Creed: Fallen Angel's MC

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Looking up at Creed his smirk says it all.
    “Not matchmaker. I’m losin’ our bodyguard. I want to fuck every inch of you in this town.” My body shakes before Creed laughs. He loves everything he’s doing to me.
    “Is that why you brought me here?” Laying my head on his shoulder, he wraps his arm around me.
    “No but that won’t stop me from what I want.” A quick kiss on the forehead and Creed scoops me up in his arms, throwing me over his shoulder. His hand comes down slapping my ass roughly causing me to yelp.
    “Put me down!” I giggle but he just keeps going.
    I think I am truly falling in love with this man all over again.

 
     
    Creed
    After we ate and I got rid of Tank’s hovering ass Jada and I head to her mom’s house. I haven’t seen my family either and I may stop in say hi. They didn’t really care when I left but then again they never really got into my business anyways.
    “You sure this is a good idea?” Jada is so nervous but I know she wants a few things from her house. She told me about the photos of her and Jason that she wanted to have with her for so long but Kenny wouldn’t let her come back for them.
    “It’s fine sweetheart. I’m right here.” We walk up the steps towards the front door and knock. The door starts to open and a man stands in front of us. He looks like a fucking asshole just standing there.
    “You again?” His eyes zero in on Jada. She tenses up next to me, her hand tightening in mine. She doesn’t say a word and I know exactly who this motherfucker is.
    “She wants to see her mother. You wanna run along and get her.” I speak for her and not in a friendly tone. The man looks between us before turning and walking inside.
    “Is that the motherfucker that raped you? You fuckin’ tell me now and.” Before I can finish Jada’s mother steps up to the door. She looks so old and worn down.
    “Mom.” Jada’s voice is barely audible. Her mother’s eyes dart between us before settling on Jada.
    “What are you doing here?” I can feel Jada shaking and I hate this for her.
    “Let’s go sweetheart. Fuck this.”  I start to pull her with me away from the door but she speaks before I can so I stop.
    “I wanted to see if I could get a few things from my old room. Pictures of Jason.” The look on her mother’s face says all I need to know. She isn’t going to let her have anything.
    “You run away and you think you can come back here? You accuse Tom of raping you and you have the nerve to show your face here again?” The accusatory sound of her voice pisses me off.
    “I just wanted my pictures.” Jada is trying so hard to stay strong, I can feel it but she’s cracking under the surface.
    “Let’s go darlin’.” Pulling her slightly she rips her arm from my grasp.
    “He was all I ever had. I’m sorry I wasn’t the perfect daughter but I was still your daughter!” The man I assume to be Tom steps up next to her mother eyeing my girl again. Rage boils in my blood as I take in the son of a bitch that hurt her. 
    With my hands balled into fists at my side I step up next to Jada again.
    “Creed could you give us a minute.” Her mother’s words slap me in the face. I didn’t expect her to even acknowledge me but I won’t ever walk away from Jada again.
    “Can’t do that Mrs. Dells. Now if you want to hand that motherfucker there over to me, I will gladly walk away.” Pointing over her shoulder at Tom, I watch him quake under my glare before quickly retreating into the house again.
    “What do you want mom? Why don’t you love me?”  Tears stream down Jada’s cheeks and I want nothing more than to take them away but I can’t, she needs to deal with this on her own.
    “You don’t understand Jada. You lusted after that boy for a long time. I saw you. I knew the look. I saw so much of myself in you that I hated it. I screwed my life up a long time ago when I met your father and had kids too early. You were so like me and I hated it.” I

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