Having her (Golden reaper MC)

17 - Gunner

I'm still smiling as we reach my room, the sound of Angelica laughing making me feel lighter than I ever have in the past.

Throwing her onto the bed I grab the TV controller before laying down with her and pulling her close."Here" I place the controller in her hands. "You can pick what we watch" She smiles up at me before kissing my cheek and snatching the remote from my hands. Her enthusiasm was childlike and I couldn't help but admire how much she appreciated the little things in life.

I watch her as she clicks away at the buttons her brows slightly creased in concentration. The tip of her tongue sticking out between her lips. I felt my breathing halt for a second as I memorized every detail. Placing a kiss on her temple I face the tv once more as the familiar voice of Detective Peralta from Brooklyn nine-nine filled the room. A couple of episodes in Angel shifts causing her to unintentionally tickle me, this of course then led to a tickle war between us. A war that she won but I refused to admit it. We spent the next few hours talking and me listening to her sing while I strummed out a few songs on my guitar, before we both ended up falling into a peaceful slumber with her in my arms.

Jolting awake I shook away the last of my sleepy haze from my head as I tried to focus on Angelica, she was tossing and turning relentlessly in her sleep. the small whimpers she was creating hit home in my heart as I gently pulled her back to reality the moment her eyes rested on my she sprung into my arms and let out a sob. Her tears soaking the collar of my top.

Wrapping my arms around her I rub her back gently as I whisper reassurances in her ear. Once she had calmed down I pushed her away slightly and wiped the last of her tears away. "Want to talk about it?"

I watch as she takes a couple of deep breaths first before telling me what she saw "He came back and he killed you" tears rushed back into her eyes and I quickly pulled her to me. "he won't be able to kill me that easily, the boys and I will make sure he never lays a hand on you ever again." My tone is slightly harsh but I know that this would only soothe her faster as she put all her weight on me. Letting me take the burden of her dreams. Soon enough her light snores come back. I stay with her a moment longer before laying her down gently and tucking her in. I needed to see if the guys had formed a plan, I had to reassure her that everything would be okay. The last thing I wanted was for her to go into another panic attack like she did at her parents.

Luckily it was only 4pm so everyone was still here. Hawk seemed to know what I wanted to talk about as he called everyone into the meeting room once more.

The boys all sat and watched as I paced back and forth at the head of the table. "Please tell me if one of you has come up with a plan to catch this Bastard" I ask, my voice in a slight growl as I run my hands through my hair.

I was beyond frustrated, all I wanted was for my angel to be safe and happy and yet that was impossible if she felt like she had to constantly look over her shoulder.

Beast took a step forward from his place against the wall. "I spoke to someone I know from my past. He said Lucifer is a drug lord that has dealings with trafficking. He gave me the address to one of his clubs. It's only 3 hours away"

We all knew that beast could look after himself, he was called beast for a reason, so none of us were worried that he would get hurt but that didn't stop Hawk from speaking up.

"I don't want anyone getting hurt, but I also know I can't change your mind so take Boomer with you, worse comes to worse he can blow it all up" his last comment cause Boomer to grin, the insane bastard was obsessed with explosions and would jump on any chance possible to blow something up.

"Alright we will see how this goes, call us when you find anything" just as I finish my speaking Angel screams from upstairs once more. Rushing out of the room I take the stairs two at a time. Angelica was tossing and turning furiously while her screams were getting louder. Going over to her I grab her wrists in one of my hands and use the other to pull her into my arms. "Angel wakes up it's only a dream" I repeat to her over and over again until she finally wakes up and her screams come to an end. "I was back there, one of Killians bodyguards tried to hurt me, but he stopped them"

(Angelica's dream/memory)

"Killian wants to see you in the library" panic sets in as Sofia walks away, putting the brush down. I quickly stand and take my apron off, passing it to Maria. Taking a deep breath, I headed to the library. Killian hated when we took too long and would punish us by letting his men have their way with us. I knock on the door once before entering and immediately freeze. It wasn't Killian waiting for me, instead Brad stood there with his arms crossed and a smug look on his face.

Brad was one of Killian's bodyguards, he had tried to bed me a few times but Killian had never allowed it but would never tell anyone why. turning to leave I'm stopped when I see Isabelle standing in the doorway. I watch speechless as she smiles evilly before pulling the door shut and locking it. The sound of the lock setting into place making my heart pound loudly in my ears drowning out Brad's footsteps.

My chest heaves shakily as sweat pools in my palms when I feel him behind my hands resting on my hips. Pushing him away I manage to get halfway across the room before he shoves me to the ground. Reaching out automatically to stop myself I land painfully on my arm and hear a slight snap before my head smacks against the ground hard enough for black spots to fill my vision.

Before he can take another step towards me Killian comes barging in shouting when he sees me on the ground, turning to Brad he pulls his gun out and shoots him in the shoulder. "you bastard, what have you done. I'm selling her to the highest bidder tomorrow now you have seriously cost me!" Killian yells towards Brad, a vein popping out on his forehead. I don't think I've ever seen him this mad before. Sitting up I hiss in pain as I put pressure on my arm. The pain becomes unbearable and I'm glad when I finally pass out.