Page 68 of Where Angels Fall

He's just too damn pretty. I lean over and plant a soft kiss on his lips, a low masculine groan slipping out of them, as I continue to meld our lips together.

Warmth radiates off him, and his lips move with mine. While we kiss, my mind drifts back to last night. The way my soul felt free. I was high on excitement and adrenaline. And for the first time, I felt like I really, truly belonged somewhere.

Even if it is with a group of criminals.

I needed last night more than I needed my next breath, and he gave that to me. And even more than that, he gave me a choice.

He groans softly as he wakes up, his lips chasing mine with more fervour, rolling on top of me, his hard cock resting against my stomach. His hips slowly grind into me, chasing friction as he sleepily kisses me, his tongue delving into my mouth... and I kiss him back just as hungrily. My fingers glide through his messy hair, pushing it off his face so I can see his features.

“Morning,” he grumbles between kisses against my lips.

His face drops into the crook of my neck, his nose nuzzling my skin as he inhales deeply, stubble scratching over my skin and soft lips finding the sensitive spot between my neck and shoulder.

“Morni...,” I go to say, but there's a hard knock on the door.

We both pause our kisses before another knock rattles the door. It's frantic and loud. Ash pulls back a line forming in his brow as the knocking continues.

“Boss,” we hear, muffled through the wood.

It's Griff. Ash jumps up, pulling on a pair of track pants before turning and giving me a reassuring smile.

“Be right back, Angel,” he mutters, turning to walk out of the bedroom and see what Griff wants.

I hear Ash answer the door. “Why the fuck can’t I get a sleep-in in this place?”

Griff doesn't wait another second before demanding, “You need to come down to the club.”

“It’s early. I’m sure you boys have it handled,” Ash replies.

His voice is still drenched in sleep, a groan coming from him as I peer over and watch him stretch. My mouth waters at the way his muscles flex with the movement. Clutching the sheet to my chest, I continue to watch them through the doorway.

Griff’s facial expressions make me pause.

Something is wrong. I can feel it instantly. I stumble out of the warm bed, quickly pulling on an oversized shirt and padding out of the room.

Griff spares me a single glance before looking back at Ash. His expression is hard and blank; loose curls tumble out of his bun, and dark circles are painted under his eyes.

“Just get down to the fucking club now,” he says, before storming off.

Ash turns, and I see the tension in his own face. He knows that something's wrong too. He chucks me a pair of his boxers, and I put them on before he tugs on a dark shirt, and we're running down the stairs to the club. My heart is pattering in my chest, but his hand holds mine tight.

The scent of alcohol and something metallic hits my senses immediately, my hair standing on edge as I look around the club. It’s a mess; alcohol bottles strewn everywhere, discarded clothing, evidence of last night’s party.

But I can't focus on any of that. Devils circle around something in the middle of the club. Ash pushes through the crowd, still gripping my hand tightly. I tilt my head, trying to see what everyone is looking at, but Ash quickly turns, darting in front of me, clutching my head to his chest.

“Angel, you need to get the fuck out of here,” he murmurs, holding me tight as I squirm in his arms. “Promise me you'll turn around, go with Kai, and leave.”

“What? What's going on?” I protest, peering up at him. My stomach drops when I see the colour draining from his face. “Tell me, Ash, tell me what's going on.” My voice turns panicky.

“Please,” he growls. “I need you out of here.”

Defeated, I give him a nod. Fear thumping in my veins, ice-cold dread sluices down my spine.

“Kai!” Ash shouts. I turn and Kai’s there, and even his dead expression looks further withdrawn. “Get her home now.”

Kai gives a single nod, his hands coming up to grip my arm, turning us away towards the front door. I let him drag me a few steps away, but instinct has my head twisting over my shoulder.

When I see what everyone is surrounding, a sharp cry leaves my lips.