Diablo's MC: Hawk's Angel

Arielle’s POV My feet were killing me from working twelve hours by the time I walked into our building, and I was soaking wet from the downpour I experienced on my walk home from work. My boyfriend of three years was supposed to pick me up from the diner, but he wasn’t answering his phone. I walked up the stairs to our apartment and placed my key into the lock when I got to our door. There was a pair of high heels lying next to the couch, and a T-shirt draped over the back of the couch. Neither one was mine, nor did I leave my stuff lying around. Rodney enjoys having a clean apartment, especially if one of his bosses stops by. So, I make sure it is always spotless before I go to bed. There was a noise from the bedroom, sounding like a sensual moan, as if someone was being pleased. I grabbed a knife from the block on the counter, and I snuck down the hallway, hoping to surprise whoever was in our bed. The door was wide open, and I peeked around. What I found pissed me off. My best friend, Rosita, naked and on top of my boyfriend, riding his c**k like it belonged to her. I gripped the handle of the knife tighter, trying to hold back the tears from the betrayal by both people whom I trusted the most. “Oh, f**k, Rosita, keep moving those hips like that and I am going to c*m,” Rodney hissed, digging his fingernails into her hips. “Am I better than Arielle?” Rosita asked him, moving her hips faster. “She is a dead f**k,” he tells her, groaning as he c*m inside her. “You are more exciting in bed than she is. Besides, she is dull and plain, unlike you. You are exciting, adventurous, and sexy as hell.” “Then, why stay with her? Break up with her and be with me,” Rosita told him. Before he could answer, I heard enough. The knife that was in my hand went flying, sticking into the headboard above Rodney’s head. Rosita screamed and jumped off his limp d**k, naked as a jaybird. Rodney jumped out of bed, looking at the knife, then over towards the door where I was standing. “Arielle, this is not what you think!” he exclaimed, reaching for his sweatpants. Everyone uses the same old line when they’re caught cheating. “This is not what you think!” “Then, what is it?” I asked him, walking into the room. Rosita struggled to gather her clothes on the floor, and I turned my attention to her first. “You have been my best friend since middle school. We have been through so much together! Your dad dying from cancer, my brother being murdered, prom, first boyfriends, your pregnancy scare! And this is how you repay me for our friendship! By f*****g my boyfriend!” I screamed at her. “Arielle---” “Get the f**k out before I grab that knife and drive it through your cold, heartless chest,” I sneered at her. The look of murder in my eyes, and it scared her. She ran out of the room, and a few seconds later, the door slammed shut. Then, I turned my attention to Rodney. “My best friend?” I croaked out. “Of all the skanks in this city, you f****d my best friend!” “She’s fun and exciting, like the others,” he spat out, rushing across the room. “You are just someone to keep appearances with, to keep my bosses and parents happy. They like seeing me with an innocent, wholesome girl like you.” I have never met his bosses, but I have heard they are someone not to f**k with. His parents are on the verge of hitting retirement and have mentioned grandchildren numerous times to me in the past two years. “So, not only have you cheated on me with Rosita, but with other girls too?” I asked him, crossing my arms. “Why not just break up with me so you could have your fun?” I walked across the room to our closet. “You know what? I will make it easy for you. I’m done.” Before I could reach for my suitcase, Rodney slammed my body against the wall and wrapped his hand around my throat. My eyes went wide and filled with fear, as he had never got this violent with me before. He brought his face closer to mine, anger filling it. “You are not going anywhere, you little cunt!” he growled, spitting in my face. “You are mine! Plus, you know too damn much about what I do, and my bosses. You can bring all of us down with the information you know. I can’t risk all of that, all of this!” He swung his free hand towards the room. “Do you want to lose all of this? This apartment, the clothes I buy you, buy for places we have been! Do you want to lose all the luxuries I provide for you?” “Then---why---do---you----make---me---work?” I stammered out, trying to get his hand to loosen its grip around my throat. Every moment it’s there, the tighter it gets. “For appearances, b***h!” he sneered. “Plus, get you out of here so I can bring Rosita and other girls here so I can have a good f**k before you get home!” I glanced over at our bed, pissed that my ex-best friend and complete strangers had violated our sacred place. “You f****d other girls in our bed?” I squeaked out. “My f*****g bed!” he snarled, tightening his grip. “I f*****g paid for that bed, so I will have as many girls as I want in it!” His face was turning red, and I knew the side I hated to see was coming out. “I will not have a little cunt such as yourself tell me what I can or cannot do in my own house! I pay the f*****g bills around here! Not you!” I watched out of the corner of my eye as his free hand coiled back and his fist connected with my face. Stars filled my line of vision as he punched me again. The grip around my throat tightened, cutting off the oxygen to my lungs. I was getting lightheaded, and with one final blow to my face, I blacked out.