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  Table of Contents

  Table of Contents

  Warning

  Dedication

  Introduction

  Doctor’s office–November 20, 2015

  Prologue

  January 17, 2014

  Chapter One

  January 1, 2014

  Chapter Two

  January 2, 2014

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  January 3, 2014

  Chapter Seven

  January 14, 2014

  Chapter Eight

  January 15, 2014

  Chapter Nine

  Doctor’s Office–December 1, 2015

  Chapter Ten

  January 16, 2014

  Chapter Eleven

  January 17, 2014–Day 1

  Chapter Twelve

  January 18, 2014–Day 2

  Chapter Thirteen

  January 19, 2014–Day 3

  Chapter Fourteen

  MIKE–Age 4

  Chapter Fifteen

  January 20, 2014–Day 4

  Chapter Sixteen

  MIKE–Age 8

  Chapter Seventeen

  January 24, 2014–Day 8

  Chapter Eighteen

  MIKE–Age 13

  Chapter Nineteen

  January 29, 2014–Day 13

  Chapter Twenty

  MIKE–Age 15

  Chapter Twenty-One

  February 2, 2014–Day 17

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  MIKE–Age 17

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Doctor’s Office–December 15, 2015

  ANGEL

  Abby Gale

  Table of Contents

  Table of Contents

  Warning

  Dedication

  Introduction

  Doctor’s office–November 20, 2015

  Prologue

  January 17, 2014

  Chapter One

  January 1, 2014

  Chapter Two

  January 2, 2014

  Chapter Three

  January 2, 2014

  Chapter Four

  January 2, 2014

  Chapter Five

  January 2, 2014

  Chapter Six

  January 3, 2014

  Chapter Seven

  January 14, 2014

  Chapter Eight

  January 15, 2014

  Chapter Nine

  Doctor’s Office–December 1, 2015

  Chapter Ten

  January 16, 2014

  Chapter Eleven

  January 17, 2014–Day 1

  Chapter Twelve

  January 18, 2014–Day 2

  Chapter Thirteen

  January 19, 2014–Day 3

  Chapter Fourteen

  MIKE–Age 4

  Chapter Fifteen

  January 20, 2014–Day 4

  Chapter Sixteen

  MIKE–Age 8

  Chapter Seventeen

  January 24, 2014–Day 8

  Chapter Eighteen

  MIKE–Age 13

  Chapter Nineteen

  January 29, 2014–Day 13

  Chapter Twenty

  MIKE–Age 15

  Chapter Twenty-One

  February 2, 2014–Day 17

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  MIKE–Age 17

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Doctor’s Office–December 15, 2015

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  MIKE–Age 17: The same day

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  February 3, 2014–Day 18

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  MIKE–Turning from 17 to 18: Same Night

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  February 15, 2014–Day 30

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Doctor’s Office–January 10, 2016

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  February 25, 2014–Day 40

  Chapter Thirty

  February 26, 2014–Day 41

  Chapter Thirty-One

  MIKE–Nat’s captive: Day 5

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  March 2, 2014–Day 45: New life

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  Doctor’s Office–January 27, 2016

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  March 12, 2014–New life: Day 10

  Chapter Thirty-Five

  March 12, 2014–MIKE

  Chapter Thirty-Six

  March 17, 2014–New Life: Day 15

  Chapter Thirty-Seven

  Doctor’s Office–February 1, 2016

  Chapter Thirty-Eight

  MIKE– Age 18: Hello, father

  Chapter Thirty-Nine

  March 19, 2014–New Life: Day 17

  Chapter Forty

  March 22, 2014–New Life: Day 20

  Chapter Forty-One

  March 27, 2014–New Life: Day 25

  Chapter Forty-Two

  MIKE–Age 21: Hello, brother

  Chapter Forty-Three

  Doctor’s Office– February 3, 2016

  Chapter Forty-Four

  April 2, 2014–MIKE

  Chapter Forty-Five

  April 4, 2014–MIKE: Becoming His

  Chapter Forty-Six

  December 31, 2014: New Year– Anniversary

  Chapter Forty-Seven

  April 20, 2015– Unexpected guest

  Chapter Forty-Eight

  August 17, 2015–MIKE

  Chapter Forty-Nine

  August 19, 2015–Angel

  Chapter Fifty

  August 19, 2015– MIKE

  Chapter Fifty-One

  October 13, 2015– Mike

  Chapter Fifty-Two

  Doctor’s Office– February 5, 2016

  Chapter Fifty-Three

  November 1, 2015

  Chapter Fifty-Four

  November 2, 2015

  Chapter Fifty-Five

  February 20, 2016

  Chapter Fifty-Six

  October 31, 2018

  Chapter Fifty-Seven

  October 31, 2018

  Chapter Fifty-Eight

  Mike– October 31, 2018

  Chapter Fifty-Nine

  November 1, 2018

  Playlıst

  About Author

  ANGEL

  Club Nymph, 2

  ABBY GALE

  Copyright ©2017 by Abby Gale

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  Cover illustration by PopKitty Design

  Book Interior Design by Abby Gale

  Edited by Teri Hicks-Sybil Wilson

  Proofed by Hawkeyes Proofing

  Book Formatted by Abby Gale

  No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission from the publisher, except the brief quotations for reviews. Thank you for respecting the author’s work.

  This book is a work of fiction. All characters, places, incidents and dialogue, are drawn from the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any similarities were surely not intentional.

  ATTENTION!

  This is not a romance book and it definitely not pretty.

  This book is dark, twisted, and wrong. It is melancholic, and fucked-up.

  I have a hero you shouldn't love.

  I have a heroine you shouldn't sympathize.

  I have some scenes you don't want to read.

  I have some scenes you'll be offended because you can't resist the temptation of keep reading it.

  This book has nothing to do with unicorns, rainbows, heart, and flowers.

  And I'm warning you...

  If you read this book it is your choice, not mine.

  Don’t forget that I warned you.

 
This book is dedicated to our demons, our monsters under the bed or inside the closet.

  This book is my siren call to the darkest and deepest parts of our souls.

  Doctor’s office–November 20, 2015

  “How are you feeling today, Angel?”

  Cynthia Celeste, aka CC, was the best psychologist in the city. She looked like a complete professional, just the way she should. A fit body that makes you want to start a new life with regular gym visits and a healthy diet, a perfectly tailored business suit with a pencil skirt –enough to highlight her feminine body, and cool posture that made you think she was in control. Not a single hair out of place as far as you could see, and yet she managed to be sincere with that cold appearance of her.

  She leaned back in her chair, waiting patiently as I didn’t give her an answer. Her stare was a pressure, like she was trying to break me into pieces and solve all the secrets; maybe she really wanted that.

  I turned my head to look at the wall that was covered with diplomas, educational successes, licenses from every conference she’d attended –her wall of pride.

  Yet, they weren’t enough to help her figure me out.

  She needed me to answer her questions… questions I didn’t have the answers to.

  I finally looked at her, “I don’t know.” My voice was foreign to me, crooked and raspy because of my long-lasted-silence. But the empty feeling inside me was more unnerving than my voice. Even CC’s penetrating blue gaze didn’t make me feel like a lab rat –nothing made me feel.

  There was only emptiness; dark and soulless.

  The only thing that made me feel something was forbidden to me.

  Forbidden to remember…

  Forbidden to miss…

  Forbidden to love…

  But I wasn’t Angel like my name labeled me, I was Eve –and all I could think of was the taste of the forbidden; bitter, wrong yet intense…

  January 17, 2014

  I groaned with sudden pain as the drugs started to leave my system. Trying to move my fingers, I sighed in relief when they moved enough to create a fist. My whole body was aching. I didn’t wanna come to my senses if it meant feeling this pain, but I wanted the blur in my mind to fade away.

  Turning my head to see my surroundings, I narrowed my eyes because of the throbbing in my temples. Thankfully, the room was almost dark except for the soft light coming from the small window that was placed high on the wall. It was the only welcoming thing that didn’t suit the abandoned feeling of the room. The bed had filthy bedding on it. A wooden dresser and an old chair were the only other furniture in the room.

  After a quick observation of the room, I noticed I was lying on a dirty carpet. I tried to push myself from the ground, wiping my cheek with disgust, but shook my head when I realized how absurd my concern was. I didn’t even know where I was, yet the dirt was bothering me.

  My mind wasn’t clear yet. Thoughts were coming and going before I could catch them. I didn’t remember how I ended up in this room. I tried to put my thoughts in order. They were coming in pieces, like pictures, but I couldn’t understand what they were trying to tell me.

  I tried to stand up, but my muscles weren’t strong enough. Crawling toward the bed, I put my head against it, didn’t bother with the hygiene problem this time. As I forced myself to think my head began spinning. I tried to focus on my body instead of how I ended in this situation.

  My throat was aching.

  Did I scream?

  A long worn-out t-shirt covered my body. I wasn’t even sure which color it was. It wasn’t even fashionable.

  Who made me wear this disgusting thing?

  I shook my head slightly when I noticed my thoughts lost their focus again.

  Why was I here?

  Who brought me here?

  I tried to remember, but before I could find answers the door opened.

  “Look who is awake! Why did you sit here alone, Cupcake? You could have called out for me and we could’ve had fun,” he cooed at me.

  The pieces in my mind started to make sense when I saw him. But it was too late; I didn’t have time to think as he came toward me like a hunter. No, like a predator.

  I tried to back away, but there was no way to run away from him.

  Michael Harrison.

  My monster, my enemy… my stupidity.

  January 1, 2014

  “5… 4… 3… 2… 1…”

  “HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!”

  I grinned like an idiot as the colorful lights flashed in the club. I danced and laughed as the alcohol filled my veins.

  “Happy new year, Angel.”

  I turned my back to face Mike. His southern drawl was more pronounced with the touch of alcohol, causing my heart to skip a beat. He was extra hot tonight, with his well-fitted dark jeans and black dress shirt. His sandy blonde hair looked black under the light of the stage, but it seemed like nothing could dim the mischievous light in his green eyes. Those eyes were alive, hiding secrets, promises that I wanted to indulge in. As dancing bodies bumped us from every direction all I could see and feel was him. When his arms circled around my waist it didn’t bother me even a bit. Instead, I wanted more. I wanted to be closer so my fantasies come true since the first day I started to work here. I wanted, no, craved this man.

  The girls at the club, especially Harley and the new girl Salem, didn’t like him. They were sure that he was a douchebag. But I didn’t have any ugly feelings about him, quite the opposite actually; I liked his give-no-shit-to-no one, badass persona.

  “Michael Lane, the best DJ in Seattle,” I chimed with an exaggerated hand gesture that ended with my arms wrapped around his neck. He leaned toward me to say, “I would prefer you to say the hottest DJ.”

  “Hmm… maybe. But I’m not so sure. You need to convince me that you’re the hottest.”

  The challenging and teasing tone in my voice wasn’t anything new. It’d been almost a year since I started to work here. We constantly passed innuendos and flirtatious comments between each other, yet he had never made a move toward me, even though I’d sent him enough invitation.

  He pulled me closer to his body with a smirk on his face.

  “A kiss is a must, you know. It’s tradition,” he murmured. His lips were grazing mine with each word. I breathed him in, the bitter scent of cigarette, musky essence of bourbon he drank all the time, and a strong masculine fragrance behind all those: him.

  “Hmm, if it’s tradition…” I said seductively, but before I could continue, his lips crushed on mine, seeking entrance. I expected him to kiss me softly, slowly since it was our first kiss, but instead his kiss was rough, aggressive and full of raw lust. With the alcohol in my body and months of sexual tension between us, this was exactly what I wanted.

  I grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulled him closer, moaning into the kiss as his fingers dug into my skin through the layer of my short dress. I pulled myself away from his lips, gasping for air, but his lips didn’t leave me. He put his head into the crook of my neck, licked and bit my sensitive skin till I writhed under his touch.

  “Mike…” I moaned, pulling his hair with the sensation.

  “The things I’m gonna do to you… I’ve waited so long,” Mike hissed towards my face. His face was almost animalistic with the raw passion. I might have been scared if it wasn’t for the lust that controlled me. He moved me until my shoulders touched a wall, but this didn’t give us any privacy from the crowd, we were still in the open.

  “Don’t wait. Take me somewhere we can have more privacy,” I told him, but shrieked when his hand wrapped around my neck.

  “I’ll let you off this time for giving me orders. But do not ever tell me what to do. Not again,” he said in a deadly calm voice. It turned me on, then.

  In that moment, everything turned me on.

  He licked my bottom lip and bit it, hard, before asking “Understood?”

  I could only nod and moaned incoherently when his other hand already found its way under my d
ress and his fingers pressed on my clit through the wet lace of my thong.

  “Wrap your legs around me, my little slut,” he smirked when I did what I was told. I hardly noticed we moved a little into a more private spot.

  “Turn around. Watch them as I fuck you in front of at least five dozen people. Think what they’ll see if someone turns the stage lights on by accident,” he murmured into my ear and bit my earlobe, firing heat in my body.

  We were behind the stage, where I could see everyone but it was dark enough so none of them could see us. It just fueled my need more. He continued to kiss, lick and bite every piece of skin in his reach.

  I wanted more, though.

  I tore open the foil packet he placed on my lips and groaned when my thong was ripped away from my body. My judgment was clouded with alcohol, my body was a slave to the pleasure and my pleasure was under the command of the man behind me as he continued to rock into me roughly. Everything was so quick and the pleasure was instant; I didn’t question what I was doing, if it was the right thing.

  I was always the wildcat –the girl who did whatever she wanted and this, him, was what I wanted. I had never been good at thinking about consequences or possible danger.

  And I was lucky…till I wasn’t.

  January 2, 2014

  Dawn, my sister, was working on her project for her internship as a journalist, again. Normally she was my partner in crime, but we were different at heart. I was the wildest, and if I had to admit, the manipulative one. She, on the other hand, was the fun, but responsible one. As she worked she was focused on the task so much, she didn’t even hear whatever I said to her. She knew her priorities and I knew, deep down, it was the right thing, but that didn’t change the outcome of my reaction; I got bored and left home to come to the club. I was so early even Harley hadn’t been in the club yet.

  I remembered the night before. It was hazy, but my body was still satisfied even though there was a strange feeling in my gut… like I was missing something important. That feeling dampened my mood and I didn’t want to rehearse for my show, but with no one in sight I thought about roaming around to feel the excitement.

  This club gave me so many experiences. I met lots of different people and with each one, I couldn’t shake the thrill that rose in me. Every night there were lots of people to observe, lots of possibilities to give me bestseller book material. That was why I’d never left the club early. Every night after my dance show, I served drinks until the club closed. But no matter how many people I met here or how many extra hours I worked, I couldn’t find what I was looking for.