Broken Angels MC

Book 1: Axyl

ALIANA

I was supposed to be out of this shit after I left for college. I was supposed to just leave it behind and start my life on my own.

I was supposed to start my own therapy center for those who have trauma and have endured abuse, but here I am walking back into the life of being a biker’s daughter.

Don’t get me wrong, I missed my family like crazy, but I didn’t want to see him and ~her~ being all lovey one each other.

It’s one of the main reasons I decided to leave in the first damn place. She got the man that I wanted, and I couldn’t handle seeing them together every day for the rest of my life.

Now, I didn’t have a choice but to come back home.

I had to come back for my own safety. My father and brother, however, think I’m coming home for some time off and might even start my center here.

My mother, on the other hand, knows the truth. I could never lie to her. She knows why I left and why I’m coming back. She said she was going to tell my father, but I begged her not to.

I wasn’t ready for him to know that his daughter was a failure.

I wasn’t ready for him to find out that I fell for his rival’s son, even if I didn’t know who he was at the time, it’s still a betrayal, and I don’t want to see the disappointment on his face when he finds out.

If they knew the truth, I would be locked away somewhere and never let out. That’s how overprotective my brother and father are.

Last I knew, my father stepped down as president and my brother took over.

He was getting up there in age so he stepped down and is just the founder or someone who my brother or any of the members can come to for advice about club business.

All the original members stepped down while their sons took the reins. They deserve it though. They started Broken Angels, MC when they left the military over thirty years ago.

I always loved hearing them talk about how they started the club and why they did it. My dad was the leader of their group and that didn’t change when his squadron left after their last deployment.

There were nine of them total and they all made it out alive, but not everyone got that lucky. I’m just glad my daddy came home safely. The club is a family and I love everyone in it.

I’ve been sitting in the parking lot in front of the Broken Angels clubhouse for about thirty minutes now trying to figure out how I’m going to keep this secret from my brother and my father.

I keep checking to make sure that my bruises and cuts are still covered up. I want to put off them finding out for as long as possible. I need to get my head around it myself. I’m still not sure how I survived.

If it weren’t for my best friend, Hannah, I wouldn’t be here, but here I am, a month later, healed enough to move without collapsing.

Slowly, I get out of my car and walk up to the building and stop in front of the door to eavesdrop on the argument that’s currently taking place.

Sounds like someone and his ol’ lady are into, which isn’t unusual here, there are plenty of men here with ol’ ladies that fight. This isn’t the first time and it sure in the hell won’t be the last time.

I lean my ear against the door, and I can hear their voices clearly. I would never be able to forget that voice for as long as I live. It’s the voice of the man that makes my body feel things that only he can make it feel.

The voice that makes my heart go from zero to sixty in a matter of seconds. The woman’s voice is all too familiar as well. It’s the voice of the woman who stole everything she knew I wanted.

Axyl, the Vice President of BAMC, and his ol’ lady, Lana. They never did get along very well, and she never did like me.

Well, that’s not completely true, we were friends when we were younger, but that all changed when she met Axyl. She always thought that I was going to take him from her because she knew how I felt about him back then.

If I’m honest with myself, I still feel the same about him, but it could never go anywhere. Especially now that he’s married with two kids. He is a nice piece of man meat though.

I slowly open the door, trying to keep my appearance as secretive as possible, but that all changes when the door slams behind me after I bring my suitcases in. I look up to see everyone in the room stop and stare at me.

“Um…can I help anyone?” I instantly got anxious. Could they see the bruising? Did I not hide it enough? “It’s like you all seen a ghost!” When in doubt, joke.

Granted it was awkward because I was still wondering if they could see the bruising on my face. Thank goodness for the cold April weather because I was able to wear a long sleeve shirt and my leggings.

“Well if it isn’t my favorite daughter!” My dad exclaimed. I look toward his voice and instantly want to run into his arms, break down, and tell him everything that I have been through these past three years.

I want my daddy to tell me everything will be okay, and he’ll handle it. I’m supposed to be strong, but I just want to run into his arms and be weak.

The only thing stopping me from doing that is the disappointment I know I’ll see on his face. I want him to see me as his strong daughter that can take care of herself, who didn’t need her daddy to take care of her problems.

I’ve always been strong, but right now, I just want to be weak. I can’t though, not yet.

“Dad, I’m your only daughter,” I said with a laugh, after getting out of my inner thoughts. I go over to hug him. The hug that says more than any words ever could, and I almost break then and there but manage to keep it together.

Luckily, he didn’t hug me too hard because my ribs are still sore as hell from the last round of torture he inflicted on me. If you can call almost being murdered torture.

The next person to come into my view was my brother. My big, overprotective brother who was now the President of the BAMC. He came and hugged me and spun me around the room. I missed being in his arms as well.

I missed the hugs only a brother could give. He may be two years older than me, but we’ve always been close.

Just like my mother, I couldn’t keep anything from him, but I don’t think he knows why I left and I sure in the hell didn’t tell him about Alex and what I had to endure with him. “God, it’s good to have you back little sis. I’ve missed you!”

“I missed you all too! I’m sorry I haven’t been back since I left for school, but I was busy trying to get my degree done faster than it normally takes.” I tell him.

The arms I have wrapped around his neck tighten and my nose goes into his neck. He’s always smelled like spice and leather and it always calmed me. Not in a weird way, but it is the brother and sister way.

“So, what did I walk in on?” I ask, trying to take the attention off me, but of course, that doesn’t ever work. The attention is always on me when I don’t want it to be.

Without realizing my sunglasses fell off while my brother was spinning me around and he saw the bruises that I was trying to cover up.

Why didn’t I put makeup around my eyes instead of just putting sunglasses on? Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! So much for keeping my secret a secret. I know for a fact that won’t be happening now.

“We’ll finish this later when you go to get your shit out of my place.” I heard Axyl tell Lana before he walked, well stormed, over to me and grabbed my face. “What the fuck happened to your face!?”

My brother and Axyl said at once after Westyn got out of his state of shock that is. Their outburst just drew everyone else’s attention to us. I could see the questioning gazes and it makes me want to shrink in on myself even more.

God, why am I so stupid. I should have known better than to not cover this up with makeup. They’re not going to let this go and now that the club has seen my face, I definitely can’t put it off much longer.

I look and see the anger on my dad’s face and my eyes instantly fill with tears that I’ve refused to shed.

“Nothing. Just let it go, please.” I pleaded quietly as I jerked my chin out of Axyl’s grip. I jumped from my brother’s arms and grabbed my suitcases before running into my old room. How could I have been so stupid?

I thought I covered it up better, but apparently, it was worse than I thought. Especially when you don’t use makeup like you should have Aliana. I slide down the door and look around my room, trying to force the tears back.

It’s still the same. Blue walls, pictures of my friends and me in high school, the white and blue bedding set on my queen size bed. Everything is just as I left it.

They didn’t forget about me and that makes it harder to keep the tears at bay. What will they think of me now? What will they think of me when they find out who did this to me? I need a shower.

That’ll clear my mind, hopefully. I’ve been traveling all day and I’m starving. I can’t handle my brother, or my father for that matter, let alone Axyl right now. He was just as overprotective of me, if not more, as my own brother.

I decided I would put my things away and then get something from the kitchen to eat before I take a shower. It took me about an hour to fold and hang up everything and put it where it needed to go.

Once I was done, I went into the kitchen, after seeing if anyone was around. When I saw that the coast was clear, I made a sandwich and grabbed a bag of chips, and a can of pop, and went back to my room to eat and shower.

I managed to make it there and back without anyone seeing me.

I was sitting in my room eating my sandwich and thinking about where the guys had gone. I’m surprised they didn’t break my door down demanding answers.

Maybe they had to go on a run, or they just decided to give me the peace that I asked for. I snorted at that thought because I knew that wouldn’t happen.

I finished my food and set the plate on the bedside table and started to get my leggings and tank top out to take a shower. I started to strip out of the clothes that I traveled in all day.

When I got down to just my bra and panties someone cleared their throat behind me. I spun around to see Axyl standing there, leaning against the door jamb.

His eyes are bouncing from each scar, bruise, and wound on my body. I can see the fire lighting in his eyes, and I’m frozen for a moment.

“What the hell Axyl! Get out! I’m practically naked here!” I yelled at him.

“Who the fuck did all of that to you! You’re black and blue all over and have stitches! So, tell me…~Who. The. Fuck. Did. This. To You~?!” He enunciated each word through gritted teeth, which I found quite sexy.

Heat rushed down to my core and I tried to squeeze my thighs together nonchalantly. He may be annoying, but damn is he still sexy as hell and I wouldn’t mind having a taste of him. NO! Focus Aliana…you can’t tell him. Not yet!

“That’s for me to know and you to not find out. At least not yet.” I said before running into the bathroom and locking the door behind me. I sink to the floor with my back against the door, wincing at the pain going through my body.

No one was supposed to find out. At least not yet. I wasn’t ready for them to know about him and what I had gone through for the last three years of my life.

Axyl is going to go tell my brother what he saw and then my brother is going to go tell my father and then I’m going to be forced to tell them. My father is the one man that can scare the shit out of me with just one stare.

I never got away with lying to him when I was still at home. Maybe coming back here was a mistake until I handled Alexander and his crew. I knew I couldn’t do it alone and I needed my father and the club to help me do this.

I just thought I would have longer to figure out a plan on how to tell them what happened and who it was that did this to me.