Free ANGEL: When Angels Cry by CJ Bishop Page B

make something later. But Angel would let him sleep until
breakfast was done–especially since Byrd was there.
    “Hey,” Byrd snorted when Angel entered the
kitchen. “How ‘bout we turn on some music and you can do a little
dance for us while you cook?” The three of them laughed. “Breakfast
and a show.”
    “Fuck.” Wade chuckled and shook his head,
lighting up a cigarette. He took a long drag and let the smoke out
slowly. “Get this, the little dancing fairy brought home three
hundred bucks last night. Can you believe it?”
    “Nice.” Byrd grinned then smacked Angel’s
ass, making him jump and frown hard at the man. “Who’d have thought
this little ass could be so profitable?”
    “That’s just the tip of the iceberg.” Wade
pointed two fingers at Byrd, his cigarette pinched between them.
“Wait till he starts getting the private customers. Those rich,
horny bastards will pay a shit load to unload in that tight little
ass.”
    Tendrils of nausea weaved through Angel’s
intestines. Dancing was one thing, even private dancing. But he
wasn‘t a dancer, not really. That was just his cover. Wade hadn’t
sent him into the Phoenix club to be a stripper–but to be a hooker . He’d
heard some of the other boys talking about the offers made to them
for sex, though few accepted the offers, or at least didn’t admit
to accepting them. Angel was sure some did. Some of the offers were
astronomical–at least in Angel’s book.
    “Well, it is an awful cute ass.” Byrd smirked and grabbed
Angel’s ass, squeezing hard.
    He jerked away from him. “If you want food.”
He mumbled, brow tight. “Leave me alone.”
    “He’s just fucking with you.” Axel chided.
“Don’t be such a little bitch baby.”
    “Yeah.” Wade smacked him in the small of the
back with the back of his hand, hard. “He’s our guest. Show him
some respect.”
    Byrd twisted in his chair and leaned back,
legs spread loosely. He grabbed his own crotch and grinned. “Or you
could just blow me some respect.” When Angel glanced at him,
his heavy eyes were thick with lust as they crawled all over his
body. “I have cash in my pocket.”
    “Yeah?” Wade perked up. “How much?”
    The man shrugged. “Enough for a little cock
slobbering.”
    “You really enjoy that?” Axel grimaced.
“Having a guy suck your cock?”
    “Hey.” Byrd’s hand snapped out and slapped
Axel in the back of the head. “Don’t knock it till you try it, dumb
ass. Besides, like I always say–Angel here is more like a girl
anyway.”
    “Yeah, so keep your fucking mouth shut.” Wade
sneered. “You open it again, and maybe I’ll make you suck his cock.”
    Byrd chuckled and winked at him.
    “Fuck you.” Axel muttered low.
    Byrd winked again. “Maybe.” He smirked. “But you would
have to pay me for that one.”
    Mumbling coldly, Axel finally clammed up, his
face screwed up in anger and annoyance.
    Angel tried to shut out their sickening
conversation and focus on the eggs frying in the pan so they didn’t
burn or overcook at all. Wade got pissed if his eggs weren’t fixed
just right.
    “Speaking of cute asses,” Byrd quipped.
“Where’s Maddy?” Angel stiffened, heart pounding. “Isn’t it about
time you started making a few bucks off him as well? I bet he’s got
a nice little velvet mouth on him.” He winked at Wade. “I could
test him out for you.”
    “You’re not gonna fucking touch him.” Angel
flared, turning on the man with fiery eyes.
    “Mmm.” Byrd smiled wryly. “You’re sexy when
you’re angry.”
    Angel backed off, unnerved by the way the
man’s crotch instantly hardened and swelled. “Just…stay away from
him.”
    “You look real threatening.” Axel ventured.
“Standing there with that spatula in your hand.” The other guys
laughed and Axel relaxed, no longer the odd man out.
    After serving the three men their food, Angel
fixed a plate for Maddy and headed out of the kitchen.
    “Whoa.” Wade set down his