“Angel get out of here!” I yell to be heard over the rapid gunfire.

“No,” she screams back walking towards one of Snake’s men who’s trying to retreat. He’s out of room, and he’s walking backwards towards a part of the compound fence with his hands held up in surrender. But the movement in Angel’s walk suggests she doesn’t give a shit about the surrender or the fact he’s out of bullets; she’s an Angel walking through hell’s fire. She tilts her head studying him before shrugging and putting a bullet straight into his heart. A Russian starts shooting at me and I start firing back. I can’t f**king watch my back and watch Angel’s. Fuck, there are still eight men shooting at us all, some hiding behind some of the bikes and cars. I finally take out the guy shooting at me and I search the compound parking lot looking for Angel. I spot her running towards Dizzy who is being hovered over by another Russian. Winter lifts her gun and starts firing at him. She misses twice before putting a bullet into the back of his shoulder. He whirls around aiming at her as she runs towards him. I lift the gun to shoot, but as I do, he goes down. I look up to see Sniper. He’s taken him out.

Smokey’s hit in the arm as he was struggling to get a new clip in, he grits through the pain and snaps the clip in and takes aim at the motherfucker shooting at him. The guy goes down as his jaw is blown off. As my vision takes in everything, I notice there are no bullets flying at me, my guys are literally covering me. I start taking out the shooters one by one while their busy shooting at my brothers. When the gunfire stops, you hear nothing but sirens wailing in the distance.

“Angel,” I roar.

Where the f**k is she? My heart feels like it’s just stopped. My blood has stopped flowing; my breath has stopped entering my lungs.

“Over here,” she yells and my breath picks up again. I look in the direction her voice came in and I see her squatting over Hammer with her hand against a bleeding wound.

I run over there and sigh in relief because it’s just an arm wound. “Fuck,” Hammer shouts as she squeezes more pressure against his arm.

“Well it’s bleeding a lot,” she says undoing his belt and bringing it around his arm. She looks to me with blood covering almost every inch of her body. “It’s not going to be easy keeping my father’s men off me. I’m gonna have to be smart about what I say.”

I groan as the cops, ambulances and fire trucks roar to a stop outside of the compound gate.

30

Even though I have most of the local cops in my pocket, they still do a thorough interrogation. Since Winter’s father Vlad Belov was indeed a Russian Mafia leader, they deem the whole massacre self-defense. But that isn’t what is worrying Angel. She’s worried about what the mafia will do. She doesn’t know if they are pissed off at her, or if they will be able to find another leader. When I asked her which way she thought it would go, she said to flip a coin because it actually is a fifty, fifty shot. Dizzy’s wound ended up being a deep flesh wound. The Breakneck ladies went back to their chapter after their questioning was over. Of course, the cops told them not to leave their county for the next few weeks just in case they needed to answer more questions.

The news channels have been hitting Angel hard for interviews, and she keeps declining. She left a message on someone’s phone about needing a call back. She’s taking it as a bad sign because whomever she called isn’t calling her back. Right now, my Angel is sitting on a stool in front of the remembrance case just staring at the photo of her and Lana. I want to get copies made of the picture; she says she has hundreds of pictures. This one is just different. She said she feels closer to Lana this way. I assume her ashes in the urn behind the picture are what she means by different.

Tatiana is sitting on the couch with Berry when Shadow comes in saying there is a kid here for her. I look at the monitor and recognize Haden right away. If ZZ sees him, it’ll be hell to pay for the shit that little f**ker pulled on his daughter.

“I don’t know why he’s here,” Tatiana says to herself as she gets up to walk outside. I follow because let’s face it, this club has seen enough drama and bloodshed to last us for a while. If ZZ is feeling trigger happy…, well let’s not think about that. Shadow and Berry follow us too. I know Shadow likes Tatiana, I just don’t know how much and I worry about that. A brother falling for a daughter hasn’t been done in my MC before. Don’t know how that would f**king flow.

“What in the hell are you doing here?” Tatiana asks Haden.

“I miss you… ugh can we talk alone.” He cowards out.

“No… this is my family. I tell them pretty much everything.”

Good girl Tatiana. She isn’t falling for this little douchebags shit.

“Fine, I want you back,” he says standing tall.

“What a shame because I don’t want you back.” She laughs out, picking at her nails as if she’s bored, but I know little Tat, and she is very much enjoying this shit.

“Baby,” he whispers trying to be suave.

“Oh give it a rest. You need to go. Bye Haden.” She gives a little wave as she walks away.

“You heard the girl; get the hell outta here,” Shadow demands.

“What are you? Her new toy?” Haden laughs trying to knock the blow of rejection down a notch.

“Do you see this man’s cut?” I ask.

Haden’s eyes narrow as if he doesn’t give a shit and that just further pisses me off. No respect. “You have two seconds to get the f**k off of my compound,” I say and the dude still doesn’t move. I get out my knife and start twirling it around in my fingers. This of course works. Why does violence always have to be the reasoning behind everything? Haden leaves smoke trails as his ass high tails it outta here.