better believe it.”

She stayed silent as he soaped her body. He got her to lean against the wall as he washed away his leaking seed from her ass. Lash used cleaning her as an excuse to touch her. He couldn’t take his hands off her. Her soft body called to him.

“Can I ask you a question?” she asked.

“Sure.”

“Tate is sounding a little pissed with being confined to her home. She wants me to ask if I can go and visit her.”

He chuckled. Tate wouldn’t be the type of woman to ask, and he said so.

“She may have threatened to go bat-shit crazy on your ass, but I thought asking nicely would help first.”

Lash spun her around to face him. He pressed his lips against hers. “Do you like Tate?”

She nodded. “Yeah, she’s wonderful. She seems sad though.”

“What do you mean?” He started to soap her hair as she spoke.

“The attitude seems a barrier to keep people out as if she’s been hurt before. I find it sad.”

He stared at her. She was an observant one. “Tate has been hurt in the past. She was close to one of the members, and he left her and the club. It was a horrid betrayal.”

“Murphy?”

“Yeah, his real name is Dillon James. She fell for him hard. He was the Prospect who saw her to high-school and was her date for the prom. I think Tiny only kept him a Prospect for so long because Tate liked him. Once you’re a member you don’t do babysitting duties unless you have to,” Lash said. “They grew close, and there was a time after he left when Tate went a little crazy.”

“Crazy, how?”

“She wouldn’t eat and tried to push everyone away. I prefer the attitude to the tears and pain. She’s fighting now whereas before she was letting go.”

“Poor Tate. I knew something had gone on between her and Murphy from our time at the mall, but I didn’t think it was that.”

Lash shrugged. “Tiny does what he can, but he can’t fix her broken heart.”

They finished off their shower, and Lash took her back to bed.

“So can I go and see her?” Angel asked.

“I’ll talk to Blaine and arrange it.”

“Thank you.” Angel kissed him and then settled down. Within seconds she was asleep, and Lash took the time to watch her sleep.

He knew it was only a matter of time before the Lions made their move, and he hoped to God that Tiny knew what he was doing.





Chapter Twelve



After seeing Lash off to the club Angel had finished her breakfast while Blaine made some calls on his cell phone. She was going to see Tate today, and she was waiting for Blaine to be ready to take her.

Sipping her hot coffee she watched the other man talk in the cell phone. He looked relaxed and was smiling. When he was finished he turned back to her, smiling.

“Are you ready to go?” he asked.

“Yeah, who were you speaking to?” She cringed at the invasion of privacy. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked.”

“No, it’s okay. I was talking to my daughter,” he said, smiling. He pulled a wallet out of his back pocket and handed her a photo.

“You’re a father?” she asked, taking the photo and seeing a smiling blonde looking back at him. The little blonde was in the arms of a raven-haired woman.

“Yeah, that’s my baby girl, Darcy, and my woman, Emily.” He cleared his throat. She handed back the wallet. “They’re both beautiful women.”

“They are. Emily won’t let me see my daughter at the moment. I’ve had a rough few years. The club has really helped me out. I know I’m an old Prospect at twenty-five, but they’re my world. I’ll do anything for them.”

Angel smiled. “I hope you figure things out soon.”

“So do I. Are you ready to go?” Blaine asked.

“Yeah.” They headed out to the car. “Do you mind if I ask how old Emily is?”

The woman in the photo looked young.

Blaine went red. “She’s eighteen in the photo, and she’s just turned twenty.”

“Did you…?” She couldn’t finish. Had he slept with a minor?

“No, Emily was eighteen when we were together. I would never do that. I fucked up, not Emily. She needed me, and I wasn’t there. It’s my fault, no one else.”

Angel nodded. “I’m sorry. You’re the first person to give me any details of their life.”

“No problem. I’ve been told I need to talk about my family.”

They climbed in the car, and Blaine headed toward Tate’s home. Angel pressed the button to call Tate to let her know they were on their way.