Angel consumes Barrett's every thought. Her face was a constant presence in his mind, blocking out all other concerns, even though Angel crashed his siblings' joyous double wedding and left him bleeding on the floor after he took a bullet for her amidst the chaotic gunfire and screams of terror.
In the fog of grief following her husband's death, Angel remained oblivious to her father's manipulations, grooming her unsuspecting son, Steele, for a life of crime. But with her father imprisoned, his callous second-in-command, Numbers, has taken over, his presence heavy and controlling. Angel doesn't want Barrett's or Numbers' help. All she wants is to leave town with Steele before he becomes a member of Lucifer's Renegades, her father's one-percenter motorcycle club.
Will Angel escape with or without Barrett's help? Can Barrett find her before they hurt her?
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Angel's body jerked. "Where am I?"
Barrett gently rolled her onto her back. "You're with me, in my bed."
"Barrett, why are you in bed with me?" Angel stared at his bare chest. Barrett had taken off his shirt to sleep, but kept his unbuttoned jeans on. He usually slept naked, but hadn't wanted to freak her out. "You promised you'd sleep on the couch."
"I was." Barrett ran his thumb over her cheek. "Until I heard you moaning, and I wanted to make sure you were okay. Are you hungry? Do you need anything?"
"Not what's poking me in my thigh," Angel squirmed.
With his fingers on her neck, Barrett felt her racing pulse. He didn't think she hated the thing that was poking her thigh, but he wasn't about to argue with her.
Romantic Tropes: Enemies to Lovers, Romantic Suspense, Protector, Steamy with Explicit Language, MC, Single Mom