Saving an Angel

Chapter Two: Things Change

Lennox

I sat on the couch with Jeremy and a few of the other guys the later in the day just catching up. They were shocked as hell I was here but then again so was I. Jeremy had been wanting me to come back for a few years now but I always found a reason not to. It was about eight now, which usually meant the club went out to either do a run or just hang out.

"So, What are we doing tonight?" I ask, bored already. Jeremy just looked at me with a frown. "What?"

"Look, you haven't been around in awhile but we have been...laying low."

"Why?" The guys shared looks with one another before looking towards Jeremy.

"The Angels..."

"Ugh," I groaned. "Don't tell me they have you hiding like a bunch of bitches now." Jeremy glared at me. The Severed Angels had always been a threat and even though Jeremy and the club tried to act tough everyone was still nervous about them.

"It's not like that." He snapped annoyed.

I smirked. "Sure."

"Xavier tried to kill Lyla and long story short we had a mutual agreement to just stay clear of each other. They are running security again and we have moved our business to another town to prevent run-ins." Jeremy explained with clear hatred in his voice.

"Wait, that asshole tried to kill my niece and he is still alive!" I jumped up ready to kill that dick myself. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" Had he not done enough to this club! It's no secret I'm not a fan of club life but I saw the damage Xavier had done. I saw the men and children mourning over their dead moms and wives he killed. He should have paid for what he did then and now he was attacking children and Jeremy was too much of a bitch to handle it? Jeremy stood and glared down at me.

"You have missed a lot, do not question my decisions." He said in a "I own everything" voice that he had acquired when he got control of the club. I rolled my eyes, not impressed. But whatever if he wanted to run and hide that was on him.

"Fine, well can we at least go out and do something?"

"Do whatever you want but I swear if you start any shit with them, you won't be staying at the house." He threatened before walking away.

Most people believe blood is thicker than water, that's not how we were raised. My mom died after giving birth to me and my dad raised us like club members. I knew Jeremy would have no problem throwing me out if I didn't follow his rules.

Shane, one of the guys I used to hang with a lot, moved beside me on the couch.

"Is it really this boring now?" I complained, crossing my arms. He chuckled.

"I got you a little something, come on." He nodded for me to follow him. I went with him outside and in the driveway was my Ninja ZX-6R from years ago.

"Oh my God! Eleanor!" I ran over to my bike, the keys were already in it. I cranked her up and she ran perfectly.

"I knew you'd come back for her one day." I swung my leg over the bike and looked at Shane. He looked like he was contemplating something before he finally spoke.

"Look, I know you left for your own reasons but we have a run tonight if you're down."

"I thought Jeremy said the club hasn't been doing much."

"Technically no, but Jeremy has been getting all cozy with the president of the Devil's Horsemen and we have been doing a lot of work with them."

"Why not just do it ourselves? Why all the sneaking?"

He frowned. "He is trying his best to stay off Xavier's radar right now."

"What the hell happened?" This was not the club I was raised around. The Riders were ruthless and fearless. And now they were suddenly hiding?

Shane shook his head looking down at his own bike. "We were so damn close to taking them down but when Xavier went after Lyla with no hesitation, it shook Jeremy up. He is a sick fucking bastered." He sneered.

I had only ever heard about Xavier, I had already been gone three years when he came out of nowhere and basically rebuilt that MC. But from what I had heard, they didn't have any interest in running security. Guess he changed his mind.

"Anyways, some of the Horsemen are going to look at a new business in about an hour. You want in? It's an easy one, some old man's shop." He asked, getting on his own bike. I used to go on runs a lot.

When I was little, my dad had left me with a babysitter so he wouldn't have to bother with me. The woman's husband, Marcus, had been in the special forces. One night, when the three of us were out, a man tried to rob us and Marcus kicked the man's ass. I remember wanting to be able to do that, to protect myself and feel that power. Marcus started training me the next day. When my dad found out, he had an idea. He started sending me on runs. Most clubs never hurt women or children, and my dad decided to use me as a somewhat trap. I was supposed to lower men's guards and be a 'distraction' then when and if fighting broke out I was able to handle myself. I hated it at first but after a while it was kinda fun to see how easily men could be manipulated.

"You don't think they will have a problem with a girl tagging along?" Most clubs didn't allow women to have anything to do with their business. It was one more reason I hated them, we were treated like objects.

"I have a feeling once they meet you they won't have a problem with it."