“Pyro,” I warn. “Brother, don’t f**king go in there alone.”

But then my cell goes quiet. He’s hung up on me.

“Angel, now,” I roar.

“I’m right behind you,” she says as I turn around and see her taking the safety off her gun.

“You’re gonna shoot your tit off,” I say grabbing her free hand dragging her.

“Better my tit because if I can’t get the safety off, and someone shoots me and there goes my head.”

Why the f**k does she talk like that?

“This shit is bad, Angel.”

“Vy ponyatiya ne imeyete,” I respond. “You have no Idea.”

I break every traffic law there is speeding towards the house. I hear the thunder of other bikes rolling up behind us and I peer back to see my brothers right on our tail. Angel squeezes me with her thighs in a silent thank f**k gesture, but when we pull up the long driveway and see nothing but Lana’s, Eagles and Pyro’s vehicles; we know something bad awaits us.

“No… no… no…,” Angel cries hopping off my bike.

I’m hot on her trail as she flies through the house without checking it first. I search the house looking for her and when I find her, she’s staring out through the glass patio door before flinging it open.

“Moya sestra,” she screams. “My sister.”

When I reach the patio doors, I almost get sick. I can’t believe this happened in just a few minutes. Blood is staining the pool water red as Haley’s body floats face first in it. I gulp, looking over to see Eagle’s head stuck on a tiki torch with his body on the ground next to it. Who the f**k are these people? Killing a f**king innocent pregnant girl and sticking someone’s head on a stake like it’s the f**king dark ages and shit. I hear Winter crying and my eyes find her bending over a limp Lana, who Pyro is rocking back and forth in his arms with blood all over him.

“Fuck!”

I take off running and when I reach them, I see Lana gasping for breath, staring Angel in the eyes.

“Don’t,” she gasps. “Let him,” she gasps again. “Win this time.”

“Lana nooo,” Angel cries as her eyes stop blinking and her breathing stops. I hear a gurgled cough. I look to my right as Angel’s and Pyro’s heads snap up. We see a big Russian trying to crawl away.

Pyro goes to stand and Angel stops him.

“Don’t,” she says standing. “Stay with her.”

Angel takes the gun out of her holster and slowly walks over to the guy trying to get away. I do nothing but walk with her. She’s pissed. This is her own family killing people she loves.

“Well if it isn’t my father’s defender, Aleksey,” she growls as she kicks him in the side where his wound is. “Seems he left you here to die.”

She looks to the sky before taking a deep breath and pointing the gun at his head. It wasn’t a move to contemplate things; it was a move as in she was thinking of what to say.

“It’s a sad thing that I grew up calling you uncle. But guess what?” she coos bending down closer.

“Ne budet ni raya, tol’ko diya vas ad,” she speaks before putting a whole clip into his skull. “There will be no heaven for you, only hell.”

She’s never coming back from this shit. Her father killed the first man she ever loved. Snake and PP raped her and cut her up. Now her father has killed the only sister she’s ever had, along with her pregnant friend. My Angel no longer sees white; she sees only red.

She reaches into her back pocket, pulling out her cell phone and dialing a number she has to think about for second.

She puts the phone on speaker as it rings.

“Govorit’,” A voice says into the phone. “Speak.”

“Vy ubili moyu sestru,” Angel says angrily. “You killed my sister.”

“Ona byla ne krov’,” the voice chuckles back. “She was no blood.”

“I’m going to find you, kill you and then–” she says in English before returning to her native tongue, “–ya sobirayus’ kopirovat’ vashi imperiyu ottsa kloch’ya,” she finishes. “I’m going to rip your empire to shreds father.”

“Oh doch’ moyey russkoy printsessy,” he laughs. “Oh daughter, my Russian princess.”

Angel hangs up the phone before allowing him to say anything further.

“I blocked the call. He can’t call me back,” she croaks. I walk over and hug her tightly to me. She was staying strong on the phone. She may be able to kill someone who has wronged her, but she fiercely loves and she’s not made out of stone.

“He killed her Braxx,” she cries into my chest.

“I know baby, I know.”

Fuck, what do I do? I got a pregnant woman floating dead in the pool, a decapitated man with his head on a f**king tiki torch and my woman’s best friend lying dead in my best friends arms.

“I shouldn’t have stopped at the f**king club first,” Pyro roars to the sky.

I can’t tell him that the outcome might have been different if he’d skipped looking there first because that would be lying and he knows that.

“I have to make calls, baby,” I whisper.

This f**king bloodshed is too large for my guys to help. I have to call the cleaners, and I f**king hate that shit. I slowly release Angel from my grasp and she walks back over to Lana and kneels down.

I dial the cleaner’s number and shut my eyes as it rings in my ear.