Free Angel by Alexia Stark

Content warning: this book contains pseudo incest, adult situations, explicit sex scenes and strong language. This book is intended for mature audiences only. All sexually active persons are 18 or older.
     
    This book was previously “Bad Brother.” Certain scenes have been revised and revamped. Please enjoy.
     
    Copyright 2013 Alexia Stark
     
    Angel
    Alexia Stark
     
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    Angel
     
    Angela sat at the window, nibbling her lower lip. Tears rolled unheeded down her cheeks as she watched her step-brother laugh with friends while he loaded up the moving van. Logan seemed so at ease with the change he was making, moving across town to be closer to work. As he clapped a hand on the shoulder of one of his friends, his eyes traveled up to her window. He nodded his head at her.
    Stumbling back, she shook her head. She swore she wouldn’t be a part of it. Maybe if she didn’t acknowledge him leaving, he wouldn’t go.  Instead, she threw herself down on her bed, sobbing into her pillow.
    Who would be her rock? Who’d be there when she got a bad grade, when she was sick? When another boyfriend broke her heart? He understood things no one else did, he’d never been away before.
    Her heart breaking, she let out a muffled scream into her pillow, smashing her fists into it. The pain didn’t ease when her bed shifted under the weight of the only person she knew it could be.
    “What’s all this, then, Angel?” His hand rubbed her lower back, the soft English accent coupled with his personal pet name for her bringing a fresh wave of agony.
    “You can’t go!” She sat up, the words erupting from her in a near shout, breaking toward the end. Launching herself into his arms, she buried her face in the curve of his shoulder.
    “You’re eighteen now, and I’m older than that,” he teased, before pressing a kiss to her head. “I promise it will be okay.” His h ands gripped her shoulders, pushing her away from him. He stared into her eyes, his blue-green gaze darkening like a stormy day at sea.
    He lowered his voice, the next words demanding. “Now, you won’t cry about this anymore. Understood, Angel?”
    She nodded, sniffing softly. He wiped her tears with the pads of his thumbs. Watching his stern face, she whispered, “Can I visit often?”
    “Every day.” He smiled, planting a tiny kiss on the tip of her nose. “Now come give me a big hug.” He stood up, opening his arms to her.
    She stood on her bed, leaping into his embrace. He held her, his arms tight around her back before he leaned down, setting her on her feet. “I have to get going, love. No tears.” He touched her cheek, his thumb trailing along her cheekbone, his eyes studying hers. “Be a good girl, now.”
    She nodded, swallowing her tears. He left the room without a backward glance and she only hesitated a second before darting to her dresser. The front door slammed as she grabbed her keys and hurried down the stairs.
    The truck started as she crossed the lawn, ignoring her mother’s screeching orders to go back to her room and her step-father’s bellowing at mom to shut the hell up and let “the girl be a girl.” Hearing none of it, she slid into the seat of her Mustang, her sweet sixteenth gift from Logan. Her mother had shit a brick when he’d given Angela the keys. She’d gone so far as to threaten to sell it.
    Logan had quietly told her that, “that wouldn’t be a good idea,” in a tone that had shut her mother up faster than anything Angela had ever seen.
    The engine roared to life and she pulled out, doggedly following her brother’s moving truck. His buddy, driving Logan’s BMW, pulled out behind her, a