Salvation (Angels Halo MC Next Gen 1)

The MC president’s face tightened, and I suspected that his brother-in-law was throwing some serious shade at him. Muttering vicious curses under his breath, Bash turned on his heel and walked back to his motorcycle. Bellowing those same curses up at the sky, he threw his adult tantrum while I stood there with the other men.

“Should we be aware of who the special investigator is?” Hawk asked, ignoring his brother-in-law.

“I don’t even know who it is,” I told him honestly. “It’s better for everyone if no one is aware of who they are, so they aren’t getting added attention drawn in their direction.”

“Understandable,” he said with a nod. “Whatever you find out, though, we would appreciate it if you kept us informed. And if you need anything, just say the word. Someone will make it happen.”

“And him?” I lifted my chin in Bash’s direction. “Do I need to watch my back with that one?”

“You want to fuck his daughter. What do you think?” Smirking, Hawk thrust his hand forward. “Don’t worry about the father-in-law. He will come around. We did after he snuck around with our baby sister for fuck knows how long. This is just karma coming back to bite him in the ass.”

As I shook Hawk’s hand, I tightened my grip around it and asked the one question I’d been aching to know all week. “How is Lexa?”

His brows pinched together. “You haven’t spoken to her?”

Releasing his hand, I stepped back with a shrug. “She blocked me. I haven’t spoken to her since before she left.”

“She’s good,” Jet answered for him. “She will be coming home next Sunday.”

“That’s more than another week away.” I swallowed my groan, wondering what the fuck I was going to do until then. I needed to hear her voice, damn it.

“Son, a week ain’t nothing. You’ll survive.” Nodding his head at me, Jet walked over to his bike.

The other two followed, but I stood there, waiting, knowing this wasn’t over.

Seconds later, Bash proved me right as he stomped back to me and poked me in the chest with his index finger. “I won’t stand in your way anymore, but it’s her choice. If she wants you, she can fucking have you. But if she doesn’t, you respect that and leave her alone.”

“Yes, sir.”

“And you come to me if shit gets too tight with Campbell. You might not care what happens to you, but people in this town already know about you and Lexa. That puts a target on her back if Campbell wants to go after you.”

Fuck, I hadn’t even thought of that, but I should have.

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nbsp; “If he even looks at her wrong, he’s a dead man,” I vowed, my voice laced with all the rage that wanted to be given free rein.

Bash relaxed slightly, his blue eyes assessing me thoughtfully before he dropped his hand and stepped back. “You break her heart, I’ll break your neck,” he warned before walking away.

As the four bikers rode away, Jenkins slapped me on the back, a smile on his wrinkled face. “You won that war, boy. Now what are you going to do?”

“Wait for my woman to get back so I can tell her she’s mine.”

Chapter 9

Lexa

“Are you sure you feel up to taking all of this on, honey?” Mom said as she handed over the keys to all the companies she took care of.

For as long as I could remember, Mom had kept the books for all the MC businesses. From Uncle Spider’s tattoo shop to the construction company owned by my dad’s cousin Tanner and his wife, Jos. That included the Hannigans’ bar as well as Dad and Trigger’s garage.

“Mom, I’ll be fine,” I assured her as I bent and hugged her.

From the moment she’d gotten home from the hospital that morning, she’d been trying to do everything all at once. It had taken Dad carrying her to bed—and Uncle Jet and him standing over her threateningly to keep her there—to get her to take things easy like her doctor had said after her full hysterectomy the day before.

Since she’d agreed to her doctor taking everything, we’d been told that the risk of her cancer cells spreading was low, but she would still have to undergo chemotherapy treatments. Dad and I had been relieved it was only three sessions, until Dr. Weller said they were the strongest treatments possible.

Which meant Mom was most likely going to be so sick, she wouldn’t be able to work for a while. After talking it over the night before, I told Dad I wanted to take over more of Mom’s responsibilities. Which included the accounting books for the other MC-run businesses—at least, the legit businesses. I knew there was no way any of them was going to let me look at the books that weren’t supposed to exist.