Angel’s POV.
We f****d up. We royally f****d up.
I watched as the Bugatti got smaller and smaller out of view. I moved towards where my bike is when Jessie, one of the sweet butts, grabs my arm.
“Come on, Angel, let her go. You know what she is like. Always dramatic.” She says, pouting and I shove her hand away from my arm and I take a step back.
“You didn’t tell her, did you?” I accuse her and she steps back with a fake gasp of hurt.
“I …”
“Don’t try to lie to me. I told you to go to the bar and tell her we would be late. I saw you walk away. But you didn’t go and tell her, did you?” I roared that last sentence at her and she shrinks further back. I grab her by her forearm.
“If she refuses to speak to me or Michael again because of your jealously I swear to god I will make you pay.
