good. Don’t come back here unless you’re feeling ready to meet your fucking maker, asshole.”
I hang up.
Then I throw my phone at the wall so hard the screen shatters.
I can’t go out and confront Angel the way I want to.
I want to walk out and throw her over my fucking shoulder, drag her into my office and force her to tell me everything.
Who is taking her money?
Why is she fucking flinching?
Why the hell is sleeping on a fucking doorstep a reasonable option to her?
I’m fucking enraged so I make probably the first good decision when it comes to Angel and I leave her the hell alone for the night while she dances.
At first, I put the warning in my gut down to feeling shitty over Angel’s shit but as the night stretches on I know something’s up.
The curse is handy like that.
Sure, I’m probably cuntstruck but I also can tell when shit is going down.
I know before my phone starts ringing that something is happening.
Something is very fucking wrong, something in this town is about to go off and fuck knows what the hell it actually is but I feel like I'm going to fucking puke.
The door to my office bursts open and Rue’s face is fucked up. “You feel it too, right? I’m not going fucking nuts, am I?”
I mean, we could be wrong. There’s so much shit going on in the fucking club at the moment it could be paranoia but the fine tremble in his fingers on the door handle tells me it's not.
Something is happening.
Something fucking bad is happening.
I get the camera feed of Angel dancing on my screen but she’s fine, just gotten out on stage and there’s security fucking everywhere around her.
She’s safe.
"Call Poe. Call Poe and I'll call Keely.” I say and he nods, the phone already halfway to his ear.
"What's up?" she answers on the first ring.
"You okay? Where are you?"
She hums under her breath. “I’ve just gone on my break at work. Are you okay?"
"Yeah, just stay safe. Something is happening."
She hums again. "The curse singing to you? I'll keep an eye out, baby."
I hang up and immediately call Hawk’s number.
Voicemail.
Fuck everything.
I turn to find Rue talking to Poe, mumbling a few threats about keeping her ass at home and I get back to calling down the list.
Trink is in a bitch of a mood but fine.
Speck doesn't pick up.
Hellion doesn't either.
I grab my keys and start out of The Boulevard, yelling over my shoulder at Axe to keep the place locked down. He frowns at me but nods, solid in the orders. I don’t want to leave Angel but Axe isn’t on my fucking watch list and there’s something happening.
I try Hawk again and this time he answers. "Where the hell are you?"
I get my ass on my bike, leaving the helmet tucked in the bag, and jerk my head at Rue. "Something's going on, Speck and Hell aren't picking up. Mom's fine, and Trink and Poe. Have you got eyes on King?"
He grunts, "Yeah, and Lyn but Law was helping Speck with the bar today. He wanted extra green for the hog he's trying to buy. King can feel it too, get your asses over to the bar. We’re on our way too.”
Jesus fucking Christ. I'm on the road without thought, the motorbike flying underneath me and Rue coming in hot behind me. It's a fifteen minute trip between the clubhouse and the bar, we make it in eight.
"What's the plan here?" Rue says, and I shrug.
"Shoot first, ask questions later."
My phone buzzes in my pocket and I check it as I swing off of the hog.
Angel just got off the stage. I’ll keep her in your office until her next dance. I’ll keep her safe, brother.
Fuck.
I didn’t realize Axe had noticed my fucking obsession but I guess I’m not as slick as I thought. I have to just fucking pray he isn’t one of the rats and I haven’t just left her to fucking die.
My heart is fucking screaming in my chest.
I'll need to come to terms with the fact that she was my first fucking thought when the feeling hit my gut, that I only called Keely first because of habit.
I wanted to call Angel.
Fuck.
The bar is closed for the fix up so the parking lot is empty, except for Hell’s hog and Speck’s old truck. He must have given Law a ride over here.
Something tightens in my chest but I try to talk myself down. They're