Page 40 of Angel

If this was some sick joke of one of his brother’s, Cage was going to murder him.

“You did,” Evette insisted. Because of the way her arms were tied above her head, the blanket slid off of her breasts. She seemed pleased about this and thrust her chest up towards him in invitation.

“This is fucking ridiculous,” Angel snapped. “I’m getting Steel and Bulldog. You’ll be out for this stunt.”

“You can’t fire me.” Evette’s coy, sexy act dropped at Angel’s words. “I can’t be fired for doing something a member asked me to do.” She turned to Cage. “Tell her!”

“Tell her what?” Cage snapped. “I’m agreeing with her.”

Evette’s jaw dropped. “No! No, I need this job. Cage, please! Baby! I only did what you asked!”

“Unless I have an evil twin out there who put you up to this, no, you didn’t.”

Angel pulled out her phone. Cage assumed she was texting Bulldog and Steel. Unfortunately, when he turned to look at her, he saw that they had an audience. Behind Angel in the doorframe was Ranger, Ivy, Bones, and Pumpkin.

“Where the fuck is Ghost?” Cage asked Ranger. It was a poor time to see the two of them separated. He needed an officer here now.

“Shower,” Ranger answered shortly. From the look on Ranger’s face, Cage wasn’t sure how much Ranger had caught on or believed.

“I don’t know what is going on,” Cage told him. He pointed to Evette on the bed. “I did not tie her to the bed or fuck her.”

“You lying bastard!” Evette shrieked. “Let me out of these cuffs!” She tried to pull on them, as if she was strong enough to break them or the bed frame. “I am not going to just sit here and be accused of something I didn’t do!”

Cage was about to shout the same thing back at her when another voice roared, “What the fuck is going on here?!”

Everyone turned to see Bulldog storm into the room. He took one look at Evette, then Cage and Angel, and then the growing audience in the hall. “Everyone out!” he shouted. He pointed at Angel and Cage. “You two, Steel’s office now.” He pointed to Evette. “Get dressed.”

Evette lifted her cuffed hands. “I would but I’m a bit tied up.” Cage caught the smirk on her lips at her own joke before she schooled her face.

“Where the fuck is the key?” Bulldog asked. “Never mind, I’m getting the bolt cutters.”

“Wait!” Evette called out. She indicated her chin towards Cage. “He has the key. He keeps it on his keyring!”

“I don’t have the fucking key,” Cage insisted. He turned towards Angel and Bulldog but spoke to Angel. “I don’t even own handcuffs.”

“They’re on his keyring,” Evette insisted through her teeth. When no one moved, she asked, “What’s the harm in checking? If it’s on there, then clearly I’m not the liar here.”

Cage’s eyes narrowed. She was far too confident.

“When was the last time your keys were out of your sight?” Angel asked behind him.

Cage spun around towards her. She looked pissed, yes—but, he realized, not at him. He was pretty sure that was the moment he fell in love. Head over heels, uncontrollably, touch-her-and-die love. She believed him. Without hesitation, without question. He could see it on her face. There was no doubt, no worry.

She had faith in him, in them.

Fuck, he wished they were alone and he was fucking her up against the shower wall right now. It had been far too long since he’d had her.

CHAPTER 7

It surprised no one when it turned out there was a key on Cage’s keyring that unlocked Evette’s handcuffs. Angel had been the one to unlock her, much to Evette’s disappointment. Cage refused to touch her and Angel wasn’t about to make Bulldog do it, though she didn’t doubt he would have and felt nothing. The man was entirely devoted to his ol’ lady.

Evette’s smugness returned as she dropped the blanket and walked naked over to her pile of clothing. It did not pass Angel’s notice that she did not clean herself off prior to dressing.

“Whose cum is that?” Angel demanded bluntly. One of her brothers had a lot of explaining to do, but she knew it wasn’t Cage. Even if the man had been out of her sight at all that day, she trusted him. She wouldn’t have made the decision to have sex with him again otherwise.

Evette pulled on a thong, making sure to keep her ass facing towards the men. Angel had to force her eyes not to roll. She had yet to figure out why any woman would want to walk around all day with a piece of floss jammed between her ass cheeks.

“Cage leaves quite a load, doesn’t he?” Evette sneered.

---