Page 27 of Monster Mania

“You really don't know us very well yet, so I’ll let that slide,” Hammer said.

“That's exactly what I've been trying to tell you both. I don’t know either of you, and you don’t know me,” she insisted.

“No, baby. You don't understand.” He crossed the room until he stood directly in front of her. “You walked into Monster's Madhouse. You spent the night with two patched Toxic Monsters. Now another club is sitting outside your apartment threatening you.”

“They're threatening me, not you,” she reminded.

“Same fucking thing,” he growled. Her expression changed, but Jackhammer didn't give her time to argue. He pulled out his phone and called Monster.

Their Prez answered on the second ring. “You two better not be doing something stupid.”

Jackhammer glanced at Ghost. “Define stupid.”

Monster groaned. “Where the fuck are you?”

“Angel's apartment,” Hammer admitted.

“You son of a bitch,” Monster shouted through the phone.

Ghost grinned, but Jackhammer ignored him. “We've got a problem.”

“Obviously. You ignored a direct order,” Monster said.

“Bigger problem,” Hammer insisted. Monster went quiet. Jackhammer looked through the window again. “There’s a Nomad Knights bike across the street.”

“How many?” Monster asked.

“Only see one bike. No rider,” Hammer said.

“You think it’s a warning?” Monster asked.

“Looks like it,” Hammer assessed.

“Angel there?” Monster asked.

“Yeah,” Hammer said.

“Put me on speaker,” Monster ordered. Jackhammer did. “Angel?” Monster asked.

She hesitated. “I'm here.”

“You know who owns the bike?” he asked.

“No,” she breathed.

“Know why it's there?” he asked.

“Yes.” Jackhammer looked at her, and Angel closed her eyes.

Monster caught it too. “What aren't you telling me?”

“Monster—” she started.

“I'm not trying to be an asshole, sweetheart, but another MC just followed you into my town. That makes it my business,” he said.

Angel looked at Jackhammer, and he nodded. She sighed. “Razor put a death order on me seven years ago.” Jackhammer watched her face as she said it, and he could see her fear, but there was something else too—shame, and he hated that. She shouldn't be ashamed of surviving.

Monster finally spoke. “Why would your old club do that?”