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Lash (The Skulls #1) Page 6
Author: Sam Crescent

“It looks like you better get used to being in the kitchen, sweet-butt. Angel has been taken,” Zero said.

“What?” Fern stormed out of the kitchen, and Angel watched her stop when she looked at her.

“Oh hell no. That is not fair. She hasn’t even been a member or done the time or the f**king the rest of us have. What does she have that the rest of us don’t?” Her hands were on her hips, and the look Fern shot Lash would have killed him if looks could kill.

“Lash made a choice. We accepted that choice, and she stays,” Tiny said. He sat at the top of the table with his hands locked together. The leader looked calm and frightening. Tiny always scared Angel. Her grip tightened on Lash’s hand.

“You’ve got to wait until someone actually wants your sweet ass, baby,” Nash said.

Angel glanced at Lash’s brother and saw the contempt the other man had for Fern. Most of the men loved to f**k her, but none of them liked her.

“Whatever.” Fern sent her a glare then stormed back into the kitchen.

Lash took a seat next to his brother. She made to go to the kitchen, but the hand around her wrist stopped her.

“I need to go and help,” she said.

“You’re not helping. Sit the f**k down and wait.”

Arguing with him was not an option. Glancing around the table, Angel couldn’t see any available chairs free.

With one quick tug, Lash had her on his lap. She felt the hard ridge of his cock, and she tried her best to ignore it, even as heat filled her cheeks. There was no way for her to ignore Lash. He was too large, and from the feel of his shaft against her ass, he was big everywhere.

Two cups of coffee were placed in front of her. Angel recognised Tate, Tiny’s daughter, as she placed the cup in front of her. The younger woman rarely came to the club, but when she did the crew were always on their best behaviour. Tiny didn’t like bad shit happening around his girl. Tate was older than Angel by a couple of years.

“It’s nice to see one of the men treating you nice,” Tate said.

Angel smiled at her not knowing what to say. Tate was like her, thicker than the other girls in the club. Angel once heard that the men preferred thin women and hated old ladies who got fat.

If that was the case what was Lash doing with her?

She sat on his lap, and Lash grabbed a newspaper. Everything felt surreal to her. She was sat on Lash’s lap, reading a newspaper while being waited on.

“We got a lot of work to do today, boys. I expect you all to be out to the warehouse for our meeting. No women, no old ladies, only yourself and your bike,” Tiny said.

Fern walked back to the table, slamming down plates and glaring at her.

Angel stayed still not wanting to draw any unnecessary attention.

“Come on, man. When are we going to have a proper f**king party? I need to get laid by real sluts,” Butch said.

“Shut your mouth, Butch, otherwise I’ll make sure you don’t see any action for months,” Tiny said.

Angel saw him looking at his daughter as he spoke.

Butch’s mouth stayed closed while Tate placed food in front of Tiny and then moved back to the kitchen.

“Sorry.”

“When Tate’s here, you stay quiet.” Tiny spoke while cutting into his breakfast.

No member used his real name. She knew Tiny either picked names out, or members chose their own names. From what she heard, Tiny’s name was chosen by his late wife.

When Tate brought her breakfast through, she saw it was on one plate and was handed to Lash.

“I’m the one who gets to feed you.”

“Move,” Tate said. Angel turned to see the other woman was speaking to Nash.

“Why do I have to move?”

“Because I said.”

Lash chuckled. “Come on, brother, you know she’ll get what she wants.”

His brother moved leaving room for Tate to sit next to them. “It’s archaic making her eat from your fingers, Lash.”

“Only because you’ve never found a man strong enough to stand up to your father.”

“That’s the truth. None of these men will have the guts to stand up to Dad and make a play for me. In fact none of the men in Fort Wills will touch me.” Tate let out a sigh and started eating.

Angel stared at the other woman in sympathy.

“I’m sending a Prospect with Angel today. She needs new clothes, and I’ve not got the time to go with her,” Lash said, half-way through breakfast.

“I’ll go as well. I need new shoes,” Tate said, speaking up.

Around her people organised her day, and Angel was left no choice other than to do what they asked.

****

Lash stood with his brother and Tiny. They’d gone through the three Prospects they had and come to Prospect Steven. He was twenty years old, skinny but could fight. From what Lash knew of him, he was a good kid and loyal to the club.

“You’re on babysitting duty. Anything happens to the girls it’s on your head,” Tiny said.

He counted off some notes and handed them to Steven. Lash did the same.

“Whatever Tate wants, you get it her. I don’t want to hear her moaning or anything.” Tiny gave some more instructions and then left Steven to him.

Lash handed over plenty of cash. “I want good, designer shops. None of the shitty thrift stories they have. Make sure you take them to the mall out of town, and if you do, you pack your stuff. There’s plenty of action from other crews. If you see other tags you get out of there.”

“I’ve got it. Take the girls shopping, make sure they spend a shit load of cash, and keep them safe,” Steven said. “I’ll keep an eye on them. Both of them will be safe with me. I promise.”

“Good.” Lash slapped the Prospect on the shoulder and moved toward his woman. Angel was stood near the door, her arms folded while Tate did nothing but talk. Tate clearly liked his woman.

“Here comes trouble,” Tate said.

Angel looked, and he was caught in her green gaze. Going to her side, he pushed the hair from her face and looked down into her eyes. “You’re to have fun today. I’ve given the money to Steven, and I should be back this afternoon.”

“You don’t have to pay for anything.”

“My woman, my rules, Angel.” He pressed his lips against hers. “See you later, and be good.”

Before he left the club he made sure Steven knew to get her a cell phone. He wanted to be in touch with her at all times. Nash stayed silent behind him as he instructed Steven. There were only a few years between them as brothers.

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