Creed: Fallen Angel's MC by Erin Trejo Read Free Book Online

listen. I’m so fucking amped up right now. I don’t give a fuck what’s inside that building.
    With my gun drawn, I head towards the door in fucking stealth mode. I never went to the military but I have learned over the years how to quiet my steps and make myself invisible.
    “What the fuck, Creed?” Tank growls behind me. Yeah, I know he’s pissed but I don’t give a fuck.
    “Wait Creed. You son of a bitch.” I smile when he says that. I know what the fuck I am and so does he.
    Crossing over the tiny ledge that was blocking me, I slide up along the door. I motion to Tank to watch the back. Thankfully he nods his head and doesn’t give me any shit for it.
    Reaching for the knob slowly, I turn it and pull the door open. Sliding around it, I peer inside the darkened room.
    Out of nowhere, shots are fired. Fuck!
    I start to shoot as I move into the room. I blink my eyes rapidly to try to focus on anything in the fucking room but come up blank until Tank throws a fucking flair into the room.
    Now that it’s fucking lit up like a Christmas tree I can make out where the shots came from.
    “Motherfucker!” I growl as I make my way, guns blazing toward the asshole. The more shots Tank and I fire the less I hear until it’s finally silent.
    “I fuckin’ told you to wait motherfucker!” Tank steps closer to me when I spin around on him, my gun aimed at his head.
    “Stop bein’ a little bitch, Tank.” Lowering the gun I slide it back into the back of my jeans before turning my attention to the room.
    “Look at this shit. These motherfuckers were runnin’ more than your average green.” Picking up a packet of meth, I toss it over to Tank. He still looks pissed but once Sharp hears about this shit, it will be a whole different story.
    As we look around some more my adrenaline is running high. You never know in these kinds of places what might lurk around the corner. Demons love the dark places.
    My chest feels tight and a little hard to breath. Fuck, it almost hurts. Glancing down I see blood.
    “Fuck me!” Grumbling to myself, I reach up and touch the blood only to find a hole. Isn’t that all I need?
    “What the fuck you bitchin’ about?” Tank walks around me before he sees it too.
    “Son of a bitch. They shot you brother. Let me see.” Tank moves in to look when I jerk back. Fuck that, if it’s my time to go I’ve been ready for a while now.
    My eyes blur slightly and I start to sway. Tank grabs me around my shoulders holding me up.
    “Fuck man. Let me look at it!” He growls before I step away and sit in the closest chair I can find.
    “Fuck you. Leave my fuckin’ ass here. Get that shit and roll Tank.”  Tipping my head back, I close my eyes and let the visions of Jada’s beautiful face fill my darkness.

 
    Jada                                                                     
    As I clean myself up in the shower my heart races. I don’t know what the fuck Kenny shot into my arm but it is messing with me badly.
    My eyes can’t focus and my mind feels like it is running laps as I let the cool water caress my skin.
    After the last four days with Kenny and these assholes they have staying here, I almost wished that I would have taken Creed up on his offer to stay there.
    As much as I know that would have turned into a shit storm anything has to be better than this.
    I wash my hair in a complete fog. I really hate whatever this is. It makes me feel like I’m drowning within myself.
    “Jada? You in here?” Cherry’s voice fills me with joy. Maybe she can help me out of this fucking shower that I seem to be stuck in.
    I open my mouth but words won’t form. My breathing kicks up a pace and I don’t feel right. Something is wrong.
    “Jada?” I can hear her coming closer but I feel like my body is shutting down on me. This can’t be happening. I feel myself sliding down the shower wall but I can’t comprehend what’s