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Relief swept over her. “Yes! Someone’s trying to break into my house. I’m going to call the police.”
“Help will be there in a minute or less.”
A crash, like glass shattering, mingled with the loud alarm.
“Oh, God. He’s broken in!”
“Can you get out of the house?”
“No! I’m upstairs. He’s going to kill me!” The phone fell out of her hand as she flung
shut the bedroom door and turned the lock. Dashing over to the wingback chair, she dragged then propped it under the handle. Angie walked backward, her eyes glued to the door until she hit the wall at the other end of the room. Above the pounding of her heart, she could barely hear her panicked thoughts.
Then the handle turned.
Hairs prickled on the back of her neck, and dread slithered down her side.
“Ms. Morelli? It’s Precision Security. Are you all right?”
Suddenly, the back of her throat went bone-dry.
“You’re safe. I’m Sangre—Crow’s MC brother.”
What if this is a trick? What if the psycho’s just messing with me?She slowly walked over to the cell on the floor, picked it up, and plugged in 9-1-1.
“Someone’s broken into my house,” she croaked. “Hurry.”
As the man tried to coax her to open the door, police sirens wailed in the distance.
“Did you call the badges?”
Badges? Crow always calls the cops that.
“She did,” another male voice said.
Two people are out there? Neither of them sounds like the madman from earlier.
Inhaling a deep breath, Angie gripped the back of the chair and pulled it away. The sirens grew closer. Exhaling slowly, she unlocked the door and turned the handle.
A tall, muscular man with long red hair tied back in a ponytail and blue eyes stared at her. A chest tattoo peeked above his black T-shirt, long chains dangled from the front pocket of his black jeans, and a black leather jacket hung against his lean physique. There was no doubt he was a biker.
“Are you okay?” he asked, looking over her shoulder into the bedroom.
She cleared her throat. “I’m shaken, but I’m not hurt. I called the cops. I didn’t know if you were Crow’s friend or that nut trying to trick me.”
“I get it. You can’t be too sure who to trust. What happened?”
Angie gave him an account of what had transpired, then asked, “Did he break my sliding glass door?”
“Yeah. He threw a rock, and it shattered.”
“I’m glad you got here when you did.” She wrung her hands over and over while trying to calm down. “What did you say your name was?”
“Sangre. My company put in your security system.” He watched her movements. “Do you have someone you can call?”
“Fuckin’ badges are here,” said Eagle as he walked into the room.
Seeing a familiar face felt like a lifesaver. “Hi,” Angie said.
