INTO THE FIRE (Forbidden Love) Read Online Free PDF Page B

cowboy. A very dangerous cowboy.
“Ready?” he asked Angel. “Time’s a wastin’.”
    “Yeah,” Angel said with sardonic smile. “Everyone else should already be waiting.”
    The two jogged downstairs, taking the steps two and three at a time. When they reached the foyer, Rebel smiled at what he saw.
    Antonio was dressed fully clad in his leathers, his Sig strapped to his side. His shoulder length black hair was tied behind his neck, his bright eyes alert and ready. On his back was a nondescript looking pack, filled with explosives, no doubt.
    Gage was sporting his usual black jeans and t-shirt, his dark hair appearing to be black in the low light, even though it was really a very dark brown. He wouldn’t have looked very menacing if not for the razor sharp sword attached to his hip.
    Jacque was standing there as if he were doing nothing more than visiting a local club. His caramel eyes were alight with anticipation, his short, dark hair spiked around his head. His eyebrow rings glinted in the light, as did the matching rings in his ears. The small diamond stud in his nose sparkled like a beacon. He looked like he was ready to party. But Rebel wasn’t fooled. Jacque was a dangerous vampire. His spiked, leather collar served more than the purpose of fashion. Those spikes were lethally sharp, and there were likely several blades tucked into his boots or strapped to his body in any number of places.
    Sebastian was standing aside, conversing quietly with Brea and Jessica. No doubt assuring them that their family would come back in one piece. His long, blue-black hair was tied behind him with a strip of leather, his casual shirt and jeans casting a misleading sense of safety around him. Sebastian was anything but safe. His pale blue eyes were so pale that the color was almost non-existent. When he turned to smile at Rebel, it was a feral grin that was more a baring of his lethal fangs. He kissed his mate and headed for the door. “We ready to roll?”
    A chorus of “Yes,” and “Let’s do this,” was his answer.
    The six men piled into a black Escalade with very dark tinted windows, Sebastian at the wheel. It took longer than they wanted to get out of the gates surrounding the Knight Estate, due to the ridiculous number of fans who had set up camp around the perimeter. Once the gates opened, people surrounded the SUV in hopes of getting a glimpse of the famous Angel Knight, making it damn near impossible to get out.
    “Fucking people!” Rebel snarled. “Get out of the fucking way.” Normally, fans were a good thing. Many people enjoyed their music, and Angel as well as the rest of the band enjoyed the attention. Most of the time. The paparazzi, they could live without.
    Flashes from a variety of cameras lit the night air around the truck as they guys slowly made their way down the long drive and into the main street. Sebastian drove with care, not wanting to hurt anyone, but his irritation was a palatable thing within the confines of the vehicle. They had driven a good two city blocks before Sebastian was clear of the people and able to speed up.
    Then, all bets were off. He sped down the city streets on an unwavering path toward Leigh’s small apartment.
    Angel’s cell phone rang when they had reached a point only a mile south of her place. “What do ya got for me?” he said without a greeting.
    “Shit,” he spat into the phone. “How long?...We’re nearly there. Ok, see you.” He snapped his phone shut and turned to Rebel. “That was Samuel. He says Leigh isn’t at her apartment. She’s not at work. He doesn’t know where she is.”
    “Fuck.” Was Rebel’s answer. He seemed to say that a lot lately. “Where could she have gone?”
    “We were hoping you might know,” Angel replied. “You know her better than any of us.”
    Rebel shrugged his shoulders. He had never seen Leigh visit with any friends or family. For all he knew, she didn’t have any. All he had ever seen her do was work, eat,