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

My brothers and their friends would fit right in here …

Yeah, okay. That’s a big load of shit. My brothers would chew these prissy-looking frat boys up and spit them out.

I’m bored out of my mind here. Felicity doesn’t look any more excited to be here than I am. So we grab a bottle of tequila and two clean shot glasses and are now in search of a private place to get drunk off our asses.

We end up in the living room on the second floor of the frat house. Three couches fill the room and two of them are occupied with couples in varying stages of sex. The third has a couple on one end making out. Figuring this is our best option, I drop down beside of the guy who has his tongue down the throat of the busty redhead who’s sitting on his lap dry humping his brains out.

Felicity flops down on the couch, already unscrewing the top of the cheap bottle of tequila. We hadn’t been able to find salt, or even limes, so we shoot it straight. It doesn’t bother me any. I might only be nineteen, but I’ve been drinking hardcore for longer than anyone in my family probably realizes.

The first shot burns all the way down, sitting like a fire pit in the bottom of my stomach. I don’t grimace as I wipe a drop of the clear liquid from the corner of my mouth with the back of my hand. “Another,” I urge Felicity as soon as she has caught her breath from her own first shot.

I swallow two more before Felicity can even bring herself to down her second. My life is going up shit creek without a paddle lately, and this is the first time I’ve let myself sit down and really take a breather. I desperately need to unwind.

Another shot down, and I’m starting to feel the effects of the alcohol. Leaning my head back against the couch, I turn my eyes on Felicity, who’s peeling the label off the tequila bottle. “I miss my brother.”

Jet had been the one to always take care of me. He had been the one that made everything seem right with the world. Even before our father died, Jet had been looking out for me. He always made sure I had everything I needed, giving me everything I wanted. But it’s not just because he spoils me rotten that I miss him. Jet and I are close. I feel him down in my soul.

I haven’t seen him in six months. Even when his trial was happening he refused to let me go. He doesn’t want me to see him like that, and part of me understands. The other part just wants to hug my brother.

Felicity sighs. “Me too,” she confesses with a pained look on her pretty face.

I see that look and my heart squeezes for her. I’m not blind. I knew, even if everyone had tried to keep it from me, that something had been going on between Felicity and Jet last year. When Westcliffe attacked Felicity, I wanted to kill the bastard myself. Jet shouldn’t be sitting in a prison cell right now because he’s done humanity a favor and beat that degenerate to death.

Since then, Felicity has changed a little. Not in a bad way, at least not to me. My once shy, reserved friend is now more daring. She’s been telling the world to go fuck itself for months now, and I kind of like it. But knowing that Felicity is doing it because she’s been so damaged by Westcliffe—and I suspected by my brother as well—makes me ache for her.

I take the bottle from her and pour us another shot. Felicity doesn’t even grimace this time as it slides down her throat. “Bash looked good tonight,” I tell her, trying to turn her attention from her own problems to mine. I don’t normally talk about Bash to anyone, not even Felicity, but I know Felicity will focus all her attention on my issues and not have to think about her own pain. If I could give her a little peace from her own inner demons, even for a moment, I’d gladly put my feelings about Sebastian “Bash” Reid out there.

Felicity snorts. “When did Bash ever not look good, Rave?”

“Shut up, Flick.” I toss the top

of the tequila bottle at her. “You know what I mean. He looked like he hasn’t been spending the last year dying without me.” While I’ve slowly been wasting away inside knowing that he left me and hadn’t bothered to look back.

“Guys fucking suck,” Felicity mutters. “They don’t know a good thing even when it stands right in front of them and slaps them in the face.”

A female squeal has us both turning our heads to find the redhead is now shirtless and her bra already half off. I roll my eyes and try to ignore the couple. I’m used to this kind of shit. My brothers had stopped caring if I saw the sex at their parties when I turned sixteen. Sex is a natural thing, after all. As long as their men don’t touch me, there’s no problem.

Apparently the dickwad with the redhead on his lap never got the memo about Raven Hannigan being hands-off. I can’t really blame the guy. He’s high as a kite and probably doesn’t even know who Raven Hannigan was. So when he grabs my hair and starts pulling my head back thinking that just because I sat beside of him I’m up for a threesome, I try to untangle myself without much fuss.

When he pulls harder, becoming demanding, I grab his hand and yank his pinky finger back until I hear it snap. He pushes the redhead off his lap, an outraged scream coming out of her mouth. He’s so high he doesn’t even feel the broken pinky. Assuming that I’m only playing hard to get, he grabs my arm with his free hand and jerks me against his chest.

“Stop,” I yell in the guy’s face, finally getting a good look at him. He’s not so bad to look at. Short hair styled in a faux hawk, strong jaw, nice straight nose, and thin lips. His hazel eyes are glazed and bloodshot from whatever he’d been smoking tonight, and his shoulders are wide and leanly muscled. He’s not wearing a shirt, and the tattoo on his left pectoral tells me he’s in the fraternity.

Instead of listening to me, he lowers his head trying to kiss me. I grab a handful of his hair and pull his head back. “Back the fuck off, asshole!”

“Rave?” Felicity’s hesitant voice reaches me as I struggle to keep the guy’s lips away from me. His hands are doing all kinds of roaming. It’s a challenge and he’s freakishly strong in his stoned state.

“Busy here, Flick!” I tell her.

“Come on, baby.” My captor says in a husky voice that’s supposed to be sexy. It just turns my stomach. The hand that’s not in my hair moves down and squeezes my ass.

The sudden growl that fills the room is feral and does something unexpected to my stomach. I know who it had come from even before I turn my head and see him standing in the doorway.

Silver-blue eyes shoot bolts of lightning at the boy holding me against my will. And yes he was a boy. Every guy in the house was a boy compared to this beast of a man. Just looking at him makes my panties wet, even when my heart cracks in my chest.

“That’s it, baby. Give me that sexy mouth.”

I almost forgot about the jock that still had a hold of me. Taking me by surprise, he pulls me flat against his chest and lowers his head before I can stop him.