Free Abandoned Angel by Kayden Lee

Angelina to make sure that she stayed next to him at all times. After hearing the conversation between Doc and Blaze, she did not intend to leave his side. She was no longer afraid of what Blaze would do to her, she could handle him one on one, but she was suddenly quite aware of what the others might have in store. She was an outsider who had walked into their world, and they played by different rules. Rules she did not want to have forced on her.
    Blaze led Angelina around the heat of the bonfire, bypassing the other bikers and their women, and went straight to the grill. Doc was standing next to a heavyset man donned in cut-off jeans and a white wife-beater. The shirt barely covered his belly. His whiskers were yet to gray, but his eyes showed his age. He was cooking bratwurst and hamburgers, and to a hungry Angelina, the smell was heavenly. When they approached, she tried not to stare at the colorfully, graphic tattoos that ran up and down his arms. She had never seen tattoos that were quite so, sexual in nature. Doc handed Blaze a joint, knowing he would be ready for one. Blaze inhaled and handed it back. He did not offer it to Angelina. Not liking the way pot made her feel, she was relieved. Although she had tried it a number of times when she was younger, mostly at the insistence of a man, she was never a big fan of marijuana. She did not want it forced on her now. Doc seemed to be enjoying it though. Angelina stood quietly, intimidated by her surroundings, while Blaze and Doc chuckled with the cook. They simply referred to the easygoing man as Cookie. After eating one himself, Blaze handed Angelina a bratwurst smothered in mustard and sauerkraut. Although she didn’t generally eat brats, she devoured the meat and bun with enthusiasm. She needed the nourishment, and surprised herself when she accepted a second one from Blaze. Her taste buds woke to something new, and like it.
    People lounged throughout the lightly wooded area, drinking, laughing, partying, and eating around the campfire. Many of the bikers seemed to have been there for quite some time. Mellow and refreshed, they acted as if they belonged right where they were - no worries, no trouble. Angelina on the other hand, felt very out of place; she was scared, and ready to go home. Since that was not going to happen any time soon, she set her goals on getting something in her stomach and hoped that she could then disappear for the night. As she stood, eating her second brat, Jules, the black haired woman she saw dancing on the table at the clubhouse sauntered up. She was too skinny, too dirty, and too wasted in Angelina’s opinion. She had an instant distaste for the skanky woman.
    “Heey baby, are you hungry?” she asked, her words slurring with each syllable. She ran her hand across Doc’s chest and then down dangerously close to his crotch. Her lust spewed out of every cell she moved. Angelina watched with curiosity and disgust. Before Doc could finish his mouth-full of food and respond, the woman turned to Blaze.
    “How about you baby you want some of me?”
    As she reached for his chest Blaze quickly grabbed her bony wrist and stopped her from touching him.
    “Get the hell out of here Jules,” he ordered. His expression filled with loathing as he pushed her foul arm down. He did not hide his disdain for the woman. Jules smiled coldly at him, as if they were playing a lovers game. In her tight fitted, dirty jeans, she then turned towards Angelina and placed her hand on Angelina’s full breasts.
    “What about you baby, you hungry for me?” Her leer traveled from Angelina’s eyes to her chest, where her hand rested. Angelina could feel her neck and face turn red. She pulled away.
    “Get away from me,” she responded as she took a step back, uncertainty in her voice.
    “What’s a matter honey, aren’t I your type?” laughed Jules, getting the rise out of Angelina that she was looking for. Angelina noticed the group of men that were watching