Free The Skulls by Sam Crescent Page B

her head, but all the time she
couldn’t help but doubt it. Her father was still trying to gain back the money
he’d lost, and until he’d done that, she was The Skulls’ property.
    They walked together as they got massaged and
pampered. Angel loved her company and couldn’t believe they’d never been
friends before now. Tate was a little older than she was, and they did come
from two different backgrounds.
    “I heard about how your mother died. I’m really
sorry you lost your Mom. It sucks,” Tate said, pulling Angel out of her
thoughts.
    Tears filled her eyes as she thought about her
mother. “She was really sick. I hate to say it, but I’m pleased she passed when
she did. She was always in so much pain and tried not to show it. Mom was
strong. She would have kicked Dad’s ass if she knew what he’d gotten himself
into.”
    “My Dad has never been the same since Mom died. He
hired a nanny, and she stays around but he’s never taken another woman. I
imagine he fucks women at the club, but he doesn’t bring anyone home.”
    Angel winced at her language.
    “You do that a lot, you know?” Tate said.
    “Huh? What?”
    “When I say certain words you wince, and your face
gets all scrunched up.” Tate flicked her hand in the air. “If you’re going to
be Lash’s woman you’ve got to learn to talk the talk and handle all the shit in
between. It’s the only way it’ll happen.”
    They grew silent as their masseuses entered the
room. Two well-built men with large muscles came toward them. Angel’s heart-rate
picked up.
    “Do you think Lash and Tiny have any idea?” Angel
asked.
    “Nope, and I’m going to enjoy this while I can.”
    During the whole of the massage Angel couldn’t get
comfortable. She remained tense every time the guy touched her.
    “Anyway, what was I saying, to be part of the club
you need to stick up for yourself. Lash is not going
to be by your side forever, and the bitches will descend. The old ladies will
look out for you, though. We’re all in a tight knit group, but they’ll not be
around all the time.”
    Angel opened her eyes to see Tate staring at her.
    “I can’t get comfortable.” Angel mouthed the words
at Tate and did her best not to look at the guy trying to massage her.
    “I’ve got it covered.” Tate leaned forward and
started typing buttons into her cell.
    “What are you doing?” Angel asked.
    “Seeing how far Lash’s protective streak goes.” The
cell phone was placed on the floor.
    Angel remained tense while the man tried to work her
muscles.
    “You need to relax, and let me help you. You’re too
tense,” the man said.
    ****
    “Fuck, you’ve got to be kidding me,” Lash said. The
rest of the club looked at him as he slammed his cell phone down on the table.
    “Do we even want to know what has got your panties
in a twist?” Nash asked. He had Kate sat in his lap, and Lash watched the two
with disgust. Kate had been with most of the crew, and still his brother was
tapping it.
    Tiny looked up from the paperwork he was working
through. “Is there a problem?”
    “Yeah, there’s a fucking problem. Since when did the
salon hire big, sexy men?” Lash asked, growling each word out.
    “Do you need to tell us something, brother? Have you
gone to the other side without telling us?” Nash joked making some of the men
laugh.
    Rolling his eyes he showed Nash the picture message
Tate had sent him. He whistled, and in no time at all the cell phone got to
Tiny.
    “Those bastards are touching my daughter. Lash, save
your woman, and get Steven to take over. I’d rather have a guy I know I can
control massaging my daughter than those bastards.”
    Nash was laughing at him.
    “Go and run after your chick,” Nash said.
    Going to his brother, Lash pulled him up by his arm.
    “Hey, what are you doing?”
    “If Steven’s taking over from the big guy, then
you’re taking over from Steven.”
    Lash got the last laugh, and together they left the
club. Kate’s