Ashton peered out of the utility closet where he’d been hiding. He’d stayed in here for the last hour getting angrier by the minute. His face hurt but that was nothing compared to what he would do to Angel when he got his hands on her. Sanctuary was nothing but a damn whorehouse with cousins sneaking around and f*****g… it made him sick. No wonder the family was so screwed up… they were all inbred.
He stilled inside the closet when a shadow fell across the floor and Ray came into view. It was that damn Indian that acted so hostile toward him and so sweet toward Angel. His split personality problem was probably proof he’d f****d Angel along with the rest of the happy orgy.
Looking around for a weapon, Ashton started to grab a weight bar but stopped when he noticed what the Indian was doin
