Ink: A Wings of Diablo MC Novel by Rae Lake (most inspirational books .txt) 📕

cramped space and didn’t make a sound. The ordeal didn’t look like it had fazed her in the least, she’d been through worse.

“What the fuck?” Wire yelled when he saw her scramble from the trunk Mack opened.

“Oh, shit, that’s one of the girls from the fucking party. She was in that stall brawl shit you were talking about.” Jameson said from beside me. She backed up slowly.

“Grab her,” Wire said.

“I wouldn’t,” I said as Archer and Wyatt reached over to grab the woman. She head-butted Wyatt, breaking his nose and was choking Archer with her restraints before we could even help them.

Wire and the rest of us with guns, had them drawn and ready to blow her fucking head off the minute Archer’s head was out of the way.

Mack was the one to step up, “No. Stump. Just stump. Just here to help. Let go.” He said his words a scrambled mess. She stared at him for a second before letting Archer go. She said nothing, her eyes never moving from Mack.

He turned his back to her, not the smartest move, but she didn’t react.

“It’s okra. I’ll take her. I got it,” He said.

We all put our weapons down and watched as Mack pulled her into the clubhouse, I had no idea what the hell he was going to do with her, but I didn’t care. I had other things to do, and important people to see. I opened the clubhouse door and walked in.

Jazmine ran into my arms the second I walked through the doors. Her eyes were bloodshot and full of worry.

“What’s the matter? Why are you so upset?” I asked as I rubbed my thumb softly over her face.

“Last time my family went out for a job, none of them came back. I was worried. Is it over now?”

“Yeah, it’s all over. We don’t have to look over our shoulder any longer.”

She smiled and leaned up on her tippy toes so she could try and kiss me. I dropped my head to meet hers.

“You’ll keep me here, right?” I asked as my lips slowly drifted away from hers, “If you see me losing myself, you’ll bring me back. I was so lost. So lost, sometimes it feels like I’m going fall into a never-ending fucking pit. I don’t want that Jazmine. I don’t want to be like them.” I thought back on what Ruby had said to me as I buried her alive.

“Ink, I’m here. I will never let you lose yourself. I will never let you go.” She looked deep into my eyes, “No matter how far you fall, I’ll be here to help you back up.”

I kissed her hard, and I knew she meant it. I would never be like those sadistic fucks. If I slipped, I would have both her and my family to pull me back up. She ran her hands up under my shirt, using her fingers to softly scratch at my chest and abs.

After all the shit we’d been through in the past few days, I needed her. I just wanted to lose myself in her and forget about all this shit.

“Ink, keep your game face on, I need my pain manager. Wyatt found the last piece.” Wire warned as he walked by me.

The last piece of what?

I pulled away from Jazmine and grabbed her hands before she could turn me on anymore. “Hold that thought.” I kissed her lips as I reached up and massaged one of her tits, that ring poking hard against the fabric of her bra. She groaned and then moved away. She knew I had business, and she wouldn’t bitch because she knew I would take care of her as soon as it was done.

I rushed to catch up to Wire. Archer, Prez, and Ryder already at the doors to where I assumed Archer called church.

“Storm, we need you too.” Wire called.

“Me?”

“Yeah, come on.”

He pushed the doors open, and for the second time today, I was rendered fucking speechless.

Vale was sitting in the room, bloodied, restrained, and beat to shit.

“You motherfucker!” Prez roared as he tried to jump over the table, separating him from us. Archer and Wire caught him before he could make it. “You piece of shit.” Prez turned to Wire, “Why is he still alive? He killed Vida! He tortured Angel and Ink. Why isn’t his fucking head off his god damn body?” He roared at my president.

Wire leaned his head in the direction of Storm. Vale had done some severely fucked up shit to this club and me, but he was still Storm’s blood brother. His twin. They shared the same goddamn uterus for a whole nine months.

“Wire. We have him. He can’t run off, and he can’t hurt us anymore. We can just beat him down. Strip him, fuck we can keep him locked up for the rest of his life. We can…” Storm searched desperately for a resolution that didn’t involve us putting a bullet in between his brother’s eyes.

“Storm, he has to die.”

“Wire, please. You can’t; he’s my brother. Please.” He begged.

“I’m sorry, we’re your brothers, he’s a traitor, and he’s going to die.” Wire put a hand on Storm’s shoulder. “I just wanted you to know straight from us that we were going to do it.”

Storm took a step back, his head down as his tears started to fall from his eyes. “Can I have a minute with him?” He looked back up to Wire, “You know, to say goodbye?”

“Yeah. Do what you have to do. Let us know when you’re done.”

We all walked out and left the two brothers in the room to say their goodbyes.

“Inkpop?” Angel’s small voice called out.

I turned to see the sad and pale little girl. Vida’s death had hit her hard, though, not harder than Mikki, who hadn’t eaten or spoken to anyone I knew of since we got here.

“Yeah, baby?”

“I keep going to sleep and waking up back in the room.” She cried and ran into my arms, “Is it really