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

Moose nods twice and that’s the end of it. I’m just as pissed off as Hawk is, but I’m not going to hold a grudge over something that’s all my fault. I should have told Raven before I had made her mine. I should have just picked up my daughter and hauled ass back to Creswell Springs, made the three of us a family instead of running away like the coward I am.

I turn my focus on the run we’re doing tonight. Hawk is throwing out orders, glancing my way for confirmation from time to time, and I nod my head. This is his show tonight, and I’m only there to show my support. I would have burned the frat house down myself if Raven hadn’t calmed me down the night before. I was so enraged I could have killed that fucking pretty boy jock and then burned the place to ashes then and there.

When everyone is briefed and given their jobs for the night, we ride out with Little John, the cager, leading the way, driving our war wagon full of all the supplies we needed tonight. I ride at the back of the pack with Colt, Raider, Hawk, and Spider right behind me.

There’s a party going on at the frat house. Not surprising. Frat houses are a lot like a club. They have wild parties every weekend, but this party won’t stop us. If anything it’s going to make this even more interesting.

We park our hogs half a mile from the house and pull our black bandanas on over our faces. With us wearing our colors there’d be no denying that it had been Angel’s Halo that committed the crime. With our faces covered and the chaos that will ensue, there will be little evidence of who’s present and who’s not. Plausible deniability.

Criminals, we may be. Idiots, we fucking aren’t.

I pull my hair into a low pony tail and tie a second bandana over the dark locks. “Light it up, boys,” I call as we neared the house from the east. “I want this place engulfed and our asses halfway home before I hear the sirens.”

Devilish chuckles fill my ears at my command, and I grab a milk jug full of gas and start pouring it over the back porch. This house is old. It’ll go up in no time. We don’t see anyone outside as we continue to douse the house in gas, kerosene, and diesel. When our jugs are empty we just leave them to melt when the fire starts.

Five minutes later, as we all watched from a good distance away, Hawk loads his cross bow with an arrow that has an old rag tied to the tip. The rag is soaked in diesel. Spider flicks his lighter and the rag ignites instantly. A minute later, the arrow crashed through a window in the frat house.

A few screams greet our ears and then the smoke starts bellowing from the broken window.

“Let’s ride, boys!” I pull my bandana off my face and turn toward my bike. “I think we’re done here for now.”

Hawk stands for just a minute longer until the explosion of the first set of windows blowing out from the heat and pressure echoes in the distance. I nod at him and he climbs onto his bike.

The sound of the sirens in the distance greet us as we reach the city limits. The long way home has never been so amusing before. Evil smiles are on each member of Angel’s Halo as we pull into the parking lot of our warehouse.

Some of the sheep are already waiting on the guys. After a run like this, where adrenaline is high, dicks get hard. I ignore the females and go up to my office. It’s nearly three in the morning and my head’s pounding. The excitement of the run has nothing on the shit I’m feeling over Raven.

I pass Colt, already stripping a new sheep near the pool tables. Raider’s on one of the many couches, two females already fighting over who gets to blow him. Spider’s nowhere to be found, and Hawk is hot on my heels as I climb the stairs to my office.

Either he’s really pissed at me or he’s really into that Gracie chick.

/> I drop down into my chair behind a desk that’s covered in invoices and Christ only knows what else. The whole room’s dusty and needs a good cleaning from top to bottom. I bet that no one has even been in the president’s office since Jet had been arrested.

Turning in the chair, I face Hawk. He’s still standing, barely looking around the room that had once belonged to his brother and his father before that. The room probably holds too many memories for him. Fuck, it holds too many for me as well. But there was no way in Hell I’m going to stay downstairs for the orgy that’s already starting. If that gets back to Raven I’ll lose my balls.

“Raven was downing vodka when I left,” Hawk informs me.

I clench my jaw. Raven can drink with the best of them. Her drink of choice has always been Jameson. Good Irish whiskey. But vodka? That shit is her kryptonite. She can drink it all night and not feel it. Until the next morning. Then the hangover emerges … along with the bitch from Hell.

“I’ll talk to her.” I assure him.

“Fuck right you will!” Hawk explodes. “You should have told her about that kid when you started messing around. Instead you left it too long and now my sister is an emotional mess. Do you know how hard it is to get Raven to this point, Bash? It’s near fucking impossible!”

If it had been anyone else talking to me like that I would have already torn his head off. But it’s not. It’s Hawk. A man that’s family to me. A man that I want as my brother-in-law. So I don’t call him on it. “I love her, Hawk. I’ll fix it.”

“Fix it now!” he roars, slamming his fists down on the desk. Papers scatter across the room, dust flying in all directions. “I will not sit around while my baby sister has her heart ripped out for the second time. You thought Jet was bad? Fucker, you will be begging for his mercy by the time I finish with you. President or not!”

Before I can open my mouth Hawk is gone. The office still vibrates from the force of the slamming door as he storms down the stairs and out of the warehouse.

Muttering a curse, I picked up a glass motorcycle paperweight and throw it against the opposite wall. Fucking Hannigans!

Raven

We’re out of Snapple Apple.

That only pisses me off. How can I drink my Grey Goose without my Snapple Apple? I pick up my keys. I’ve finished one bottle and am a third of the way into the second. There’s no way I can finish without my favorite fruity drink. There’s a convenience store five miles down the road.

“Where are you going, Raven?”