Angelina's POV
"I dont know what happened Prez"
"Fucking find out!"
My fathers voice rings through my ears.I try to shift in my bed but a shooting pain up my arm keeps me from it.
I slowly open my eyes to a lowly dimmed room.The IV needle stuck in my arm has a clear liquid running through it.
"Angel!"
I see Juice jump up from his seat
he rushes over placing his hand on mine.
"How you feeling?"
I look away.I cant deal with the dissapoinment in my boyfriends eyes ,not now.
"Juice."
I turn my head and see my dad walk in.Juice lets my hand go and rushes past.Dad comes and sits down on the leather seat,he takes out a cigar and lights it.
"You cant smoke in here"
"jesus!the junkie speaks"
I press the panic button and the nurses come rushing in.Tears start staining my eyes.The blonde haired nurse escorts my father out while the others check my vitals.
"You okay love?"
I knod.
They all leave.I take my phone off the night stand and text Juice.
My dad is going to kill me isnt he?
Baby.He will have to kill us all before that happends.Were gonna get you help.
I DONT NEED FUCKING HELP!
I dont text him back instead I text the only person that can get me out of this mess.
Riley Stanston
The President of the Niners.We grew up together.My mom and hes mom were tight.He will help me.
Riley.I need your help.
Whats going on Ange?
Ill tell you everything just get me out of this place.Im at Saint Thomas.ICU room 23.Hurry.
On my way...
YOU ARE READING
Anarchy Angel
Teen FictionA bikers tale .About a daughter of a well known biker president.Who he gives away to a mafia boss .She is hardeaded and broken He is broken and demented. Sometimes you can fix another broken thing with your broken pieces.
