// NO ONE EXPECTS AN ANGEL TO SET THE WORLD ON FIRE. //
Riley McKenna is fresh out of rehab following her sister's brutal death, and decides to come home to her brother and the motorcycle club (MC) that raised her. But she's only back with one missi...
Riley "don't play games with a girl who can do it better."
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"Riley!" Grizzly barked at me. I was on stage, practicing on the poles next to Sawyer. The girl with blonde curly hair and pink streaks I first met here at XXX-capades. We had gotten close since my time in Bastard shutdown.
Sawyer muttered, "shit Rose. you're in trouble." She climbed up the pole, shooting me sympathetic eyes. I waved at her over my shoulder, seemingly unbothered. I checked my phone as I walked towards the bar.
From Wolf: come home please babe. God just fucking stop this.
From Trace: I believe you. I get it. Let's figure this out. Brynn raised me too.
From Dallas: shit is so fucked right now. I really need my best friend. I'm scared.
From Angel: I'm here baby. Whatever you need, come to me. Please. please, Riley.
I sighed, shoving the phone in my back pocket. I didn't have time for it.
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"You summoned?" I snarled at Grizzly, still hating his guts.
He glared at me, rolling his eyes. "Yeah, Shooter wants to see you in his office." My gut rolled.
"Okay..." I paused, coming behind the bar and towards him. I leaned in close, grabbing a bottle of Jack from over his shoulder. He cringed away from me and I loved it. His repulsion to me brought me great joy these days. I was doing something right.
"Before you go," he snarled, an evil glint in his eyes. "Can you hook me up with you sister?"
I paused, raising an eyebrow. "You into fucking corpses or something? No living girls will touch you? Don't blame them." I joked, but it felt like he stabbed me in the chest. Fucker.
"Mmmm. As tempting as that sounds, I'm talking about that very much alive, little sister of yours. I saw her out today with those two dudes you always gang bang. Wolf and Angel?" He started laughing like a hyena, pleased with himself.
I gritted my teeth, turning away from him. "As if a McKenna would ever touch you. Get fucking bent."
"Oh they've touched me alright, baby and still will!" He called after me as I stormed into Shooter's office.
He was in there with Grizz's brother, Cherokee. Cherokee stopped talking, standing from his bent over position above Shooter's shoulder.
