Angel's Halo (Angel's Halo MC 1)

Olive green eyes narrow on her brother. “No, I’m not. Now with Hawk here you don’t need me. I made plans when you said I could have the night off, and I intend to keep them. So get your lazy ass up there and help Colt. He could use a break.”

Hawk grabs her arm before she can turn away. “What kind of plans?” he demands before I find my voice to ask myself.

“There’s a party,” she tells him. “I’m going to go act my age and get shitfaced before I head home with a hangover. See you tomorrow night.”

“Rave!” Hawk calls after her when she pulls free and heads for the door. “Rave, where is this party?”

“I didn’t ask.” She walks faster. “Night.”

“I don’t fucking like this.” Hawk gets up to chase after her. “Felicity has been in a piss-poor mood lately and it’s hard to tell what those two will get into to prove a point.”

I pick up the bottle of Jack Daniels and take another mouthful before I follow Hawk out the door. The rain has slowed down and I get out the door just in time to see Raven burning rubber out of the parking l

ot. Hawk cusses viciously, his cellphone pressed to his ear.

“Where the fuck are you taking my sister tonight?” he demands. “This isn’t a game, Flick! You are only punishing yourself with this shit and pulling my sister down with you.” I stand beside Hawk while he listens to whatever Felicity says before he starts cussing again. “Fucking hell, Flick! Blame Jet. This is his fault, not mine.”

He hangs up, pulling his keys from his pocket before he even notices me. “Well, you coming or not, Bash?”

“What’s with Flick?” I ask as I climbed into the passenger seat of Hawk’s red 1970 Plymouth GTX, only one of the many muscle cars the Hannigan’s collected.

Hawk rakes a hand through his shaggy blond hair. “She isn’t taking the whole Jet thing very well. There are … complications.” His tires squeal as he pulls into traffic and follows after Raven’s Challenger. “Felicity isn’t in a good place right now.”

The Felicity Bolton I remember had been a pretty good girl. She was going to college. She wasn’t into the whole MC scene, despite her mother having been a part of it. Her mother had been a mama, letting the club pass her around from one member to the next. Felicity had been the product of it, and to this day no one knows who her father really was. The only one that could have been eliminated was Max Hannigan, who had always been faithful to his wife.

So why is she so messed up over the whole issue with Jet?

“I’m telling you this because you’re the president. You rule us, man … Shit, I don’t even think Flick told Raven, and you know those two tell each other everything …” He doesn’t even touch the brakes at the stop sign, just shoots through.

Even though Felicity is a few years older than Raven, they’re best friends and had been from the moment Raven could talk. If she’s not sharing something with Raven, then something’s definitely up.

“Flick and Jet … Shit, I guess it was a thing. I don’t know what the fuck it was, man. Jet didn’t want her to have to deal with the club bullshit so he kept pushing her away. Then Flick told him she was pregnant.” Hawk grunts when I start muttering curses. “Yeah. So he decided to do the right thing. Make her his. The Originals were all for it. They love Flick. Fuck, man, I’m pretty sure that one of them might even be her old man.”

I don’t know if I believe that, but there’s always the possibility. The Originals had been hardcore in their days. Some of them still are.

“Jet dragged his heels though. Too fucking stubborn to follow through right away … Then Westcliffe followed Flick home from school one night.”

My gut clenches and I can only guess what came next. Westcliffe had been one of Jet’s closest seconds, but I always felt a little off about him. Then he had gone rogue. Turned his back on the MC, our rules, and our values. I close my eyes as Hawk continues. “He didn’t rape her, but he beat her pretty bad. She lost the baby, maybe even the chance to have another one from what the doctor told me when I got to the hospital that night.”

My eyes opened at that. “You? Not Jet?”

“Jet went a little crazy. Called me to deal with what he couldn’t handle. That’s the only reason I know.” Another stop sign we blow through, headed out of town. “Westcliffe disappeared for a while. Took off for a warmer climate. Jet stayed drunk for about two weeks.”

“So Flick and Jet …?”

“Flick told him to go fuck himself … and Jet … Well, you know about Jet.”

Yeah, I know about Jet. Six months ago Jet had beaten Westcliffe to death in front of five witnesses. Two weeks ago Jet was sentenced one to five years for manslaughter. The jury had been sympathetic asking the judge to include time served for the six months he’d already served. If all goes well Jet will be a free man in a matter of months, but he can’t remain president of Angel’s Halo while locked up.

That’s why he called me from prison.

Chapter 4

Raven

I’ve never been to a frat party, but as I walk through a house I had never been in before with my best friend in the world, I see the similarities to Angel’s Halo parties.

Sex on the lawn where anyone can—and does—watch? Check. Passing around drugs? Check. Rock music blaring from every room making the windows and floors vibrate? Check.