6.

Angel's POV

What the hell is his deal? I mean, seriously?! Where the hell does he get off kissing me?! Roman's some other girl's boyfriend! He hasn't been mine for a long, long time.

So why doesn't he get that? And why was I still hoping he'd still be mine? We're both fucking headcases.

Why did I even come back… he's still with her. Is she his old lady? After five years she has to be, right? I have to get out of here.


I stormed back downstairs and grabbed the pink and black keychain hooking from the key hook before I made my way outside. I cursed myself when I saw that Alexa's Beetle had been blocked in the lot.

"Fuck," I mumbled, stumbling over to the benches near the car lot. I couldn't be around Roman right now but now my only way out was blocked by a big, black truck.

I heard someone coming up behind me and turned my head to see who it was. I smirked to myself before turning back towards the car lot.

"Who would've thought the princess herself would be ditching her own party?"

I cocked my head back and rolled my eyes… I'm so not in the mood right now.

"Rollins," I said casually. "What's up?" I asked, hoping he'd get the hint and just leave me alone. I'm drunk and sad and I just wanna be by myself.
"I'd rather know what's up with you. You okay?"

When he asked me, I honestly didn't know what to say. There were a thousand thoughts swirling around in my head at the moment, but the only one I cared about was the one involving his lips on mine. I exhaled, defeated, knowing that bringing him into my mess would only hurt him. I knew I had to stay away from him.

"I'm fine." My voice was flat and I was praying that he'd just leave me alone. For his sake.
"I call bullshit. Angel, first of all, you're way too wasted to drive right now, so you might as well hand over Alexa's keys because I'm not letting you drive anywhere right now."

His voice was stern and hearing him order me around made me wet. It might be harder to stay away from him than I thought it'd be.

He straddled the same bench I was on and grabbed my hands. In a second I was standing, staring up into his cocoa-brown eyes. I felt his hands wrap around my waist and dig into my back pockets. He smirked as his left hand grabbed the keys and his right hand grabbed a handful of my ass. I moaned slightly as he leaned in and tickled my collarbone with his beard.

"You're not going anywhere, Princess," he whispered into my ear, sending chills down my spine. "Not without me." As he stepped back he grabbed my hand and led me to the large black truck blocking Alexa's car in. He pressed a button on his keychain and the doors unlocked. He opened the passenger side and held his hand out, patiently waiting to help me into his lifted truck.


A few minutes later I sat back as Seth drove down a back road.

"For what it's worth, Roman's an idiot. He's my boy and I love him, but the guy can be a dense jackass at times."

I didn't mean to laugh as loud as I did and I covered my mouth with my hand. I looked over at Seth who glanced at me with a smile on his face before he turned his attention back to the road.

"Why do you think Roman did something?" I asked cautiously.
"Well after your dad's speech, I noticed you slip into the house. Roman followed you. I guess I kinda put two and two together when you came back out almost crying. Which by the way… is something I don't like seeing you do, princess. You deserve to smile," Seth said, making my insides do somersaults.
"Hmmm… I guess some of you biker boys do actually use more than one head," I said and he chuckled.
"Well I'm not even a biker, really," I confessed. She gave me a quizzical stare before I continued. "I'm kind of an honorary member if that makes sense. I had your brother's back one night when he got into a fight at some bar," he said, making me smile and nod.
"Yep, sounds like Deano," I said.
"Anyways… I've been part of the group ever since," he finished.
"So if you're not a biker, what do you do?" I asked as his truck finally came to a stop.
"I just opened a gym," he said.
"Ah… another fighter," I said looking out the window.
"Me? Nah… that's more Roman's thing. Mine is a CrossFit gym. Ever heard of it?" he asked.