The concert had been a terrible bust for Abel. He tried to enjoy himself but every time he found himself getting ready to enjoy his favorite band.. she'd laugh, or sip her drink, or accidentally catch his eyes, and he'd feel that nagging feeling from in class earlier eating at him. He really hated the girl. He really did.
And what made it even worse.. she didn't even notice him. Not once. She just enjoyed the stupid band, the stupid drink she hadn't even finished by the time they left. A coke. Cherry. From what he remembered. God, the fact he remembered her flavor of soda pissed him off so damn bad.
And now to top off the terrible concert, Abel was stuck in the middle of nowhere. His brother had left after goodbyes and his bike was gone. Someone had stolen his fucking bike and so help him when he found who did it he was gonna bust their fucking face from brow to chin.
"God fucking DAMN IT!" He growled, kicking a metal trash can that went flying across the empty parking lot and landed at the feet of Abigail Morgan. God, of course. OF COURSE!
"Stop fucking looking at me!" Abel growled at Abigail as he turned his back to her. She didn't have a right to see his life falling apart. Bitch would probably laugh!
"Well, I was gonna offer you a ride home or my cellphone to make a call since it seems you're stranded.. but since you are in such a lovely mood. Never mind." She turned her back to him, sliding in her car. She flipped on the head lights, shining them on him. And she couldn't stop staring at his back as he paced. Which made her feel bad.
She gave her horn a beep and popped her head out the window. Damn her and her need to help the needy.
"Let's go. I got curfew at one and it's already eleven thirty!"
He grumbled, bitched and groaned and moaned from what she could hear before he slid in the passenger seat.
Abel had always hated cars. But right now, he especially hated them.
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They both sat in silence as Abigail drove, incredibly slow. He swore she was worse than a granny driving. He wanted to scream hit the gas, but refrained. Instead, stared out the window, trying to ignore the annoying as shit country music playing.
Abigail's eyes kept flashing to her rear view mirror. And after seeing the car behind her for the sixth time in the last half hour she knew it. She was being followed. And she knew exactly why.
Abigail quickly leaned over, grabbing Abel's seat belt, yanking it over him an clicking it in place before he could even register what was happening.
"Don't bitch. We got company."
"What?" He asked, feeling a jerk against the back of the car, a tap from the car behind them. He twisted in his seat and saw the bright glares of the lights of the car behind them. Signaling the damn thing was way too close.
Abigail pressed hard on the gas, twisting the wheel completely, and heading down a dirt road.
Abel's body slammed back against the seat and he gripped the roof just to keep himself settled, even just a little.
What the fuck? Where did Polly Anna learn how to drive a cage like THIS? She was turning effortlessly, like it was part of her, like Abel's bike was part of him.
"What in the fuck.." Abel said out loud as Abigail slid in an out between two trees, the car behind them still on their trail. "Wanna tell me what the fuck is going on? When did YOU learn to drive this way.. and why are you.. and who the fuck is behind s?"
"I learned years ago when I learned how to drive and got into street racing."
Did her ass just seriously say street racing?
"And I'm not exactly sure who's behind us but whoever it is is probably pissed at my daddy and that means I'd rather they not get their hands on me."
Abel just stared, his eyes never leaving Abigail's as she twisted and turned quickly in and out of things in her way, before finally making it onto a main road and ditching the car behind them.
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"Daddy," Abigail called as she ran inside the mansion door.
Abel was still trailing slowly behind, in awe of the girl's home. She was rich, and it wasn't the type of rich like celebrities in Hollywood, no, she was rich in the old royal families type of rich. The stuff lining the walk way alone was older than America. He was sure of it.
"Daddy!" Abigail called again as a door at the end of the long hallway opened and a man stepped out of it.
"Abigail," Maurice Morgan called as he shut his office door.
"Men were following me. I barely got away this time."
This time? Abel thought as he stood awkwardly at the end of the hallway. How many times had she been followed? And why? Did someone want ransom that bad?
"That's it." Maurice barked, his hand waving at a man standing near the back french doors Abel could barely make out from where he stood. "You are going back to Italy."
Italy? She didn't have an accent. Had she been living in Italy? Maybe that's why Abel hadn't noticed her before.. because she was always back and forth.. maybe?
"No!" Abigail cried, backing up away from her father. "You promised me.. you promised I could stay for an entire year. ONE whole year! My SENIOR year! I'm not going back to Italy. I can ditch them. I have every single time. I'm fine. They are probably just playing games to get to you anyways."
Maurice and Abigail both turned as the french doors flew open and a man was being dragged in by two larger meaner looking men. They tossed him into another room and whispered something to Maurice before the door was shut. Abel could only stare.
"It's taken care of, princess. Now go to your room and... who is this?" Maurice asked, his eyes finally registering Abel at the other end of the hall.
"Aaron... I gave him a ride home tonight and he got caught up in all this crap.."
Abel's eyes flicked to Abigail. Did she REALLY not know his name? The bitch! However, his eyes flipped back to Maurice just as quickly when he saw the old bastard staring.
The way Maurice stared at Abel made Abel's back stand taller. He didn't like someone looking down at him, especially not no rich ass old man who didn't know a thing about him.
"Well, he can leave. Jeremiah, take the boy home."
"No," Abigail said, her voice filled with panic. "I need to talk to him first."
Abigail turned her back to her father, grabbing Abel's hand, yanking him toward a big spiral stair case.
Abel tried to resist but the petite girl yanked harder, and something felt right about following her, so he did.
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Abigail shut and locked her bedroom door behind her, walking toward a large stereo on one side of the room.
Abel had expected the prissy girl from earlier's room to look exactly like it did. Bright pink, polka dots, and basically screaming she was a girl. But he didn't expect the large TV with a playstation 4 and a wall practically covered in games. This girl was seriously one surprise after another.
Abby flipped the radio on, turning it up loudly, yanking at her high heels and tossing them on the ground with no regard to where they landed. Another surprise. He thought for sure she was one of those girls who'd worship shoes like a God.
"Listen to me," Abigail said, grabbing at Abel's face, forcing him to look away from her video game collection and look directly at her.
He swatted at her hands but she kept her hold on him.
"You need to climb down the balcony and never return. Do yo got me?"
Abel wasn't sure why she was being weirdly cryptic.
"Why?"
"Don't ask me why. Just do it and don't complain.. go." She started shoving at him and Abel followed out onto the balcony without knowing why. He normally never listened to anyone. Especially not some bossy rich bitch.
She leaned over the edge of the balcony and looked back at Abel. "They are switching shifts.. so hurry and go."
"No, tell me why."
"GO!" She cried when there was a loud knock at the door.
"I said go!" She shoved hard and Abel didn't move a muscle.
"I wanna know why.."
"I'm so sorry I brought yo here. I shouldn't have. I didn't think. Please just go.. because if you don't go.. my father's guard will kill you to keep you quiet. What you saw tonight is a problem. A huge problem..."
Abel stared for a minute before he heard the pounding at the door again an finally decided to slide over the side of the balcony. He hopped down, running across the large grassy backyard to a gate he easily glided over.
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Abel came into the front door of his grandma's, still unsure of what the hell had happened back there. Was he dreaming?
"Abel," Abel turned quickly, and saw his brother.
"Fuck, asshole, don't sneak up on people!"
"What took you so long to get home?"
"I have no fucking clue, Thomas. My bike was stolen.. I got a ride from Abby.. who was followed, she drove like a God damn NASCAR driver and somehow I ended up at her dad's and she said he wants me dead because I saw him taking some man in a room.. a man I think he might be offing... Or.. I think I might've smoked crack.. that might be more real than this ride I dreamed up."
Thomas' eyes widened and he shook his head.
"No, no, you aren't dreaming. Abel, Abby's dad is a mobster from Italy. Do you not read the newspaper? He just returned to town to attend to business... if you are on his shit list, brother, we have to tell the club."
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Abel just sat there as Thomas turned, it was the first time his brother had ever discussed the club, or wanted to call a meeting.. and it was to make sure Abel's bacon didn't get shot off. What in the hell had happened tonight?
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After Thomas told the entire table everything he knew, Chibs sat forward, staring at Abel, nodded and told the boys to go.
The boys walked out, shutting the chapel door behind them and Abel looked at his brother.
"What do you think he's gonna do?"
"I don't know. But I think it's gonna get ugly." Thomas said, looking over at Gemma sitting at the bar, making phone calls. Probably to other charters.
The chapel doors busted open and Chibs, Tig and all the rest of the crew came piling out, telling Gemma it was lock down and nobody got out or in.
"What are you guys doing?" Abel asked.
"Don't yo worry about that, boy." Chibs said, giving his pseudo nephew a tight shoulder squeeze. "We are taking care of it."
Thomas however set Abel on edge when he returned from the back and had a look that said trouble all over.
"Thomas.."
"I overheard Tig telling a prospect what to do.." Thomas said. "They're gonna kidnap Abigail and keep her till Maurice agrees to leave you alone. If he doesn't.. they'll do what needs to be done."
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Abigail quietly snuck down the staircase, coming down the hall and to her dad's office.
She pressed her ear to his door, listening as much as she could.
"I don't want a fight with the local MC but he can't let loose about Tony to the cops if he decides to be a good little boy... not when his dead body will be in the streets by morning. He dies tonight. Shoot up the clubhouse and his home. I don't care who else goes with him. Just make sure Abel Teller is dead."
Abigail backed up, slamming right into Jeremiah.
"Now, now, Abigail, eavesdropping is not nice."
Abigail shoved at his fingers digging into her arm.
"Let me go!"
He pushed her inside her father's office, slamming her a little too roughly into a chair across from her father.
"She was eavesdropping in on you and Ralph, boss."
Maurice stood, waving his hand at Jeremiah to go, as well as Ralph in Italian, before he crossed around the desk and leaned down to his daughter.
"Is this true?"
She said nothing. Which prompted Maurice to grab her face and yank her closer by her chin.
"Answer my question, Abigail."
"Yes, father."
He sighed, yanking Abigail up by her arm and dragging her down the long hall.
"I want her taken back to Italy tonight. No if's, and's or but's about it." He told Jeremiah as he practically tossed Abigail at him.
"No!" Abigail cried, fighting against Jeremiah's rough hands.
Maurice didn't look back as he disappeared in his office and his daughter was dragged out the front door into the pouring rain.