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“I know, princess. I love you too.” My voice cracks as the words come out. I do love her more than she’s ever realized.
She pulls out of my embrace and looks me dead in the eye. “No, Luck. I don’t just love you for being my best friend in the entire world. I’minlove with you. I have been for as long as I can remember. I’ve gone about this the wrong way for so many years because I was scared someone would end up getting hurt. But in the end, weallgot hurt. We’ve been reckless with our love. I’ve been a mess watching from the sidelines while you guys lived your life and I just came along for the ride.”
“You weren’t just along for the ride, Angel. Youwerethe ride. Life with you is a fuckin’ rollercoaster, the ups and downs. None of us would be able to get through any of it without you by our side. You make each of us better and together we are unstoppable. The pact we made was dumb, but we were just kids and couldn’t think of any other option,” I breathe.
“I’m scared I’m going to fuck this up and lose all of you,” she says as a tear slides down her cheek.
“That shouldn’t be a concern for you. We’ve spent our entire lives together and for the life of me I can’t figure out why we haven’t thought of this before now. Sharing you is the only way we all get to keep you and our friendship intact. It’s the only reasonable option here. I mean it’s what we’ve already been doing this whole time minus the sexual benefits. I’d rather share you with my best friends, my brothers, the men I trust wholeheartedly than see you fall in love with someone else and walk away from us. Losing you isn’t an option. At least for me it’s not.”
My mouth collides with hers frantically, as if the world would end if I waited one second to feel her soft lips against mine. Kissing Angel is the best damn thing I’ve ever done.
Her lips part to let me in as my tongue glides through her opening. I need to taste her. To breathe her in. To make her mine and leave my mark on her soul.
Just as I slide my free hand up to her breast making her moan out in pleasure under my touch. My damn sister barges through the door right when things are heating up.
“Gross! Stop fondling my half-dead friend, you perv,” she yells out childishly.
Why are sisters so fucking irritating? Someone please explain that to me.
“Cockblock,” I whisper into the side of Angel’s head. We both chuckle.
Angel’s hand moves under my chin, turning me back to her. She kisses me again, then pulls her lips away from mine to respond. “Your friend is very much alive, thank you! Now get over here and give me some love.” Angel turns to give me a sly wink before Cassie hops in the bed with us to snuggle with Angel.
“I wanted to be the one to break up this love fest. Angel, you have a whole crowd of people waiting in the hall to see you, including the police.” Cassie looks toward the door stoically.
I have the rest of my life to show Angel how much I love her. Right now, it’s time we got answers.
Chapter 6
Dante
Oneweek.That’showlong I’ve been going out of my mind. The rage inside me has been consistently pumping venom into my veins with no escape. With every day that passes, I’m turning more and more into Gabriel, letting revenge drive my every action.
Angel and my father are laid up in the hospital, both of them fighting for their life while this sick bastard still runs free. Both clubs are on a manhunt with Royal and myself leading the pack.
The Reapers tried their damnedest to convince us that King wasn’t responsible for the shooting. The chief of police has always been on the Reapers’ payroll, he doesn’t even try to hide the fact that he’s been in King's pocket for years. I don’t need concrete evidence when I know there isn’t another soul on this planet who would hurt Angel other than King.
Gabriel has a mile-long list of enemies, sure, but not Heaven. The Reapers that are loyal to King tried spinning the ‘collateral damage’ excuse, but that shit didn’t fly with anyone, especially me and the guys. We know better. King's hatred for Angel runs deep for whatever reason. If you ask me, I think it boils down to jealousy. He’s jealous of the bond we have with her. That’s the only explanation in my mind.
He had an opportunity to take out both my father and Angel, so he took it. He got his ass beat, but that wasn’t good enough. He should be six feet under by now, but every lead we have turns up empty.
I look over at Royal who’s sound asleep in the driver's seat of the truck he borrowed from one member of the Reapers. We figured rolling up on our bikes wouldn’t be conspicuous enough for the stakeout we are currently on. After days of coming up short, we were finally able to get a name for the guy Royal had shot and we are parked down the street from his house in San Diego.
Royal described the guy as looking like a crackhead, a druggie, but the houses in this neighborhood are easily million-dollar homes. We found out he works for the cartel selling skins, among other things. I guess selling your soul pays a pretty penny. If the information we received is correct, this guy is sitting on a small fortune courtesy of the Castro Cartel.
Royal’s phone starts to buzz, waking him from his nap. Neither of us has had a decent night's sleep in a while. We’ve been taking shifts watching this place, but so far no one has come in or out.
“Angel’s awake. Check your messages,” he says with a sigh of relief. I pull out my phone to see the message from Lucky.
Lucky:
Our girl is responsive! She’s in and out of it but she’s coming to, thank God.
I quickly type out a message and hit send.
Me:
Any update on Gabriel?
