Broken Angels MC Book 3

MEGAN

Twelve years ago, I walked away from the man I loved. I left him for a Motorcycle Club President. I was with Venom even while I was with Eliot. In fact, I was with Venom before Eliot and I were even an item.

I craved the status that came with being with someone like Venom. Sure, Eliot was destined to be an Enforcer someday, but he had his heart set on joining the Marines before committing to the club.

I was proud of him, but I wondered how I’d earn respect from the club if he didn’t join immediately. Plus, I knew I’d get more respect being with Venom’s club.

I sleep with whoever I want, and I practically run this club. Venom doesn’t see it yet, but his reign is about to end, and I’m ready to take the reins.

Twelve years ago, I had Eliot’s child. He doesn’t know about it, and I plan to use our child as leverage to get what I want.

Eliot will be thrilled to see me again. He’ll fall right back into my arms, and together, we’ll rule this club.

He’ll be my King, and I’ll be his Queen. Just as it was always meant to be. I’ve been plotting this for years!

Initially, I was content with the respect that came from being with Venom, but then I wanted more. I had his children because he wanted them, and I knew it would give me an advantage if I ever decided to leave.

You never take a biker’s kids away. I planned to cooperate with him and get what I wanted while he got the kids. God knows I don’t want them.

“Get up, boy!” I bark at my eldest son. “We need to talk.” He jumps up like a well-trained dog, standing at attention with his head bowed and hands behind his back.

I can’t stand to look at him. He’s too much like Eliot. You’d think that since I love his father so much, I’d want to gaze at the kid all day, but I don’t.

He ruined my body and my prime partying years. “Unless you want a punishment.” We both know he doesn’t want those punishments. They never end well for him.

“Yes, ma’am,” he responds softly.

“Get dressed and wait for me. I have something to take care of before we leave.” I slam his door shut and lock it. “Make sure he does as he’s told.”

I get a nod from the prospect I’ve been sleeping with recently. He’s good in bed, and I know he’ll do whatever I ask. I head toward Venom’s office and let myself in.

He looks up and grins at me. Poor, unsuspecting man. He has no idea he’s going to die today.

“Hey, sweetheart. How are the kids today? I thought about taking them out for some fun,” he says.

“They’re fine. Morgan’s not feeling well. He won’t be going anywhere,” I tell him. He can’t take my key to Eliot’s heart again. Everything will fall apart if I don’t have Morgan with me.

He’s the one who will bring us back together. I need the kid. He’s my ticket to the heart of the man I love, and I’ll use it.

“You’ve kept him locked in that room since he was born, Megan. I’ve tried to get him out, but there’s always something wrong with him.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you didn’t want anything to do with him. He’s a good kid that you treat like a burden. Give him to his father so he can have a decent life.

“Hell, let me take care of him. You’re not cut out to be a mother, and you never will be.” He’s right, but I’ll never admit that. I’ll pretend to be a mother in front of Eliot. That’s who I really want.

I just needed to get on Venom’s good side so I could take his club from him and rule it with Eliot.

“You don’t know that. He’s sick. He’s been unwell lately. I’m taking him to the doctor later today. I love my son and my daughters with all my heart.

“How could you say something like that to me?” The guilt trip always works.

“I’m sorry, babe. I’ve had a stressful day. I know you love the kids. I’m sorry. Come here and give me some love,” he says. I knew it would work. It always does.

I saunter over to him, adding an extra sway to my hips. He is good in bed. He has a nice cock. Thick and long.

He pushes back his chair and starts rubbing his cock through his jeans.

“Oh, baby. You know what that does to me,” I purr. I drop to my knees as soon as I reach him. In no time, I have his belt undone, button unsnapped, and his zipper down.

I reach into his pants and pull out his cock, before taking it into my mouth.

“Megan. Yeah, baby. Right there.” He stands up and places his hands on the back of my head. He thinks he’s in control, but he doesn’t realize that I’m the one pulling the strings.

Still, I love it when he loses control and fucks my face. His hands tighten in my hair, and he starts thrusting his hips back and forth, faster and faster.

I’m gagging and choking on his cock, and I love it, but he loves it more. My nose reaches his pelvis, and he blows his load down my eager throat.

He’s amazing at sex. “Get up here and sit on my cock.”

I slide my hand up his body, stealthily snatching his gun. He hikes up my skirt and I sink down onto him. “Oh, fuck!”

Just because I’m about to end his life doesn’t mean I can’t savor the feel of him inside me one last time. I quicken my pace, riding him harder. He lifts me, then slams me back down onto him.

A few more strokes and I’m spiraling into my climax. A few thrusts later, he’s following me over the edge.

As he’s lost in the throes of ecstasy, I seize the opportunity. I take the butt of the gun and strike his temple, killing him instantly. I’ve done my research on where to hit someone in the temple to ensure a quick death.

I couldn’t risk firing the gun—the noise would attract unwanted attention. I may have a few loyal followers, but none of them are in the executive ranks.

I hurry out of the office, heading straight for Morgan’s room. It’s time to reclaim what’s been rightfully mine for the past twelve years.