Free White Lies (Blood Brothers MC Book 1) by Amy Love Page B

lie?
     
    “Noel!”
     
    Kane slammed his fist into the wall, and Noel’s eyes focused on him with a smile.
     
    “Not the best time, Kid,” Noel said as he tried to catch his breath. He pushed the kneeling girl’s mouth closer to his cock and lazily stroked her hair. Angeline hadn’t given him every detail; he didn’t stop to listen. But had he done this to her, too? Had he used her like a common whore? The girl’s red hair morphed into Angeline’s brown curls, and Kane felt as if he travelled back in time, that he was actually seeing his Angel forced into acts that she would never have agreed to were it not for the lie. Angeline had never used the word. Maybe she was too scared to speak it, think it. But there was no other term for what Noel had done.
     
    Rape.
     
    “Party’s over!” Kane bellowed. His harsh voice and harsher hands eased the girl away from Noel. Somehow still thinking that it was actually Angeline, Kane was stunned to see the sunken cheeks and dark eyes of a stranger. Twisting his head back to the present moment, Kane started to speak when Noel’s girl slapped his face.
     
    “You owe me fifty bucks!” she hissed.
     
    Furious and confused, Kane started to reach into his pocket when Noel’s laughter pierced his brain.
     
    “And someone owes me a hummer,” Noel smirked as he stood and hitched up his jeans. Waving a bill in the air, he nearly handed it to the redhead when he offered the bill to Kane.
     
    “Or did all that time in the joint turn you into some kind of a fag?” Noel asked.
     
    Seeing only Angeline, Kane formed a fist and smashed it into Noel’s smug face.
     
    “Yo! What the fuck?”
     
    As Noel fell back against his desk amidst the red head’s shrieks, Kane heard nothing, saw nothing as he rained blow after blow on Noel’s face. On the third strike, Noel’s lip split open, and Kane felt his former friend’s blood trickling though his fingers. Fighting past the slick warmth, Kane tried to land another punch when Noel sprang to sudden life.
     
    “Garbage eating piece of shit!” Noel screamed.
     
    Before Kane could spit out a comeback, Noel drove him through the filmy door, and Kane was on the ground.
     
    “Knock it off, Noel,” Ben said. “He’s just blowing off steam and—”
     
    “Is that right?” Noel asked. “Is that why you’re making like a bitch?”
     
    Kane struggled to catch his breath as Noel hovered over him. Lowering his eyes, Kane’s eyes went cold, ready for the kill.
     
    “I saw Angeline tonight,” Kane muttered.
     
    Through a narrow gaze, Kane watched the words sink in. Almost thinking that he saw worry on his mentor’s face, Kane lifted his body on his elbows and waited for Noel’s side of the story. Maybe Noel was right all along. Could he really trust her?
     
    “Yeah?” Noel challenged. “Well I saw her earlier. She came sniffing around here. For me.”
     
    Noel took his denim clad cock in his hands and laughed.
     
    “What kind of shit she spilling into your brain?”
     
    Noel held out his hand. Trembling, wishing that he wasn’t, Kane accepted the gesture and found himself back on his feet.
     
    “Well?” Noel asked.
     
    “Did you… Did you tell her that I was like dead?”
     
    Noel appeared to consider the question before shaking his head.
     
    “Kid,” he started. “Sure.”
     
    That was all Kane needed to hear.
     
    “You fucking asshole!”
     
    Sweeping his leg, Kane watched Noel fall to the ground. Again he was on top of him, pounding his fists into his sides. Kane spat in his face as he struck him.
     
    “Why would you do that—?”
     
    “Kane!”
     
    Ben was at his back, trying to pry Kane from Noel’s side. The redhead took off, and Kane wrapped his hands around Noel’s neck.
     
    “Why did you lie—?”
     
    Kane thought that he nearly had the air from his lungs when Noel surprised him with a swift knee to the groin. Doubling back, Ben trying to catch him. Kane was barely back on his