The Fallen Angels (MATURE CONTENT)

CHAPTER 5

Danica and Bexley kept their heads down using the baseball caps that Bexley had supplied to cover their faces making it more difficult for the security people to identify them. They rode the elevator in silence. When the doors opened, they got out and Danica led the way. She opened the front door and stopped dead in her tracks at the holy mess that lay before her eyes. The couches were slashed, and the stuffing was everywhere. The paintings on the wall were now on the ground in pieces. Everything was broken or slashed.

"Well damn, this has Fallen Angels written all over it," Bexley said in shock.

"Just stay here and don't touch a thing." Danica walked back to the bedroom where the same mess awaited her. The mattress was slashed, and the springs showed. The dresser had every drawer on the floor with the items of Morgan's clothing on the carpet. His suits were torn and strewn on the bed. His ties had been cut into little pieces and had been thrown like confetti littering the carpet and the bed. She walked to the walk-in closet and went to the back where Morgan had a safe in the wall hidden by a hideous painting of clowns. She pulled the painting off the wall and punched in the code she had once seen Morgan punch in through the mirror that stood in front of it and smiled when the green light turned on. She opened the door and took out a few thousand dollars from the stack he had in there. He would notice if she took it all, but a few bills would go unnoticed. He owed her that much. She put everything back in place and hurried out. She and Bexley walked out closing the front door and thought it best to take the stairs.

Danica would have to have a few words with Maddox and Vaughn. Morgan would no doubt call the cops and she would be the main suspect having been the live-in girlfriend and all. Just when she thought things could start to look up, Maddox goes and does stupid shit.

Bexley held her tongue while she drove to her apartment in the city. Once they were inside, she walked to the kitchen and got two beers out and they sat on the couch.

"What the hell is going on, Nica?"

Bexley was the only one who called her that even though Danica hated it, but she didn't have the heart to tell her friend.

"What do you mean?" She took a drink of her beer.

"You're staying at the Fallen house with the men and women that you left four years ago. It almost took you down, Nica. What the hell are you doing back there? you can always stay here with me. John only stays over Friday's and Saturday's, and he wouldn't care."

Danica smiled at her. "Maddox has me on lockdown for some reason." She took a drink of her beer, and her phone rang. She took it out from her back pocket and grunted at the name that appeared on the screen. "Speak of the devil," she said, rejecting the call and putting her cell phone on the coffee table.

"I'm worried about you Nica. I know how tough shit is for you and being back there can't be at all good for your nightmares and your overall state of mind."

Bexley had been the only person who had stuck by her side when hell had broken loose when she had been attacked—her and the Fallen Angels.

She had been saved from being raped but not from being hurt. To that day she didn't know who had stopped that bastard from raping her.

When she had left Pine Harbor, Bexley had gone with her and suffered her night terrors with her. That's where she had met Nate, but things hadn't worked out. Aside from him cheating on Danica, the night terrors had been too much for him to handle.

After six years, she still had them. Almost every single night she woke up trapped in her own personal hell. It was one of the reasons why she didn't want to stay at the Fallen house. She didn't want or need everyone to hear her screaming in the middle of the night.