Chapter 22.

Angel POV.

I follow the tracker, and the brazen bitch is, in fact, at the clubhouse. I see Boomer standing, barking at the prospect, trying to get inside. I chuckle seeing my boy. I climb out of my SUV and whistle, and Boomer stops barking and walks to me.

“Good boy.” I say, patting him on his side as I lean into the SUV to grab a bottle of water and his water dish. I fill it and put it on the ground and he goes to it and laps it up.

“What’s your name prospect?” I ask as I walk towards the gate. He looks from me to my monster of a dog.

“Danny.” I smile and nod at him.

“Well, Danny, can you be a babe and open the gates and let me in?” I ask as sweetly as I can. I even bat my damn lashes. He isn’t a bad-looking guy and I can tell he is a sweetheart. The life of the MC is going to turn him into a heart breaker.

“I can’t do that. I’m sorry.” I sigh and pout before I whine like a little privileged bitch.

“How about this, handsome? You let me in.” I walk closer to the gate and hold the bars