Fallen Idols MC - Complete (32 page)

Axel joined me in orgasm, crying out as his seed spilled out of him before collapsing on top of me. He rolled to the side, sliding the condom off and into the trash beside the bed before pulling me into his side to snuggle.

No longer lost in mindless bliss, realization dawned that I just told Axel I love you for the first time. I cringed at the awful timing, hoping maybe he wouldn’t mention it or just think it was said in the heat of the moment.

“Paige?” he whispered in my ear. I peered up and looked at him through my lashes. He placed a soft kiss on my lips. “I love you, too.”

FOUR

AXEL

My phone buzzed with a text message from Ace with only one word: “Church.”

I rolled out of bed, placin’ a soft kiss on Paige’s sweet lips while she slept, and hopped in the shower. Twenty minutes later, I pulled my FatBoy into Raven’s Nest. It was barely nine in the morning, and you could tell by the hung over, glassy eyes of everyone there, that no one was ready for this meeting today.

“Who in God’s name called a meeting this early?” Ryder asked, slipping his sunglasses on. “Cause if I find out, I’m going to need to kick their ass.” He looked the worst out of everyone. Ever since he stopped seeing Sawyer, he was traveling down old paths. No one knew what happened between them. He wouldn’t talk about it. Not even to me. All I knew was that he had another week of drinking himself stupid before I stepped in. 

“I second that,” I groaned, wishin’ I’d stopped for coffee. Paige and I had gotten up awfully early, and after my late night, I was runnin’ on barely three hours sleep.

“This can’t be more Rocco shit, can it?” Ryder asked, eyeing the dried blood still on the floor.

I shrugged. “At this point, bro, nothing would surprise me.”

As we headed toward the back room, I noticed the prospects sitting at the bar. Blaze was leaning against it with his eyes closed, while Cruz was practically lying on top of it, snoring. I chuckled, swatting him on the back of the head, and startling him awake.

“Late night, kid?” I teased. “That pretty girlfriend of yours keepin’ you up late?”

Cruz looked down, his face turning a bright shade of red. “Something like that,” he muttered.

“Well, just keep your ass off of the bar. We eat there, ya know.”

He slipped down, yawning. “Sorry.”

The kid seemed nice enough, but I still got this feeling like there was somethin’ he wasn’t saying. My gut said he was keeping from us, especially after showin’ up at Paige’s that night out of the blue. It felt strange to me that he was the only one there the Almas didn’t touch. Not a scratch. Why would they not kick the ever livin’ shit out of him like they did Blaze? No, something about that whole night with him didn’t sit right with me. And, after Rocco, my trust was reserved these days.

I took my seat next to Pops, needing a toothpick to keep my eyes propped open, I was so tired.

“Alright,” Rogue grumbled. “I know it’s early, but some shit couldn’t wait. Let’s do this, so I can get back to Maya, and back to my bed.”  A few of the guys whistled at the implication, making Trista narrow her eyes at them. I wouldn’t want to think about my parents fuckin’ either.  “First order of business, we need to consider patching in our prospects. Anyone want to weigh in on the matter? Lay it out now.”

I cleared my throat. “Yeah, I got some concerns about Cruz. Somethin’ don’t sit right with that kid. I feel like he’s hidin’ shit.”

Ryder’s head popped up at my statement, while Trista lowered hers, not meeting my eyes.

“I talked to him about being at Paige’s house,” Ryder explained. “He swears Blaze called him and told him to go.”

I eyed Trista. “Well?”

She let out a breath. “He doesn’t remember calling or needing the kid there, but that concussion was nasty. I guess he could have, but there’s no way to know for sure.”

I crossed my arms over my chest, still not convinced.

“Well, why’d they leave him alone, but not Blaze?”

Ryder shrugged. “He says he’d just gotten there. Blaze was already out cold.” He paused, sighing. “I get where you’re coming from, but he’s a good kid. I vouch for him.”

“Does anyone else have any concerns with Cruz?” Rogue asked.

No one spoke up. I squeezed my eyes, rubbing the heels of my hands over them. “Shit. I don’t know. Maybe it ‘s all in my head, and I’m paranoid after everything that’s happened.”

“What about Blaze? Anyone have any issues they want to voice?” Around the room, heads were shaking. “Alright, then. We vote. All in favor of patching in Blaze, say ‘aye’”

The vote was unanimous.

“And Cruz?”

Once again, everyone agreed. When the vote came to me, I hesitated, feeling the weight of Ryder’s stare. I wanted to trust the kid, but something ate at me. After a pause, I answered.

“Aye. But let me just say that I’ll be the first to rip that patch to shreds if I find out he’s lying to me, or had anything to do with hurtin’ my girl.”

Ryder gulped and nodded before Rogue continued.  “Alright! Go bring them in, and tell them the good news!”

Ace stood, opening the door and whistling like he was calling a dog. “Yo! Let’s go, you two!”

Blaze and Cruz wandered in, looking confused.

“Take those vests off, boys!” Rogue yelled, balling his fists. Both of their eyes went wide. I covered my mouth to hide my snicker. They thought they were in trouble.

“Did… did we do something wrong?” Cruz asked.

“Fuck yeah you did,” Rev answered in a growl. He was gonna fuck with them. I could see Trista tryin’ hard to keep a straight face too. “You boys ain’t fit to be wearing those vests anymore. Neither of you. Not after last night. And definitely not after what we decided this morning.”

Blaze’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard. “But we didn’t…”

Trista burst out laughing, and the gig was up. Everyone else started laughing too, not able to take it anymore.

“You’re in!” she announced, throwing her arms around Blaze. “Ace, get these two their new patches!”

Both Cruz and Blaze broke out in huge smiles, letting out sighs of relief. “You scared the shit out of me!” Blaze said. “I am so going to make you pay for that later,” he half-whispered in Trista’s ear.

“You promise?” she winked.

“Alright, alright!” Rogue roared above the fray. “Enough. We celebrate later. Blaze, you keep that shit to yourself. She’s my daughter, for fuck’s sake.”

Blaze lowered his head, apparently having forgotten in all the excitement. “Sorry, Rogue. But I guess this means the cat’s outta the bag?”

“About you and my daughter? Well, hell, I might be old, but I ain’t blind.”

Blaze held out a hand and Rogue shook it adding one more thing. “You hurt her and I’ll kill you. I’ve got lots of bodies buried in places no one will ever look.”

The room grew quiet; everyone knew he wasn’t kidding. Blaze just nodded.

“Well then, we have a few more items to go over,” Rogue continued. “Pops? You wanna take the floor?”

Pops took another sip of his coffee before leaning hard on the table and standing. “You all know this club is my life. Rogue and I started this MC, and it and you all have been my home for the last thirty odd years. But, for now, it’s time I took a less active roll. I’m stepping down as Sargent at Arms.”

My eyes snapped to him, and my jaw practically hit the fuckin’ floor. He never even gave me an indication that he was thinking about stepping down so soon. I mean, I knew it was coming eventually, but I didn’t think it would be today.

“Pops? Are you sure? You still have—”

“I’m sure, son. With the arthritis in my knees gettin’ worse, and all the shit that’s gone down…it’s time. I’m not leaving the MC. I’m just taking a step back.”

I didn’t know what to say.

“And since I’m stepping down,” he continued. “We’re going to need someone to fill my role. So I’d like to nominate my son, Axel.”

“Second that,” Trista said, winking at me.

“All in favor?” Rogue asked.

“Aye!” the room chorused.

What the fuck just happened?

FIVE

PAIGE

I walked to my car with an extra pep in my step this morning, thanks to Axel. If someone would have told me three months ago that I would be head over heels in love with a bad ass, ex-con biker, I would have suggested they up the dosage on their psych meds. But now, I couldn’t imagine my life without him.

I placed my car in drive and headed to the hospital to visit Gina. After almost two weeks in the hospital, she was set to be released today. That bastard Chubs and his friends really did a number on her. She had a broken arm, three broken ribs, a punctured lung, and a concussion so severe the doctors were initially talking about opening up her skull to relieve the pressure on her brain. Thank God it didn’t come to that, but she was in bad shape when we finally got her to the hospital.

I stepped out of the elevator on Gina’s floor, smiling at the nurses as I passed by. I was starting to learn some of their names because I had visited so much. Just as I made it to Gina’s room, a man in a suit walked out. I stared at him as he passed by me, a smug smirk on his face.

“Gina?” I asked, stepping inside her room. I could hear her sniffling, and as I pulled the curtain back, she was wiping her eyes. “Are you okay? Who was that guy that just left?”

Gina’s bottom lip quivered. “Everything got so fucked up, Paige. I don’t even know how it happened. And now… now, I don’t know how to dig myself out of this hole.”

She blew her nose. “I’m so sorry, Paige. Please, you have to know that I never meant for any of this to happen.”

I took three big steps toward her, pulling her hands into my own. “Gina, sweetie. What are you talking about? What happened? Who was that guy?”

Promise you won’t be mad?” she whispered, keeping her head down as she tore her tissue into tiny shreds. That was her tell. Her “I fucked up bad” tell she’s always had.

“I think you’re going to need to start at the beginning.”

She sniffled. “You’re probably right. But not here. We need to go to the Fallen Idols headquarters.”

My brow furrowed. “Raven’s Nest? Why? What does this have to do with them?”

Gina eyes rose, meeting my own. “Everything.”

She wiped her nose and took a deep breath. “That was Victor Velasquez. He’s an FBI agent. And he’s the reason so much shit has gone down the last few months.”

***

Axel met us at the clubhouse as soon as Gina was discharged that afternoon. She hadn’t talked much since her initial bombshell. Instead, she was very pensive, looking off into the horizon as she bit her fingernails. During the drive, she wouldn’t say anything, instead staring out the window the entire trip.

Now, sitting around a table sticky with spilled beer, Axel, that scary girl, Trista, her boyfriend or whatever, Blaze, Ryder—who still looked drunk from the night before, and a few others I recognized but forgot their names waited for Gina to explain what in the world was going on.

“Gina?” I prompted, as everyone’s eyes bore holes into her, their patience wearing thin.

She pushed the chair back a bit away from the table, drew her legs up, and hugged her knees. “Okay. I’m going to start at the beginning. As most of you know, I was an Old Lady over at Las Almas. I was with Chubs. Well, after several years of being his punching bag, I was ready to get out. Only, the Almas don’t play nice and Chubs wouldn’t let me just leave. They have cops on the payroll, so I couldn’t even go and get help or a restraining order or anything.

“One night, when I was walking out of the club, crying with another black eye, this guy came out of the shadows and approached me. He said he was an FBI agent and was willing to help me get out, willing to help make sure Chubs was put away for good where he couldn’t hurt me anymore. All I had to do was just give him some information.  That’s it. He just wanted me to tell him what I knew.”

Trista shot out of her seat, storming up to Gina, and shoving her finger in her face. “It was you. You’re our fuckin’ rat, aren’t you? You’re the reason the Feds have been sniffing around again. You fucking bitch. You brought this to my house!”

I jumped up to break them up, not really sure even if I could. Trista towered over tiny Gina, who was shaking like a leaf. Ryder came back in into the room at hearing the commotion, eyeing everyone, but saying off to the side.

“Please, just give her a chance to explain. Okay? She came here on her own to try to help you guys out. And after her last experience with an MC, that was not an easy thing to do. So, give her a break and let her explain. Okay?”

Trista didn’t move at first, but after several tense moments, she finally backed away.

“Whatever she has to say better be the fucking truth, and it better be useful to help us get rid of him once and for all.”

Gina shrank back in her seat, nodding, and I returned to mine. Axel grabbed my hand, giving it a tiny squeeze. It reassured me to know he was still on my side, even if no one else was.

“Go ahead, Gina,” I prompted. “Finish your story.”

Gina drew a deep breath, and continued. “I knew talking to the Feds was risky, but at that point, staying with Chubs was worse. He was going to kill me. His temper was getting shorter, and he was getting more and more violent. It was only a matter of time. I was desperate, so I agreed.  I met with the FBI agent over the next month, and told him everything that I knew about Chubs and the Las Almas.”

She squirmed in her seat, and glanced over at me. Her eyes were full of sorrow, and I worried about whatever she had to say next. My eyes scanned the room, and everyone looked very tense. Angry. It made me extremely nervous for whatever she was going to say next. .

“At first, it wasn’t bad. He just wanted to know about who the dirty cops were, and what kind of illegal things I knew was going on. And he started out holding up his end of the deal, too. He got the restraining order pushed through. He kept my name out of things when he busted a few of their sales. I honestly thought I was doing the right thing.”

She started crying again.

“So, what the fuck does this have to do with my MC?” Trista asked, crossing her arms over her chest. She was about two minutes away from pulling out her gun; I just knew it.

Axel held up a hand. “Give her a minute, Tris, would ya?”

Trista rolled her eyes. “This is a waste of my fuckin’ time. If you don’t have dirt we can use on him, or at least something relevant to the Idols, then get the fuck out of here.”

“I’m sorry. I just really want you all to understand,” Gina whimpered. “I need you to understand.”

“Just get the fuck on with it!” Trista exploded.

Gina winced, but continued. “Velasquez found out that Paige was seeing Axel. He demanded that I not only turn on the Las Almas MC, but then he wanted information on the Fallen Idols too.”

A fist pounded on the table, knocking over Gina’s water glass. Several others balled their fists and low grumbles and curses echoed off the walls.

What the fuck did Gina get herself into? I looked around at the angry eyes. The saying, if looks could kill, popped into my head because I knew what these people were capable of. They owed Gina nothing, and panic rose inside of me. I looked to Axel, hoping and praying he would keep the peace, because I swore to God, Trista looked like she was about to lunge across the table and rip Gina to tiny shreds.

“I told him over and over that I didn’t know anything, that I’d never even been to the clubhouse or met most of the members, but he didn’t care. He said if I didn’t start giving him something he could use to take you guys down, he’d not only bust me for the pot he found in my car, but he’d also see to it that my protection from Chubs went away. It was not even a week later that Chubs found me and threatened me again.”

“And you came here? You stupid asshole. You might as well put a sign on the fucking building letting Velasquez know you’re here.”

“Trista!” Axel barked. “Please.” He turned to Gina, the muscles in his arms and chest tightened. “Is he the reason Chubs made bail, Gina?”

Gina nodded. “Yes. Velasquez found me and said, ‘See? This is what happens when the well of information dries up. Other wells dry too. Like the ones keeping Chubs behind bars. I can’t help you, if you won’t help me.’”

“That mother fucker!” Axel growled. “He purposefully put you in harms way, put Paige in danger, to advance his career?”

Trista pushed back from her chair, knocking it to the floor. She paced back and forth, running a stiff hand through her hair.

“Why was he there today, Gina?” I asked, squeezing her hand reassuringly.

She turned to me. “He wanted to apologize. He said he never thought Chubs would go this far.”

“That’s all?”

She shook her head. “No. And that’s why I wanted you all here. So, you could figure out what to do next.”

Ryder rolled his eyes. “You guys are really buying this shit? We don’t know her. We can’t trust what’s she’s saying. Trust me, I learned the hard way. People lie. If I were you, I’d demand proof.”

Axel sighed. “Ryder, you’re just takin’ your own shit out on this girl.”

Ryder’s teeth ground as his eyes bore into Gina. “If she held back the truth once, there’s nothing to stop her from doing it now. And trust me, this isn’t about Sawyer. I’m done wasting my energy on that bitch.” He stood suddenly, knocking his chair over. “I’m not listening to any more. You guys do whatever the fuck you want.”

He tried to storm away, stumbling a bit. Once the front door slammed shut, Axel turned back to us.

“Just ignore him. He’s got his own shit goin’ on. Go on, Gina. What were you going to say?”

All eyes focused on Gina.

“When I was alone with Chubs, while the others were beating up Blaze, he whispered something to me. He said, ‘You think he’ll protect you but he won’t. Not now. Not after everything I know, and everything
I’m
telling him. He needed a bigger fish, and now he’s done with you. He tossed you back to me, Gina. And now I can do whatever I want to you, because he doesn’t need you anymore. You’re all mine’.”

The room was silent as they took in what Gina said.

“I can’t believe it,” Trista muttered. “Chubs turned rat for the Feds.” She stopped pacing, and a menacing smile spread across her face “That’s it! That’s how we’re going to get them all.” She smacked her hand on the table. “I have a plan. I know how we’re going to take down Velasquez and the Almas. All thanks to my girls, Gina and Paige, here!”