Guardian Angel (Angel's Halo MC 3)

They had been here, but were they safe?

Who the fuck had been in that ambulance?

Bash didn’t even bother to put down his kickstand before he was off his bike, letting it fall behind him as he grabbed hold of the first person he could. “Where the fuck is Raven?”

The man, dressed in a paramedic’s uniform, blanched when his eyes met the flashing lightning coming from my prez’s eyes. He swallowed hard, but didn’t hesitate to speak. “Blonde girl?”

“Yes,” he snarled. “Where is she?”

“W-we’ve had two unconscious blondes. One was rushed to the hospital with multiple injuries as well as possible internal bleeding. The other is starting to come around and is being treated at that truck over there.” He lifted a shaking finger and pointed to the fire truck at the back of the parking lot.

Every club brothers’ eyes went straight there, but even from here I could see that the blonde wasn’t Raven. Narrowing my eyes, I saw Bubbles, who was sitting up while a paramedic examined her. She was bleeding and looked dazed as fuck, but she was alive. Oh fuck! Where the hell was my sister?

And where was Gracie?

“Raven.”

Bash dropped his hold on the man and raked his hands through his hair. When he turned to face me his eyes were wilder than I’d ever seen them. My own fear for my sister escalated. Internal bleeding? Did that mean she was going to lose the baby?

“What the fuck is going on?” Jet roared as he came up behind me. I glanced at my older brother and had to repress the sudden urge to take a step back. “Where is my sister? Where is Raven?”

“Hospital,” I rasped out through a tight throat. “Go,” I told him. “Find her.”

Bash was shaking as he ran back to his bike. He lifted his overturned bike like it were a little toy instead of a heavy steel machine. I had a sudden fear of him wrecking as he and Jet burned rubber getting out of the parking lot. I wanted to go with them, and was glad when I saw Colt and Raider following quickly behind them, but I had other things to deal with.

Like finding my female and making sure she was safe.

“We have another one down!” someone called out. My eyes zeroed in on the man that had spoken. I doubted that I’d ever ran so fast in my life as I dodged one person after another to reach the paramedic that was crouched over a still figure lying on the ground.

As I reached them my heart stopped. It was Gracie, and she was lying motionless on the ground. The medic waved something under her nose and she moaned before crying out. “Raven!”

I dropped to my knee

s beside of her, pushing the paramedic out of my way so that I could get to her. “Gracie,” I whispered, burying my face in her smoke scented hair. “Fuck, baby. Oh God. Oh fuck.” For the first time since I was a little boy I felt tears stinging my eyes. She was safe. Oh God, thank you, she was safe.

Hands tangled in the shirt under my cut and held on tight as she lifted her tear-filled eyes to mine. “Raven. She was hurt. I don’t know where they took her but she was bleeding.”

“Bash and my brothers are on their way to the hospital now.” I kissed her lips, quick and hard, needing to taste her.

She jerked back. “I got sick. I threw up.”

“Don’t give a fuck.” I kissed her again then pulled back. “What happened, baby?”

More tears began to spill over. “I got here and smelled smoke so I called 911. They told me to stay outside, but I heard Raven screaming. I had to go in and make sure she was okay.” She swallowed hard, her wet eyes closing, but that didn’t stop the tears from falling. “That other girl was on top of her, beating her with brass knuckles—is that what they’re called? Whatever, I don’t care. She was beating her badly and Raven was trying to fight back but she was mostly trying to protect her stomach.”

Rage began to take the place of the fear I’d been feeling until I’d found Gracie. Bubbles had been hurting my pregnant sister? For fucking real? I would deal with that later, but first I needed to know the rest. “Bubbles set the fire?”

Gracie shook her tangled hair. “No, it was Samson. He was behind the bar breaking bottle after bottle and stoking the fire. But he wasn’t paying attention to what he was doing and he got trapped.” She swallowed hard, her face turning green like she might be sick again. “I knocked the blonde off of Raven with a chair and pushed her off Raven, but she wouldn’t wake up so I started dragging her out of there. But Samson…” She swallowed again and pulled back a little as if preparing to vomit again. “Samson caught himself on fire and started screaming. The smell…” Again she swallowed. “They brought him out a little while ago and said he was still alive, but I don’t know how. His skin was all black and looked like it was just hanging from his bones.”

Fuck, Gracie had seen something like that? I didn’t know how I would have handled seeing a man burning alive, but I knew that it wasn’t going to be good for Gracie. She was a strong female, but I didn’t know many men or women who could have dealt with something like that.

“I think they have him in the other ambulance, but it’s still here.” Her wet, aged-bourbon eyes went to the ambulance still sitting in the parking lot. “Is he still alive?”

“I don’t know,” I told her honestly. I didn’t care if he was alive or dead right then anyway. If he were dead, then good riddance; and if he was alive, he wouldn’t be for long. I would personally make sure that if his burns didn’t end him, my bullet between his eyes would.

“Willa and Lexa are still at home,” Spider muttered from behind me. “I just called her and let her know what was going on. I’m going to head over there and make sure they are okay before I head to the hospital and check on Raven.”

I carefully climbed to my feet and helped Gracie stand. She leaned weakly against me. “Okay, man. Be safe.”