Angel's Halo: Guardian Angel by Terri Anne Browning Page A

her was Kevin Samson. Less than a day later she had an all-new danger to contend with.
    I leaned into the car and found her purse on the passenger’s seat and her phone on the floor. I turned off the car and slammed the door shut. Raking my hands through my hair I bellowed to the dark sky, “He’s fucking dead!”
    The sound of approaching bikes had me stiffening, wanting with everything inside of me for it to be Harley coming back, but I knew it wasn’t. He must have used his truck or some other cage, because he wouldn’t have been able to take her on his bike.
    I turned to find Bash, Spider, and six others coming to a stop several feet from my own bike. “Any idea where he would take her?” Bash asked the men beside him, and I tried to concentrate on which of my club brothers had come to help, anything to calm myself down enough to think clearer.
    Raider, Matt, Tanner, Uncle Jack, Razor, and Trigger had come from the bar while Spider and Bash had come from my house. Tanner took off his helmet. “He wouldn’t dare go home. That would be extremely stupid and Harley wasn’t usually stupid.”
    “Did you guys cull out all of Westcliffe’s followers when Jet went inside?” Bash looked from Uncle Jack to Spider.
    “We were confident we had gotten them all,” Spider’s voice was low and rough, a very dangerous sign. The enforcer was at his most dangerous when he used that tone of voice, but there was no way in hell that he was taking care of this.
    I was going to handle Harley, not him.
    “Harley didn’t follow Westcliffe,” Trigger’s deep voice rumbled. “But there’s always been something off about that boy. Gets too obsessive over things. I should have kept a closer eye on him when he got so heated over Hawk showing up for lunch with Gracie today.”
    Uncle Jack’s eyes were glassy, showing how upset he was, but from the way his jaw was clenched I knew he was thinking. I turned my full attention on him as he pulled out his hunting knife and started scrapping the tip under his nails, a sure sign that he was considering someone’s end. “There’s a place just outside of Creswell Springs. Abandoned, secluded. Belongs to the university, but its worth a look.”
    I didn’t hesitate to get back on my bike. Bash split our group up, sending Razor, Trigger, and Tanner searching any possible haunts that Harley was liable to hole up. Raider and Matt he sent to Harley’s house. “Search it. I want to know what he’s been doing behind closed doors recently. When you’re done, if we haven’t called you, help Razor, Trigger and Tanner.”
    Uncle Jack led the rest of us across town and outside of the city’s limits. We all did twice the speed limit, but it felt like we were moving in slow motion. My heart felt like it was going to explode in my chest, my lungs struggling to take in oxygen. I prayed for the first time since I was a kid, praying that we would find her and that she would be whole once we did.
    When we stopped in front of an old, run-down building I knew that we hadn’t found the right place. There was no sign that anything in or around the building had been messed with in years. Cobwebs hung from the broken windows; there were no tire tracks, no glimmer of any lights coming from inside the abandoned building.
    It took everything in me to not start freaking out. My female was in danger, and I had no fucking clue where she was.
    Spider pulled his phone from his pocket and put it to his ear. “Yeah?” All eyes turned to our enforcer. His black eyes were narrowed in the headlights from our bikes. “What did you find?” When he said nothing for a long pause, but just continued to listen to whoever had called to check in, I had to grip the handlebars of my hog to keep from reaching out and snatching the phone from him.
    “Watch him. If he moves, you jump his ass. We’ll be there in ten.” He put the phone in his pocket. “Trigger checked Jack’s parts warehouse. His truck is behind the