Diablo's MC: Hawk's Angel

Chapter Nine

Rodney’s POV

The f*****g nerve that b***h had trying to leave me. That is all right. I taught her a lesson about turning her back on me. After I beat the s**t out of her, letting her know I am done with her unruliness, I left the apartment with her passed out on the floor.

Some friends were going to the club tonight, so I went to join them, hoping to get a new piece of ass.

When I walked to the club doors, the atmosphere electrified instantly. I didn’t have to wait in line like the ordinary people, as I had some pull with the Family.

The security guard pulled the rope back as I approached the door, and I walked through as everyone who was standing in line moaned and groaned, yelling as I went inside.

As I walked through to the VIP area, beautiful ladies filled the club. When I arrived, I found the Underboss, Michael Marini, sitting there, surrounded by the soldiers, drinking his usual whiskey with a beautiful blonde snuggled up to him on the couch.

"Capo, sembri in buona salute," I greeted him, kissing both his cheeks.

"Rodney, sit, sit!" he welcomed me, and I sat across from him. "Business is good, no?"

"I sold the shipment in a few days," I told him. "I have the money at home."

He looked around me, as if he were expecting someone.

"Where is your lady?" he asked me.

"She is at home," I replied. "She was getting out of hand, so I had to get her back in line."

He shook his head when I told him about Arielle.

"Women, they are so difficult," he says to me. "Don’t party too hard tonight. Tomorrow, I want you to go to Jersey for a few days to handle some shipments that are coming in. Get them loaded and distributed to our dealers."

Good, I need a break from Arielle. She has been suffocating me, and I need to get away from her.

"A car will be at your place first thing in the morning. Be ready."

"No problem, boss," I told him, downing my drink the server had just brought.

I looked around the club, seeing if I could find a quick piece of ass. A few tables over was a gorgeous brunette standing there, checking me out.

"If you’ll excuse me, I see something I want." I quickly bowed my head to Michael and went over to the girl.

A few hours later, after several more drinks and a few dances, I was outside with Coco, balls deep inside her.

"Oh, my f*****g God!" she screamed out loud as she orgasmed. "Your c**k is so f*****g good!"

"Damn girl, I want to stay inside you forever," I growled as I came inside her.

"Rodney, what the f**k do you think you are doing?"

I heard a familiar voice shrieking.

I stopped f*****g Coco to look over and see Rosita standing there with a couple of her friends, watching me pound this girl from the club.

"Are you f*****g serious?" She scolded me, coming up to us. "You told me I was the only girl allowed to f**k your c**k. Here you are f*****g some skank you picked up from the street."

"Excuse me?" Coco asked her, jumping off my c**k and pulling her dress down. "You better watch who you are calling a skank, you nasty cunt."

I stuffed my hard c**k back into my pants, enjoying these two girls fighting over me.

Rosita walked up to me, slapped me across my face, then punched Coco in the face.

"b***h, you can keep him," she told her. "And Rodney, if you are going to continue f*****g other girls, then let Arielle go."

She turned and walked away, her friends consoling her.

"Who’s Arielle?" Coco asked me.

Fuck! Why did Rosita have to open her big mouth?

"A f*****g nobody," I told her, pulling her to me, kissing her deeply. She gave me her number, and I told her I would call her when I got back to town. Right now, I need to get home and get some sleep. Maybe Arielle is dead by the time I get home.

Half an hour later, I walked into the apartment, and Arielle was still lying on the floor where I left her.

"Get the f**k up!" I yelled at her, kicking her in the side. She moaned but didn’t wake up. "ARIELLE! Wake the f**k up!"

I kicked her harder, and she cried out in pain in her sleep, but not waking up.

Fucking cunt!

If she wants to lie there on the floor, then she can stay there.

I packed a small bag for a few days in Jersey and went to bed. Hopefully, she will get up in the middle of the night and come to bed. If she is a good girl, I might f**k her before I leave.

Morning came, and Arielle was still on the floor when I got up. What the f**k is wrong with her?

I took a shower and got dressed when my phone went off. The car was downstairs.

I went over to Arielle one more time, hoping I could get her to wake up. I kicked her in the side again, and she moaned again.

"f*****g die there, b***h!" I told her, kicked her one more time, and left for Jersey.

For the next couple of days, I inventoried the newest shipment and called our distributors to pick up the product. Also had a shipment of guns come in, and I had everything shipped to our warehouse in the Bronx. Just as I finished up, I got a phone call from Lorenzo, the captain of the Mafia.

"Get back here," he tells me. "They have arrested the boss."

"For what?" I asked him.

"Racketeering," he told me. "I need your help keeping everything running smoothly."

"I will be there in a few hours."

I finished handling the guns, assured they were loaded, and shipped them to the warehouse. The car took me back to the apartment so I could quickly change before I met Lorenzo. I walked into the apartment, and it was eerily quiet.

"Arielle!" I yelled, wondering if she was still there. I walked into our room; she was gone. The only thing that remained was the blood on the carpet where she lay. I searched the bathroom and the guest room to see if she was in either room, and she wasn’t.

"Where the f**k is that dumbass?" I thought to myself as I walked into the closet.

I turned on the closet light, and right away what caught my attention was that the safe was open. Also, the drawers on Arielle’s side of the island were opened, and she emptied some of them.

"f**k!" I panicked, running to the safe. Glancing inside, I noticed right away that some of the money was missing.

The worst part, the ledger is gone!

The b***h left me!

That is all right. We will find her, and I will make her pay for stealing from me. But I had to make a phone call.

"Where the f**k are you?" Lorenzo yelled into the phone when he answered.

"Enzo, we have a problem," I told him.

"What the f**k now?" he growled.

"Arielle is gone, and some of the money and the ledger are gone," I told him. “Put a hit out on her.”