Page 77 of Angel

He pulls back, his t-shirt soaked with my tears. “He won’t get away with this, you hear me? Bullet’s already getting a location on him, and Venom scored us a license plate number from the motel.”

“You think it’s that easy?”

He smirks. “I do. Fucker was stupid for coming after you. Trust me on that.” I do trust him. I trust him with my life, but I won’t let him do this. Not for me. “Now, get some fucking rest.”

I smile, nod, and leave his office. Tequila waits for me, leaning against the wall. “Hey.”

“Hey.”

“That looks like it hurts.” She points to the bruising on my face.

“Which part?” I laugh, but wince from the pain.

“Here…” Tequila hands me two aspirin and a vodka. “I know, totally bad to mix the two, but your kidneys are the least of your worries right now.”

“Thanks.” I down the pills and throw back the drink. “So, you don’t hate me?”

Her smile fades. “Hate you? I could never hate you. You’re my other half, my sister, my twin, remember?” She nudges me with her elbow, but then goes silent. I know it’s coming… I disappointed her too. “I can’t wait until our boys find the asshole who did this to you. He’s going to pay, Angel. For everything he’s put you through. He will pay.”

“I don’t want anyone hurting themselves over me. They have no idea who this man is. He’s powerful, and he will stop at nothing to find me, even hurt the people I care about.”

Her concern is overwhelming. “Are you forgetting our guys are just as powerful? We’re a family. We protect one another.”

She may be right about our guys. They are a force to be reckoned with. But no one has a fucking clue…

Venom

We sit and wait for everyone to gather in church. I already talked with Wrench, who’s working on finding Victor. He’s going to pay for putting his hands on my girl, for forcing her to stay. For not giving her a damn option. Ha! My girl. She’s not my girl. Stop calling her your girl.

“Brother, you good?”

“I just really need to find him, so I can put a bullet between his eyes.” I’m already a killer, so why stop now?

“Yeah, man, I know. Didn’t you say the Chains were working on it?”

“Yes, but I don’t feel like waiting.” I toss my glass of whiskey at the wall. “Fuck!” I told Wrench about the shit that went down with the Chains. I trust him, and I know he’ll have my back—the very reason I’ll make him my VP once we start the meeting. But right now, all I can think about is strangling that motherfucker.

“Don’t worry, we’ll find the son of a bitch.”

It’s time to make this official. “All right, everyone, listen up. Scorpion is gone. Out of the picture. He’s no longer President of this here club. Where’d he go, you may ask? Let’s just say he’s never coming back.” I light up a cigarette. “Now, if you make me your President, I will run this club how it’s supposed to be ran. And I promise you fucks… we will be a brotherhood, one that doesn’t get involved with shit like trafficking. So, with that being said, yay or nay to me being your President—and I want Wrench as VP.”

Whispers sound, and someone calls out already. “Yay, brother, I would be honored to have you as my President. And yay to Wrench.” More “yays” fill the room, and when the final man throws up a hand, I can’t help my stupid smile. This is my club now. My brothers. My real brothers. I’d be lying if I said this didn’t warm my cold fucking heart. This was what I wanted. What I needed.

So, why do I still feel so incomplete?

Two days. Two fucking days, and I can’t stop thinking about her. Even if I wanted to, it’s just not possible. I fly out of bed, grabbing my boxers and ready to head for the shower, when my phone rings.

Jules. What the fuck? Why would she be calling me? Panic rips through my chest. “Jules? What’s wrong? What happened? Is Angel okay?” I know… I know in my gut this call is about Angel.

“I-I think she’s in trouble. She went after Victor herself. I wanted to call you first, before telling the guys. I don’t know what or if anything is going on between you two, but I think she needs you.” Did my heart stop? She went after him herself. Has she lost her fucking mind? I was supposed to be the one to kill him for all the pain and hurt he’s caused her. Me. Not her. Fucking me. “V-venom? Are you there?”

“Yeah, I’m here. Got an address for me, babe?” After I plug the information into my phone, I race out the fucking door.

I just hope I’m not too late.

TWENTY-SEVEN

Angel

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