5

I slowly make my way back inside the bar, the bottle of Jack still firmly placed in my hand.

Most of my brothers seem to be  having a great time. Club skanks sucking or f***ing some of my brothers. Smoke, alcahol and music blaring.

Thor our club Pres is walking up the stairs, Pixie trailing behind him. I can see the sadness in her eyes as Pres leads her up the stairs.

I should feel something, anything. Pixie has wanted me for the past six months, she has literally been throwing herself at me, wanting me, but I feel nothing. My head and heart void of any emotions towards her.

My lips, hands and body still tingling where Angel's body and hands were mere minutes before. She is all I can think about. She is all I really care about. For just a short moment in time, gone are the demons of my past. She has replaced those emotions with something more.

I finally feel like I can breath again, like I can have hope again. Something I thought I would be destined to be without.

I scan the crowded bar room looking for Angel and Chris, but all i see is Chris sitting on his own. I make my way towards the table where Chris is sitting, nursing a bottle of beer. The look on his face is one of utter defeat. I wonder what could've happened to make him look that way.

"Where is she?" I ask not wanting to make small talk. All I want is to hold Angel in my arms again. To be with her till the sun comes up.

"Who?" Chris says sneering up at me.

"Don't fuck with me bro, you know who, now where the fuck is she?" I say slamming the half empty bottle of Jack down on the table. Trying to reign in my temper.

The club falls into silence and all eyes shoot to us.

"She's going through some hectic shit bro, she doesn't need you fucking with her head"

"But she can fuck with mine, is that it brother?" I say breathing erratically. "Look, there's something there bro, I can't explain it" I say sitting down almost defeated.

"You know more than anyone Chris, how it's been for me since Blair and Pascal. There's this connection between Angel and I, I can't explain it bro, she touches me and my whole body sparks to life and it's like an addiction I want to have more of her. No I need to have more of her"

"Seriously brother, that sh**ts deep, you seriously need to talk to Mel dude, you guys have some serious  sh*t to discuss." Chris says.

"She's at the motel just outside of town, room 403 bro, take care of her okay and be careful. She's delicate right now"

Thanx bro, laters" I say fishing my bikes keys out my pocket then heading out the door. I am coming Angel. I am on my way.

I run up the stairs and get to room 403. When I go to knock the door slides open just a bit, and my heart rate rises, what the fuck is going on here. I grab the gun from the back of my jeans and push the door open.

The lounge is ransacked but I hear a noise coming from the bedroom. Gun hoisted in the air I step closer to the room. Whoever did this is still here. I hear a man talking loud and then Angel whimpering in pain.

My anger has risen ten fold. What the fuck is going on in there. I silently push the door ajar and see Angel tied to the bed naked. There is a man talking on the phone.

"Yes boss" he says closing the phone and throwing it on the chair by the window. He turns to Angel and starts loosening his belt.

"What Victor doesn't know, won't kill him. Fuck baby I have wanted between your thighs for far too fucking long. He wants you dead, just wants his fucking money and the shit you have on him first. So now I am going to fuck you till you tell me where it is."

I push the door open further. I have heard enough.

"Over my dead body" I say before pulling the trigger and seeing that fuck fall on top of angel. I rush over pulling the dead fucker off of her. Blood splattered everywhere.

"It's okay Angel I am here now, I got you Angel, I got you". I loosen the ties that have her bound to the bed and just check her over to see what damage that prick has done.

I place a call to Thor. We need cleanup and a van. Angel needs to see Doc Hennessey and quick. I grab a gown and cover her up as best I can.

"Baby, who was that guy? What have you gotten yourself into my angel?" I say Wiping blood and tears from her face.

Five minutes is all it took to have Chris, Thor, Slade and the prospects here for cleanup.

Angel is in my room with Doc, Chris is by my angels side. Thor is standing next to me trying to get me to talk, all I can think about is how I found Angel, naked bloody and almost raped. What the fuck is going on with her, what's the fucking story.

Doc comes out the room closing the door behind him.

"How's Angel doing Doc H?" I ask full of worry and concern.

Doc H, just exhales, his shoulders slumping in.

"Look boys, there's no easy way to say this, that girls been through some shit, a broken rib, torn lip, she has been severely beaten. She has a black eye. Luckily she wasn't .... you know"

"I have wrapped her ribs, cleaned her up somewhat and knocked her out, pain meds and antibiotics are next to the bed. She not to be moved for a few days"

"Can I go see her Doc H?" I plead. My heart is beating in my throat.

"She is knocked out, Chris is still in there, yes, she should be okay from here on out, call if you need me" Doc says slapping me on my shoulder before walking away.

Thor looks at me with concern.

"Brother, are you okay? What's going on?"

I have no idea on what to say. So I just shrug my shoulders and respond.

"I have no fucking idea Pres"

"Church in an hour, we need answers, and we need them yesterday" Thor demands and walks off to his room.

I open my door and walk in closing the door behind me. When I walk closer to the bed, seeing the state of Angel, tears role down my cheeks and I fall to my knees. Crying into my hands.