Ace: His Angel (Phoenix Riders MC 1)

45: Hellhound

Ace POV

I watched my life get into the car with her worst nightmare and drive off. Gearing up, I grabbed some knives and a gun with an extra clip. The others followed suit as Hawk handed me my earpiece, and I caught the tail end of the conversation.

"I faked being happy and in love before...I can do it again," Tiger said through my earpiece.

What?! What the fuck does again mean?! Is she faking it with me? Wait, Tank told them they were...fuck that!

"Killer, we can't let her do this," I tried to reason as we got into the truck.

"I heard her too, but we need to let her do this," he firmly stated.

My knuckles turned white as I restrained myself from bashing Killer's head into the steering wheel. I don't care if Killer or all my brothers try to stop me. I will do whatever it takes to keep Angel safe. My Hellhound is itching to find Angel and lock her away from everyone and everything. But if I did, she would never forgive me. But at least she'd be safe.

Twenty minutes later, we stopped a mile from the house, waiting and ready for whatever. Killer sat like a statue for over two hours, while I refreshed the tracking app every two minutes. I sat for ten minutes before I paced in front of the truck. Hawk warned me the feed wasn't live, but something was better than nothing.

My Hellhound itched to jump into action because as an enforcer lives depend on me. But this time it's not my brothers' lives, it's Kaitlyn's. I never want to put the person I love in danger. Not again. But if I hold on to Angel too tightly, she will disappear.

Leaning against the hood, I closed my eyes, picturing Kaitlyn asleep in my arms last night. Her tiny frame lay on me, shorts exposing her beautiful ass, and hair in her face. It took everything in me to not wake her up and ask for something she wasn't ready for. Each time her lips find mine and her hands roam my body, I lose it.

The truck door slammed, and I opened my eyes, pushing away my growing erection. "You good?" Killer asked.

"I have a bad feeling about this, Prez," I growled. Killer looked as worried as I felt, but our hands were tied.

Killer's phone buzzed around midnight, causing his knuckles to turn while and face paled. Shit. "Surveillance changed. They found a hole in our perimeter, and they're gone. We need to search the house and-"

Gone. Kaitlyn is gone.

Pounding my fist into the hood of the truck, I continued until blood poured from my hand, down my arm, and the hood dented. Pain. I want to feel pain because if I don't, fear will take hold, and I will be useless. I failed her, and I'm not good enough. Grabbing my knife, I dug it into my skin, shutting out the voice in my head.

"We'll find her," Blade said to Killer, not daring to look in my direction.

Turning towards Killer, I towered over him, growling, "I promised to keep her safe, and I intend to keep my promise," and left for the house.

I'll find you, Angel. I promise.

Entering the house, we cleared it from top to bottom, which took six minutes due to size. With every passing minute, Angel is further away, and my Hellhound inches closer.

"Down here!" Shotgun yelled.

I quickly made my way to a hallway but stopped short. I paled at seeing every single piece of their clothing on the floor. Killer shifted through the items until he found the one thing he didn't want to. Kaitlyn's necklace. Angel is out there with her slimy ex and a man who wants her dead, and we let it happen.

Anger poured out of me as my Hellhound took over. Everyone stepped back as I trashed paintings, threw a chair against a mirror, and used the glass to cut fresh wounds. Watching the blood pool out, I laughed. The next room had a bar, and I downed a bottle before smashing it in my hand, strewing the pieces on the floor.

Voices in my head screamed my name, praising me, needing more blood. Anyone's blood; no one is safe.

"Including your precious Angel's blood?" my Hellhound snarled. "She deserves better than you. Ace, you failed her. You did this. You knew better, and you let it happen. She's better off with him."

My fist connected with the bar top as my tunnel vision faded. Heaving, I tried to regain control of myself. Green eyes tried to push their way to the front of my mind, but my Hellhound was too strong.

NO! I cannot let her suffer at my hands. Not anymore.

"Ace, focus. Kaitlyn needs you. Don't give in now," Killer cautioned. My head cleared enough to see glass sticking out of my arms, hands, and legs. Kaitlyn's going to be fucking pissed. I let him take control again, and I knew better.

*****

Everyone made it back to the clubhouse in one piece, barely. But now, all bets are off. Killer locked himself in his office, Hawk scurried into his office before I could question him, and everyone else disappeared. I helped myself to a bottle of tequila and drank myself into oblivion. Hopefully.

I headed to the kitchen, but as soon as I opened the door, memories of Angel singing, dancing, and cooking came flooding back. She isn't here.

Something wet landed on my arm. The wet substance on my cheek felt foreign, and I hated it. Throwing the almost empty bottle against the wall, I whipped my eyes and grabbed another.

Where are you, Angel?

*****

Morning light filled the backyard, and I gave up on the punching bag. My body was finally numb, and I was thankful. I don't want to feel. Not without Angel.

Walking into the clubhouse, shattered beer bottles were everywhere, bloody shirts on the floor, and several fist-sized holes in the wall. I remember little, but that's normal.

Whiskey appeared from the kitchen with a black eye, split lip, and a busted nose. My fault. He shook his head before returning to the kitchen, away from my Hellhound. I haven't blacked out in a long time, but I did last night. I'm the only person who causes this kind of damage.

Killer came out of his office and nodded for me. Grabbing some water, I followed him to Hawk's office. Hawk didn't look up when we walked in, knowing damn well if he had nothing good to say he was next.

Hawk glanced at me and quickly said, "So I found a few holding companies they have, but I still haven't found where they took her. But-"

"Hawk! The point," I growled, pounding my fist on his desk.

Hawk stared at me, annoyed that my force moved his desk items. "BUT I found the mole," he said.

"Who?"