Protect Me: An MC Romance: Bleeding Angels MC, #5

By Evelyn Glass

Protect Me is book 5 of the Bleeding Angels MC series. Book 6, Unchain Me is available everywhere now!

I was left a prisoner to the worst people in the world.
He was my only ray of hope. The only man I've ever loved.
We swore to keep each other safe. 
Even if it means both of us doing the unthinkable.

AIMEE
Six years ago, they gunned my father down in the streets like a dog. 
Ever since that day, I was left a prisoner to the worst people in the world.

My only comfort came from Jake. He was my best friend, my rock, my one reason to live.
He's the only man who could make me forget all the terrible memories.
Who makes me feel whole. 

He's my best friend, but I want something more.
I just hope that he'll see it.

Before it's too late. 
Before the Bleeding Angels take away what little hope and dignity we have left.

JAKE
The two of us were always close. Best friends since we were in diapers.
But our destiny was always going to be different.

She had a glimmer of hope, and all I have were the Bleeding Angels.
I can see the way Aimee looks at me. I know what she wants, because I feel it too.

And when one of the bastards in the Bleeding Angels put their hands on her, something snapped inside of me. Awakened a monster that I can't hold back.

The devils want to take away what little she has left, and I'll do whatever it takes to save her.
Because she's mine.

• Language: English
• Publisher: eBook Publishing World
• Release date: Aug 9, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386990536

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PROTECT ME: Bleeding Angels MC (Book 5)

By Evelyn Glass

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I WAS LEFT A PRISONER to the worst people in the world.

He was my only ray of hope. The only man I’ve ever loved.

We swore to keep each other safe.

Even if it means both of us doing the unthinkable.

AIMEE

Six years ago, they gunned my father down in the streets like a dog.

Ever since that day, I was left a prisoner to the worst people in the world.

My only comfort came from Jake. He was my best friend, my rock, my one reason to live.

He’s the only man who could make me forget all the terrible memories.

Who makes me feel whole.

He’s my best friend, but I want something more.

I just hope that he’ll see it.

Before it’s too late.

Before the Bleeding Angels take away what little hope and dignity we have left.

JAKE

The two of us were always close. Best friends since we were in diapers.

But our destiny was always going to be different.

She had a glimmer of hope, and all I have were the Bleeding Angels.

I can see the way Aimee looks at me. I know what she wants, because I feel it too.

And when one of the bastards in the Bleeding Angels put their hands on her, something snapped inside of me. Awakened a monster that I can’t hold back.

The devils want to take away what little she has left, and I’ll do whatever it takes to save her.

Because she’s mine.

Chapter 1

W hy don’t you try to get some sleep? my mother asks as she strokes my hair like she did when I was a little girl.

Sleep? I say the word as if it’s something that I’ve never heard of before. There’s no way that I can sleep, not when Jake’s out there with the Angels and they’re getting him to do God knows what! I put my head in my hands, trying to get my thoughts back under control.

It’s late, sweetheart. You’ll be able to think clearer when you’ve had some rest, Sally encourages me, putting a brave smile on her face.

The events that have brought me here, to the Summers’ home keep playing and replaying in my mind. It all feels like it happened to someone else, like it’s something that I was watching on the television or reading in a book. But it wasn’t either of those things, it was real, it was my life.

He hates me, I shake my head, pressing my eyes shut to force back the tears. I can’t believe I even have any more tears to cry. I thought I’d cried myself dry.

Why do you keep saying that? If he’s the same boy I used to know then there’s no way that he can hate you. My mother twirls my hair around in ringlets, her voice calm and smooth, exactly the opposite of the deafening shrieking in my head that I recognize as Ryan’s voice.

He’s in love with you, Sally confirms, nodding her head in certainty.

I don’t correct her, partly because she’s been through enough today without needing any more drama and partly because I’m too ashamed to tell them what I did, or what I’d been prepared to do. It had all been for Jake. I knew that I would do anything for him, anything to keep him safe. But it turns out he would probably have been safer if I’d never interfered. I should have told him the truth, I know that now. But at the time it had seemed like going to Ryan was the only option. Everything had become so mixed up and confusing. Still, I wonder how I had managed to get it quite so wrong. I was supposed to be smart but I feel like the dumbest person on Earth.

I don’t understand why he would have gone with them, just let himself be taken away, Sally thinks out loud, looking like she’s about to burst into tears. Bea squeezes her hand comfortingly and I can’t help but think about how the tables have turned. My mother is the one providing support to us, the people that have been looking after her during the years she spent between this world and wherever the hell she was that was so much better than being with her daughter.

I don’t know anymore, Sal. I just don’t know. I can’t bring myself to look at them as I say the words. There’s a sound from upstairs and I jump off of the couch and race over to the stairs, still antsy from everything that’s happened. But instead of finding a brigade of Bleeding Angels here to take away the last shred of family that I have, I find Jonah.

What are you doing up, little man? I ask, my voice conspiratorially quiet.

I heard what all of you were saying. Jake’s little brother rubs his eyes as he looks like he’s well aware that it’s way past his bed-time.

I hear the low murmur of voices of Sally and my mother comforting each other, telling each other that everything will work out, that it’ll all be okay. I figure Jonah’s mom has bigger things to worry about than him being tired for school tomorrow.

Come here, I motion for him to sit down on the bottom step next to me.

He sits down heavily, like it’s taken all his strength and I wrap my arm around his narrow shoulders automatically. We sit there for a few minutes, in silence, both thinking our own thoughts, but it’s clear we’re both thinking about the same person.

Where’s Jake? Jonah asks eventually, fiddling with the cuff of his striped pajamas.

I take a deep breath, knowing that I need to keep things together, that I don’t want to worry him. He’s had to go away for a little while. I settle for something that sits precariously between the truth and a lie.

I heard what you were saying. I’m not just some dumb kid, you know. Jonah folds his arm, looking with a burning intensity at the floor. The anger in his voice is mixed with his feeling of being left out of the loop and I can’t blame him for that.

None of us think that you’re a dumb kid, I assure Jonah. I pull him in a little tighter towards me and he rests his head on my shoulder, letting himself be soothed. We all know how smart you are. But we just don’t want to worry you. You’ve got a lot on your plate with school and everything. You don’t need to worry about this, we’ve got this. My voice sounds stronger than I thought it could.

There’s something so comforting about sitting in the Summers house, holding Jonah’s skinny, wiry body next to mine. He doesn’t know that he’s holding me up as much as I’m supporting him. It’s almost enough to make me forgot why we’re both here, killing time at the bottom of the steps.

The Angels have him, don’t they? Jonah asks after a few minutes of companionable silence. It’s not an accusation, just a statement of fact and I wonder how this grown-up voice has come out of this little guy.

I realize there’s no point in lying to him. There have been too many secrets and lies floating around. That’s partly what got us into this mess. My mind wanders as I ask myself had I told Jake about what Ryan asked me to do, if things would have turned out differently or if the end result would have been the same - Jake choosing to go with the Angels. I figure that Jonah’s going to find out about what’s happened sooner or later, and I’d prefer him to hear it from me—someone he’s known his whole life rather than some mean kids on the playground at school. Word was going to get around town soon enough, news like this had a way of raging through Painted Rock like a wildfire. I guess sometimes delving into someone else’s misery made you forget your own, for a while at least.

So I take a deep breath and tell the truth. Yes, Jonah. They have him, he’s with them now. Jonah looks up at me and I know that I’m not imagining how his bottom lip has started to tremble. His eyes are wide as saucers and I want to kick myself for thinking that the ‘honesty is the best policy’ route was the way to go with a six-year-old. But I’m going to get him back, Jonah. I promise you, I will.

As we lock eyes I think that he’s seen something in mine that has given him some kind of comfort. He settles back, nestling against me and I start to wonder if he’s fallen asleep when he speaks up. Why is your dress all dirty?