Page 26 of Monster Mania

Angel looked into his eyes. “It means the Nomad Knights have had a standing order for seven years.”

Jackhammer's voice was frighteningly calm. “What kind of order?”

Angel swallowed. “The kind that says if a Nomad Knight ever finds me, I'm not supposed to make it home alive.”

Ghost's expression went completely blank, and somehow, that was more terrifying than anger. Jackhammer pulled her closer, and Angel realized something that should have scared her more than the motorcycle sitting across the street. She didn't want to run from these men—not anymore. For the first time in seven years, Angel wanted to stay, and she had a feeling the Nomad Knights were about to make her regret it.

JACKHAMMER

Jackhammer had killed men for less. That was the only thought running through his head as he stood with Angel tucked against his side and stared at the Nomad Knights' bike parked across the street. Seven years. Those motherfuckers had been hunting her for seven fucking years, and now they'd found her.

“Pack your shit,” he ordered.

Angel stiffened against him. “What?”

“You heard me,” he growled.

“No, it’s not safe,” she said. Jackhammer finally tore his eyes away from the window. Angel stood there looking up at him, her chin lifted and that stubborn fire burning in her eyes. Under any other circumstances, he might have admired it, but right now, it pissed him off.

“Angel,” he shouted.

“I told you I'm not going with you,” she spat.

“And I'm telling you that you're not staying here,” he insisted. “There's a fucking Nomad Knights bike sitting across the street.”

“I can see that,” she said.

“Then stop arguing with me, grab your shit, and let’s go,” Hammer ordered. Ghost snorted, and Jackhammer shot him a look. “What?”

“Nothing,” Ghost said.

“Bullshit, just say what you want to say,” Hammer said.

Ghost shrugged. “I’m just enjoying watching someone else tell you no.”

“Fuck off,” Hammer spat.

Angel crossed her arms over her chest, and he could help but look her body over. “I'm not going anywhere with either of you.” Jackhammer stared at her, and she stared right back. Jesus Christ. He was going to lose his fucking mind over this woman.

Ghost stepped away from the window. “Hammer's right.”

Angel pointed at him. “I don't remember asking you.”

“You didn't,” Ghost agreed.

“Then stay out of it,” she insisted.

“Can't,” he said with a shrug.

“Why the hell can’t you?” she asked.

Ghost smiled. “Because apparently, we're keeping you.”

Angel made a frustrated sound, and Jackhammer almost smiled. He looked through the window again. The motorcycle was still there with no rider. There was no movement, and he could tell that they were sending Angel a message, and Jackhammer didn't like messages he couldn't answer.

“We need to call Monster,” he said.

Angel immediately shook her head. “No.” Both men looked at her. “This involves your club now,” she continued. “You need to get away from me before it gets worse.” Jackhammer laughed, but there wasn't anything funny about the situation. He couldn't seem to help himself, though. “What?” she demanded.