“Fuse,” I start.
“Already on it, brother,” he says knowing what I’m going to ask.
“Carson, can you go back out there and hang with Lyrica?” Chains asks gently.
“Yeah, I can. She’s helping me with my sketches anyway.” Carson shrugs as he makes his way to the door. “Prefer to be outside with my skateboard, but that’s back at the house.”
I make a note to get one of the prospects to go get it for him since neither he nor Angelina will be going back to that fuckin’ house.
Knowing why she is living like that, pisses me off. I might be pissed as hell but after reading that letter, if I get her back, I’m not letting her get away. She was mine a long fuckin’ time ago and I don’t think I ever let her go.
“Got an idea of where Ballard took Angelina, and for the record, money was easily traced, the money was put directly into an account going to the Callaghans,” Fuse says the moment Carson closes the door.
Motherfucker.
“We’ll get to that later. Let’s worry about getting her back from this Ballard fucker first,” Ryder snarls. After what his ol’ lady went through it’s probably hitting close to home having seen the blood at Angelina’s.
“Sending the coordinates to your phones,” Fuse mutters as we all stand.
“Right then let’s go. If this fucker has anyone with him, he’s in for a rude awakening. Whether or not she’s the mother of our brother’s son, she helped my woman bring River and Brook into this world,” Chains states. “Plus, no woman deserves to be harmed in anyway.”
“Prez, I’m saying this right fuckin’ now, Angelina will always be mine even if I’m fuckin’ pissed as a motherfucker at her for what happened. I at least know now what the fuck happened back then,” I growl, clenching my fists at my sides.
“You claimin’ her as your ol’ lady?” Lynch asks, quirking a brow.
Meeting my brother’s gaze then my pops, I nod my head. “Yeah, Lina is my fuckin’ ol’ lady.”
“Then let’s go get her,” Chains states, moving for the door.
Inwardly my head is screaming at me in denial of what I just claimed but my heart, which I thought was dead, overrides all negative thought.
Following my Prez out of church, I head for the exit. I don’t stop as I go but I do nod to Carson. “Be back with your mamma,” I tell him seeing the worried expression on his face. I’m going to bring her back no matter fuckin’ what. No boy should be without his mamma.
It takes a little over an hour for us to get to the location Fuse sent to all of our phones. As we grow near you can see smoke in the distance. My gut tightens with unease.
Don’t let us be too late.
Rounding the curve, we pull up to a building that’s burning bright into the setting sun.
Putting the kickstand down, I climb off, starting for the burning building thinking she’s in there when Tyres stops me with a hand on my shoulder.
“What the fuck?” I snarl, spinning on my VP.
“Look to your right, brother,” he snaps narrowing his eyes as he points in the direction.
Tilting my head to follow his finger, I don’t see it at first but as I do my heart stops.
“Angelina,” I roar, taking off at a dead run in her direction.
Dropping down to the ground next to her, I gently roll her over onto her back and reach out to check her pulse. It’s still there.
Thank fuck.
“Need to get her to the hospital,” Tyres says.
“Can’t do that. What if this Ballard fucker finds out she got away?” Chains asks.
“Let’s get her to the clubhouse, I’ll see if I can help her,” Pipe says kneeling down next to me. “She took one hell of a beating. I’m gonna call a friend of mine who works at the VA hospital in New Orleans.”
“Right, prospect, bring the cage over here,” Chains yells.
Placing my arms underneath Angelina’s prone form, I scoop her up as I stand. “Shit, Carson wasn’t lying, she’s fuckin’ lighter than a feather.”
With eyes on Angelina, I place her on the back seat of the SUV that Steel drove behind us. Once I close the door, I look to the prospect. “Take it easy with her in there, but stay with us,” I mutter.
“I’ll make sure she doesn’t get hurt any more than she already is,” he says, nodding his head in understanding.
“Good,” I growl.
“Let’s get the fuck out of here before anyone else shows up,” Breaker states.
Without a backwards look knowing she’ll be right behind us, I head to my bike. I feel like shit for not riding with her, but if I don’t take this time to calm down on the way back to the clubhouse, I’m going to lose my shit and that won’t be good for anyone, including myself.
No, right now I need to keep that from happening. For everyone around, but mostly for Carson and Angelina.
Chapter Eight
Angelina
“She’ll be okay. The skin will be tender from the bruises and slight burns, your woman will start to feel better once they subside. I’m unable to confirm whether or not she has any broken ribs without an x-ray, my guess would be she has at least one or two from the looks of things.”
Who the hell is that talking?
“She able to get in the shower when she wakes up?”
“I don’t see a problem with it but she needs to take it easy and not irritate the burns so no scrubbing at her skin.”
The voices continue speaking but I can’t hear them so well. I try to open my eyes but as I do all I see is complete darkness. My breathing immediately begins to increase as my head thrashes on a pillow. Lifting a hand to touch my face, I’m stopped
