Rogue Angel: A Dark MC Romance (Sinners & Saints Book 2)

ROGUE ANGEL SINNERS & SAINTS BOOK 2 LANA SKY ALSO BY LANA SKY DARK MAFIA ROMANCE Beautiful Monsters Crescendo Refrain Mezzo Allegro El Mundo de Sangre Dinero de Sangre Blood Money Blood Ties Blood Bound The Complete Dinero de Sangre Trilogy Diamante de Sangre Blood Diamond Blood Debt Blood Brothers The War of Roses Universe The War of Roses XV: (Fifteen) VII: (Seven) I: (One) The Complete War of Roses Trilogy Of Mice and Men Ruthless King Queen of Thorns Mice and Men Box Set 1 Shattered Throne Mended Crown Mice and Men Box Set 2 DARK BDSM BILLIONAIRE ROMANCE Club XXX Maxim: Submit Maxim: Obey Maxim: Surrender Maxim: The Complete Trilogy Vadim: Control Vadim: Corrupt Vadim: Conquer Vadim: The Complete Trilogy Club XXX Novellas Confession Compromise Conquest DARK MC ROMANCE Sinners & Saints Sinners & Saints Rogue Angel Wild Devil DARK ROMANTIC SUSPENSE Painted Sin A Touch of Dark A Taste like Sin The Complete Painted Sin Duet Dragon Triad Duet Moth Flame The Complete Dragon Triad Duet DARK AGE-GAP ROMANCE Standalones Pretty Perfect Crossed Lines DARK PARANORMAL ROMANCE The Ellie Gray Chronicles Drain Me Chain Me The Complete Ellie Gray Chronicles The Black Mountain Pack Shift Howl The Black Mountain Pack Duet Ravenswood Monster in My Shadow Monster in My Heart Monster in My Soul The Daemon Blade Series Atiernan Daemon’s Blood Daemon’s Kiss Logan Daemon’s Blade Daemon’s Bane NEWSLETTER EXCLUSIVE Rockstar Rebels Dirty Lyrics (Newsletter Exclusive) ALSO BY MOLLY DOYLE Desires Duet Dominant Desires Dark Desires Order of the Unseen Scream for Us Melt for Us Bloodshed Sinners & Saints Sinners & Saints Rogue Angel Wild Devil Rogue Angel Rogue Angel By Lana Sky * * * Copyright © 2023 by Lana Sky All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Cover Design and Interior Formatting by Charity Chimni Editing by Charity Chimni Alpha Reading by Jessica Rita Rampersad ACKNOWLEDGMENTS Thanks so much to everyone who supported this draft along the way, including the many beta readers who provided encouragement! Please keep in mind that this story includes dark, graphic, and explicit content matter that may not be suitable for readers under the age of 18—or for readers who are uncomfortable with the following subject matter: drug use, mentions of suicide, cultish behavior, explicit sex, and graphic depictions of violence. CONTENTS 1. Frey 2. Daze 3. Frey 4. Daze 5. Frey 6. Daze 7. Frey 8. Daze 9. Frey 10. Daze 11. Frey 12. Daze 13. Frey 14. Daze 15. Frey 16. Daze 17. Frey 18. Daze 19. Frey 20. Daze 21. Frey 22. Frey 23. Daze 24. Frey 25. Daze About Lana Sky Also by Lana Sky ONE FREY It’s terrifying when all you know is pain. Pulsing agony floods my skull with every breath, and for a moment, I can’t even remember my own name. Gradually, snippets of clarity come back to me, but they feel disconnected, like facts about a stranger. I’m Frances Heywood. Twenty-three. I’m… Where am I? I blink my eyes open, but something’s wrong. A scratchy material brushes my eyelids, weighing them down. A groggy part of my brain voices a term for it—blindfold. That’s not the most troubling realization, either. I can’t move. My arms are tied behind my back at awkward angles, and the air smells…wet. Like rust or mildew. My body feels dry, at least, though I’m cold. A gritty substance under my bare feet makes me think of concrete. My teeth are chattering, and the surface I am sitting on is hard and frigid. A metal folding chair? Maybe. Kicking my legs against the floor and rocking back, I hear a metallic squeal echo off the nearby walls. Could I be in a basement? Whatever the case, I’m not in Daze’s apartment—the last place I remember being. I strain my ears but don’t hear a hint of his gruff laugh or coarse murmur. As a chilling silence echoes in his place, I try like hell to remember more. What happened? We were asleep, and then… Without warning, a dozen disjointed images flood my head, and I wince at the speed of them. Me and Daze in his bed. A noise. Him trying to protect me from someone. A man. Silas. He and his goons dragging me into a van. Being blindfolded... I must have gotten knocked out after that. God, they could have taken me anywhere… No. I can’t panic. Think, Frey! “Hello?” I shakily call out. “Is anyone there?” All I hear is my own shrill voice echoing back at me. It’s childish to hope that Daze is here with me, but I do. I call out again. And again. Eventually, I fall silent and put my focus into moving, rocking the chair back and forth to shift over an inch. Another. Maybe somehow, I can find a way to the exit. Wait… A faint murmur draws my notice, and I freeze. Voices? They sound muffled, as if coming from another room, and I don’t know whether to be hopeful or terrified. Surprisingly, my own safety is the least of my concerns. I can’t stop thinking of Daze. Silas hit him, from what I remember—hard. The kind of blow that could have killed him. I won’t ever forgive myself if it did. Oh god… Wallowing in guilt won’t help me, but it’s all I can do to push the prospect to the back of my mind and keep breathing. After Hale, I can’t have another death on my conscious. Because I know in my gut that whatever this is about has to do with me.