Abandoned Angel (10 page)

Angelina had not noticed the bikers that walked up behind her until one of them sat on the log next to her. Her heartbeat sped up as he placed his hand on her knee and slid it up so that his pinky rested an inch or so from her crotch. He had “M E A T” tattooed under his knuckles in blue ink. Although his dark hair looked clean, his hands were dirty and she desperately wanted them off her. Another man, skinnier than the first, and obviously heavily drunk, sat on the other side of her, trapping her between the two of them. He pressed his legs up close to hers, locking her in place. The man smelled of a mix between liquor and sweat. Unlike the other biker, not only was his hands dirty, but so was his clothes, his nearly bald head, and his unshaven face. Of the two, he disgusted her the most.

“Well, you are a pretty thing aren’t you,” he slurred as he ran the back of his rough hand against her bruised cheek.

Angelina nervously pulled away, although she stayed seated. His hair
was shaved
so close to his scalp that he looked bald, even though he wasn’t. Angelina could see a touch of sunburn showing through. His thick goatee scratched her delicate face as he brushed up against her. His hot breath appalled the woman. Angelina stiffened. She knew Blaze was angry, and wondered if he had decided he would share her after all. The thought made her cringe in disgust, as panic filled her head. Her buzz was gone, just like that. Angelina considered pushing their hands off her body, but did not know if that would make things worse. So far, they hadn’t gone too far, and she hoped it stayed that way. She had seen, first hand, how the men in the club owned the women, and she did not want to stir things up. The darker skinned man, who had sat down next to her first, still had his hand grazing cautiously close to her crotch. He was in the process of moving his free hand toward her breasts when Blaze walked up. He stopped in mid action as Blaze spoke.

“What’s up Jose?” Blaze asked with a controlled casualness.

“Not much man, what’s up with you Blaze?” answered the Hispanic man, unconcerned.

His Hispanic accent was strong, as he drew out the word
Blaaaze
.

Jose continued; “
Gonna
get me some ass tonight,” he grinned, a sly grin, thinking that there would not be any interference from Blaze. He was accustomed to the club sharing the property.

Angelina looked into Blaze’s hard eyes, pleading with him to intervene. She messed up and knew it. She was sorry for that. The woman was extremely grateful when Blaze continued.

“That’s my bitch Jose,” Blaze stated, “and I don’t share.”

Blaze remained calm and in control. His demeanor was not of a man who wanted to fight, but of one who was setting the record straight. The filthy man on her right removed his hand from her knee. He scooted away from Angelina after Blaze made it clear that she was his property - no argument. He was no longer leg-to-leg with Angelina. Jose, on the other hand, was determined to have sex, and didn’t back down. He knew there was not a relationship between Angelina and Blaze. The cocky son of a bitch had just hooked up with the whore earlier that day. This made her club property, Jose was sure of it.

“No
maaan
, she’s club property,” he stated as he stood, preparing to unzip his jeans. “And I’m getting some of that tight ass tonight.” He was too drunk to grasp the fact that Blaze was not going to let that happen.

“How about you Butch?
You
gettin
some of this tonight?”

Jose leered as he reached over Angelina’s head and slapped hands with the heavyset man. Angelina had not realized there was someone behind her until then. Butch's size surprised her. From down on the log, the man looked as if he towered over everyone. He wore a blue tee shirt with the words “Harley Davidson” written across the front of it. The sleeves had previously been trimmed, halfway down his biceps, showing his markings. Had he been more muscular and less fat, the look would have favored the muscles.

“Oh, I sure am,” stated Butch as he grabbed the woman’s head from behind and made humping motions against the back of her skull. He amused himself, laughing at the action.

Blaze was not amused. Angelina was horrified.

“Me and the bitch are
gonna
have some fun tonight,” Butch laughed, his belly shaking as he did so.

With one abrupt motion, Blaze punched the overzealous, large man, square in the face, surprising everyone around. Butch let out a sharp yelp and fell to the ground, grabbing his nose on the way down. His heavy body hit hard, with a loud thud. Blood splattered down his shirt, getting lost in the dark material. The blood also splattered onto Angelina’s shoulders. She turned and watched, in horror, as he rocked back and forth on the hard ground. The blood quickly filled his hands and ran between his thick fingers.

“Fuck!” he squelched. “You broke my fucking nose!” In an instant Butch felt sobered.

Angelina and the skinny drunk biker that remained next to her stood as if on cue. He was shaky on his feet, and obviously threatened by Blaze. Agitated by the situation, it was difficult for Angelina to stand still. The startled woman was afraid of what the outcome would be.

“What the hell did you do that for?” Jose asked, speaking to Blaze in English, and then swearing in his native tongue. Although moments before he looked as if he were struggling to keep his tired eyes opened, he was much more alert now.

“I told you, I don’t share.” Blaze replied, deliberately speaking slowly and in control. “She’s mine.”

Angelina stepped behind Blaze, reiterating the “she’s mine” part. She was seriously afraid of becoming the property of the other men in the group. It was obvious that Blaze had not kept to the code when it came to her, and she was extremely appreciative for that, and ready to tell him so.

The bony man who had walked up with Jose took a step back. He was willing to resign to the fact that he would not have that particular woman. He was drunk, not stupid, and he would just wait for another bitch to give it up. He stepped over the log and bent down as he tried to help his heavy friend to his feet. His friend’s nose drizzled blood.

Jose, on the other hand, was not willing to give up quite so easily. His hormones were racing and the thought of grabbing hold of Angelina’s tits caused him to tighten in his pants.

“And I told you I’m
gitting
some of that ass.” Jose stated, as he stepped towards Angelina intending to grab her arm. His accent grew stronger, causing him to mispronounce his words.

“You don’t want to do that Jose.” Blaze warned as he knocked the man’s arm down with a hard, swift motion.

Blaze’s stance was now bold and strong. Although he hadn’t raised his hands into the typical fighting stance, he was ready to fight. This was easy to see. Blaze remained composed, while staying relaxed. Angelina remembered the karate emblem that he wore around his neck and hoped that he was a good fighter. She stood closer to him.

“I
ain’t
got no issues with you man,” Jose cautiously stated, trying to get him to understand. “But I
ain’t
had new pussy in a long time and I intend to have some tonight.”

The cold glare which steamed from his dark eyes was intended to be intimidating, but Blaze did not back down. He was well aware of Jose’s capabilities as a fighter, and although he held his own, he would not be a problem for Blaze, at least not one on one.

“Get it somewhere else Jose,” warned Blaze, he would do his best to avoid a fight. “I told you this bitch is mine, and I don’t share.”

Angelina’s pulse raced. Her eyes, wide with fear, shifted from biker to biker, looking for an escape route, in case she was to need one. She caught Doc’s expression. He was alert and on guard. He would back Blaze up if the need arose. A group, who had gathered by a nearby tent to have their own party, stood still, watching to see what would happen. The cook headed over to see what had caused the commotion. Other than that, no one really seemed to care about what was going on, assuming it was just a drunken fight. Doc remained where he was, but his eyes focused intently on Butch, Jose and Blaze. He knew that if the situation got out of hand, Angelina wasn’t the only one who would be in danger. He sent a warning glance to Blaze as Butch, pretty well covered with blood, reached for a blade tacked to the lower part of his chaps. With one hand holding his broken nose, and the other clenching the short blade, he leaped forward towards Blaze. He was slow and off balance in his wasted state. With a rapid maneuver, Blaze pushed Angelina out of the way and side stepped the sharp blade just in time to grab Butch’s wrist directly below the blade. Blaze then twisted the man’s bloodied hand behind his back and forced him to his knees. Butch yelled out in pain as Blaze continued to force his face closer to the ground by pulling his arm up farther behind his back. Doc laughed as Blaze snatched the blade from Butch's hand and released him. He couldn’t help himself; he was amused and impressed by the ease in which Blaze handled the bigger man. As Butch tried to raise himself back to his feet, Blaze kicked him from behind; just hard enough to knock him back down without doing any real harm. There was no need for the fight to escalate. Butch landed face down in the dirt, swearing as he did so. Those who were watching laughed at the clumsy way Butch handled himself.

“Looks like you can’t handle your liquor Butch,” hollered Doc half-heartedly, trying to lighten the mood.

Butch
was helped
to his feet once again, almost losing his balance half way up. He was beat and knew it. Cookie handed him a beer as he sauntered away with the help of his friend. Blood smeared across his face and hands. His defeat embarrassed him but he would be able to blame it on the booze and save face with the other bikers. He knew there was no reason to continue with the fight, at least not at the moment. That would only embarrass him more. Butch was done.

Angelina stood in awe as she watched Blaze remove the knife from Butch’s tight grip. Even though the hefty man was much larger than Blaze, Blaze had handled him effortlessly, without breaking a sweat. Where Butch was clumsy and slow, Blaze had been quick and smooth with his motion - impressive by all accounts. She hadn’t expected that from him, though really, she hadn’t known what to expect. In awe of Blaze, Angelina was relieved to have him on her side.

Jose seemed surprised as well. He was still processing what had happened with Butch. One moment he was there, strong and sturdy, and the next down, in the dirt. Shock remained pinned across his face. Blaze returned to his relaxed, though guarded stance, ready to take him on as well. Jose hesitated for a moment, glanced at Angelina and suddenly grinned. He wanted the woman, but not enough to take a beating for her.

“Ok man, I
git
it, you don’t share.” He shook his head and laughed, a bit nervously.

“But damn, when you
git
bored with her, I’m the first one on that bitch,” he stated, accent trailing.

“It’s a deal,” agreed Blaze as he grabbed Angelina’s ass. She jumped with surprise.

“As soon as I’m done with her it’s your turn.” His tone became harsh again, as he continued; making sure Jose understood the rules. “But you touch her before then and I kill you - get it?” he asked as he dropped his chin slightly and raised his eyebrows for affect.

“Yeah, yeah man, I
git
it,” stated Jose, not at all liking the agreement, but deeming it necessary. His accent seemed to grow stronger as the night progressed.

“I
git
it, chill man,” he continued.

After Jose walked away Angelina slowly sat herself back down on the log, her heartbeat still racing. She had been both surprised, and shaken by the incident. She was relieved that Blaze had rescued her. The understanding of what she had gotten herself into cut her to the core. If she had taken a ride with any of the other men, he would own her, and so would everyone he chose to share her
with
. This was not a game, it was their way of life, and Rusty had pushed her into it. She hated him for that. Angelina did not understand why Blaze was protecting her, but clearly, he was. His protection brought her a sense of relief, small as it was. It also put her in a bit of a state of awe towards Blaze, impressed by how he handled the encounter.

Doc sauntered up with a couple of cold beers balanced in his matured, strong hands. He handed Angelina one of the cans.

“Take a drink, this will calm your nerves babe,” he stated. “It looks like you can use it.” She appeared outwardly frightened.

The appreciative woman smiled gratefully, savoring the cold alcohol as it ran down her throat. Doc said nothing to Blaze as he handed him his beer. He said nothing aloud anyway. It seemed to Angelina that the two of them had full conversations with a simple look. She was well aware that the look Doc currently gave Blaze told him it was
not over
. She suspected Blaze already knew that though. Doc walked away as Blaze sat next to Angelina on the stiff log. His voice was softer than she had remembered. She appreciated his kindness.

“You ok Angel?” he asked as he placed his right hand on hers. Angelina turned to the side and looked at him.

“If I had gone with Spike, they would all own me wouldn’t they?” she quietly asked, already knowing the answer. She needed to hear him confirm it though.

“Yes, they would Angelina. It’s the way of the club.” Blaze was blunt and honest with his answer. “But you didn’t go with Spike, you came with me,” he assured her with a friendly smile.