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Roman's POV

This trip out east is finally over. I can't wait to get back to the clubhouse. After 6 hours on this bike, I'm exhausted. I wonder if Sasha's at the house, I forgot to tell her I was coming back today, shit. Oh well, it's not like I'm not always in trouble for something.

Drew and the prospects we brought along with us pull onto the OUtlaw compound and I coast on my bike until we make it back to the clubhouse. After shutting my engine off I pull my helmet on and stand up to stretch. I definitely need a rubdown.

"Let's go Angel Jaymes," I heard as I set my helmet on my bike. I turned towards the house and time stood still.

She was back. Angel was standing there, walking through the lot like she didn't up and leave five years ago.

She always said she never felt like a real blonde, and I guess now she's gone and dyed her hair. She was perfect before, but now… fuck.

I watched the wind catch her hair as she and Alexa walked arm in arm to her car. Even after all these years, I could watch her all day.

"Welcome back, brother," the club's treasurer, Aleistar Black said as he pulled me in for a hug. We got patched in right around the same time when we were still kids. We, along with Dean, all grew up together.
"Hey man," I said.
"You see your girl?" he asked, pointing to where Alexa's car had been parked.
"Yeah… I mean, no! She's… she's not my girl," I said, hoping he hadn't heard my initial response.
"If you say so, man… Prez wants to see us. Time for Church," he said as we headed into the chapel, the room where club meetings were held. I followed him down the long hallway as I reminisced about my Angel.

8 years ago

"Come on, you totally cheated. I know for a fact, you rigged mine and Dean's ATVs," The twins' dad hooked us all up with ATV's during spring break one year and we all decided to race to the top of the huge hill by Outlaw Lake. Angel had always been a daddy's girl, so riding was her thing. I knew she didn't cheat, I was only messing with her.
"I only messed with Dean's," she confessed quietly. I looked at her confused.
"Why?"

She turned to look at the lake and sighed. I walked over to her just as she whipped her light blonde hair over her shoulder. Why did I wanna kiss the freckles on her collarbone so bad?

When she turned to look at me, I guess she didn't know I had stepped closer to her and ended up wrapped in my arms. She looked up at me and her eyes sparkled like arctic pools.

"Ro-".
"Shhh," I whispered, cutting her off with my lips. I felt hers react a moment later, and soon I was holding the base of her head and her jaw, exploring her mouth with feverish excitement.

I heard her moan in my mouth and I swear my dick twitched. I reluctantly pulled back, only to rest my forehead against hers.

"All you had to say was that you wanted to get me alone. You didn't have to do all this and take your brother out," I joked as I closed my eyes and inhaled her signature spicy vanilla hair. I felt her smack my stomach before I smiled and pulled her close, wrapping my arms around her shoulders, kissing the top of her head. She wrapped her arms around my waist and pulled back to look at me, hallucinating me with her stare.

"Angel, I-"

"What the fuck is this?!" We both looked down the hill, already knowing who it was.

Dean... and he was fucking heated. He hopped back on his ATV and raced away, probably back to the clubhouse.

"Shit!" I yelled before looking back at Angel, who had a sympathetic look on his face.
"Go, it's okay," she said pushing me away with a smile. How was she this perfect? She knew I had to talk to Dean. We were boys and I just broke the #1 rule in bro code… his fucking sister. I knew Angel and I would be okay. Me and Dean? Not so much.


"Wait, man!" I said, barely stopping to shut my engine off as I chased him back to the clubhouse. A few club members and some prospects were gathered outside around their bikes.
"The one girl! The only fucking one I told you was off-limits… how could you fuck my sister?!" Dean asked as he whipped back around and hit me square in the jaw. I fell to a knee and grabbed my jaw, knowing I had the first one coming. I crossed the fucking line. But a part of me didn't care.

Angel was worth it.

"I haven't fucked her, but look, man… I didn't mean to do this. I'm sorry but I like her," I could barely get it out before Dean lunged at me, taking both of us to the ground. I was bigger and I knew I could take him, so I just held him back until his dad got a couple of the prospects to pull him off me.

"That's enough son. For fuck's sake, your sister is twelve minutes older than you, go calm down!" Eric Bischoff yelled. And when he did, you listened.

Dean spat at my feet and walked into the clubhouse, his girlfriend Renee following behind him.

"Roman," Eric's voice boomed a minute later. "Let's talk."


"I've known you since you were a kid, hell you're still a kid, so don't lie to me boy. What happened?" he asked and I felt my balls get sucked back in. Bischoff was tough. Fair… but tough. I cleared my throat before I began.
"Well sir, as you know, me Angel, and Dean had the ATVs today," I began.
"Go on," he said.
"Well… Angel kinda messed with Dean's. I think she ripped the cords to his accelerator, but we were at Outlaw Hill together alone and I kissed her," I finally confessed. I saw his eyes widened and I quickly explained myself.

"She kissed me back, sir. And I like her... a lot. And I think she likes me too," I smiled. He stared at me hard for a moment, debating internally… I could tell.
"You've been around long enough to know what goes on around here and Taker's told me you've been hanging around him a lot. Like a mini, Sergeant at arms," he said.
"Sir…?" I asked, confused.
"You're a good kid Reigns, and I know you'd never be dumb enough to hurt Angel. If you want to be together, I won't stand in your way. Now go get her. If I know my daughter, she's probably back by now and looking for you."

I stood up slightly shocked and headed straight out the clubhouse in search of my girl. My girl. I haven't officially asked her yet, but after that kiss on the hill, she has to know I'm hers too.

She was pacing on the porch with her hands covering her perfect mouth. She stopped when she saw me and walked straight up to me, inspecting the fresh cut on my lip.

"What happened?" she asked, trying not to touch my wound.
"Your brother's got a nasty left hook," I said, shrugging it off. I was fine, but I couldn't admit how cute she was when she took care of me.
"I talked to your dad," I said, pulling her onto the porch swing. I pulled her close as she tucked her legs under her body.
"Fuck… and you're still conscious?" she asked sarcastically.
"He's fine with it. He knows I'd never hurt you," I snarked back. "I never would hurt you, you know?" I said more serious, looking down at her clear blue eyes.

She smiled and whispered, "I know," before she pulled me down for one of the many mesmerizing kisses she'd give me over the next three years.


Angel was my everything. All throughout high school, she was my one and only. I was a prospect since my seventeenth birthday, so right after we graduated I was officially patched in. That summer I also really got into boxing. At first, I had gotten into a couple of fights, but soon I was trying to pick fights all over the place. Eric introduced me to his buddy Vince who had a little fight club, and soon I was making my own way in the club. I was even winning the other guys' money on my matches.

I could tell Angel hated it, but I didn't care. All I could see was that this was a way for me to provide for her. I wanted to be able to do and be everything she needed and fighting was the quickest way to a quick buck.

I honestly don't even know why I yelled at her the night but she finally dumped my ass after I won a big fight… but I'll never forget that night.


"Come on, let's go," she said. Angel could barely look at me as she walked ahead of me towards her car. I couldn't blame her for not wanting to look at me. My face is fucking busted.

Not to mention, my knuckles hurt, I feel like I got hit by a bus from all directions, and I think I might have a concussion... but I fucking won. I know she doesn't get it now, but I just want Angel to know how special she is and how truly unworthy I am of her.

"Get in, dummie," she says, and suddenly the affectionate always calls me doesn't sound so affectionate. What's her problem? I won.

I sit back in her passenger seat and wait as her Camaro revs up. She's been working on this hunk of junk forever and it's finally in better-than-expected condition. I don't want to tell her it's the starter, though. I can't tell her when she's already mad at me.

Once the car finally starts were on our way back to the clubhouse. The front gate is in eyesight when she finally speaks.

"You could've gotten yourself killed out there," she said, gripping the steering wheel.
"I'm fine, babe," I assured her. "And come on, you saw the other guy," I joked, knowing that nightmare Lars Salluivan could take any beating I sent. I honestly lucked out tonight. There were a couple of times he almost had me and I'm pretty sure that's what freaked Angel out, but I'm trying to play it off still.
"No, I'm serious Roman. This shit is getting to be too much. I mean, two weeks ago it was Braun, tonight Lars. Who's next? Fucking Brock?!" she asked, as she finally parked in front of the clubhouse. I saw a tear fall down her face, but something inside me, probably my pride, wouldn't let me just succumb to the only girl who ever meant anything to me.
"Like you fucking care, this is what the second of my fights you've ever been to?! What kind of a girlfriend are you, Angel?! Why am I still wasting my time?!" I yelled, even though I knew I shouldn't have.

I wasn't surprised when she bolted out of her car, heading straight into the clubhouse. By the time I reached her bedroom door, she had locked me out. I sighed and rested my forehead against it before I knocked lightly.

"Angel, baby open the door. I didn't mean it," I begged. There was shuffling coming from her room and after a few seconds, she finally opened the door and started throwing random items at me.

"Angel, what the hell?" I asked, catching my leather jacket. I looked at all the things she threw and my heart dropped when I realized it was all the stuff I'd given her. "Baby, stop," I began.

I wanted to die seeing her cry and knowing I caused it. She shoved me back and placed a picture in my hand. I clutched onto it and her hand before she pulled back.

"You don't have to waste your time anymore. We're done," she said before slamming her door.

It felt like I banged on her doors for hours, but she wouldn't answer me. She wouldn't let me in. I guess she texted her brother because after a while Dean walked down the hall leading to her room.

"You should get out of here, man. She doesn't want to talk right now, and knowing how much she loves you if I kill you she'd probably be upset with me," he said leaning against the wall with one foot.

I sighed as I traced the black glitter 'Angel' sign on her door, wishing I could take back everything I had said. Angel's my world and now, because of my stupidity… she wants nothing to do with me.


The next two weeks were hell. I couldn't hang at the clubhouse without wanting to talk to her, so I distracted myself with as many fights as I could get, which only continued to push Angel further away.

One night after a brutal fight, I decided to celebrate at the clubhouse. Angel and Alexa had gone out before we got back from the fight, and although her dad said she and Alexa wanted to have a girl's night out, I knew the truth: she didn't want to be around me.

I texted her a few times and even called her too, but I wasn't shocked when she didn't answer. That night I might've had a few too many because all I can remember is mindlessly following pink hair straight into my bedroom. I fucked a club whore that night and I don't even remember. All I could think about that night was losing my Angel.

Whatever chance I had at fixing our relationship went out the window the next morning when Sasha, wearing one of my big black t-shirts, lazily strolled into the kitchen for breakfast, right past Angel, who was eating breakfast with Alexa. I left her in my room, thinking she'd figure it was a one-time thing, but she completely through me off that morning.

"Hey, sleepyhead," she said, hugging me from behind. I turned around in her grip and locked eyes with Angel, who pushed her plate away and excused herself. I knew that at that moment I lost her forever.

So I buried myself in Sasha, physically and metaphorically. I knew I'd never get Angel back and the sooner I realized that the sooner I'd be able to be near her again, so I stupidly starting dating Sasha.

Angel left a few weeks later, and I never got to say goodbye. Not that I deserved it. I always knew she was too good for me and now she was gone. I just hope she finds someone worthy of her.


Welp here's what's going on in Roman's head, and a little look back into his past with Angel. Let me know who guys want her to end up with!