Page 161 of His Virgin Romance Series

CHAPTER7

Ryder

“Well?”I asked, the moment Bones, Red, and Devon walked in.

“Nothing,” Devon replied. “Radio silence.”

I pursed my lips. “It means something.”

“It means the guy’s run off scared,” Red said with a smile that betrayed his immaturity.

“You don’t write a threatening letter in blood only to run off scared the next moment,” Devon said in the same mindset I was in.

“What if he only found out that Abby was connected to the Fallen Angels after he wrote the note?” Red suggested, almost hopefully.

“He didn’t,” Abby said, entering the living room. I noticed she was limping a little. I glanced down at her left ankle, and though the swelling had gone down a little, there was a noticeable bruise. The men turned to her as she sat down on one of the chairs opposite me. “He knew I had a brother in the Fallen Angels while we were… together.”

“Did you talk about Devon much?” I asked, leaning in. “While you were with the fucker?”

“Some,” Abby shrugged. “He seemed interested.”

“In me?” Devon asked, and his tone suggested suspicion.

“In you,” Abby nodded. “In the whole concept of a motorcycle club. He wanted to know how you did things here.”

“And what did you tell him?” I asked.

“Nothing,” Abby admitted. “I didn’t know enough to tell him anything. He knew that I didn’t spend a lot of time with Devon in the first place.”

“Odd that he was curious about it though,” Bones said, looking around the loose circle and making his own assumptions.

“Why?” Abby asked, reading the atmosphere in the room. “Do you think it’s important that he was interested in the club?”

“He wasn’t interested in the club,” I corrected her. “He was interested in how the club was run. He was working you.”

Abby frowned. “Working me?”

“This is not some random possessive boyfriend we’re talking about here,” I said. “This is a man with a motive. This is a man with a vendetta.”

“A vendetta against whom?” Abby asked.

“Who else?” I said. “Me… us… the Fallen Angels as a whole.”

“Fuck,” Devon said, looking towards me. “Do you think this is connected with the turf war that killed your father?”

“That’s the only thing that makes sense to me at the moment,” I said. “Abby happens to get involved with a man who’s interested in our club. Then, he disappears shortly after nearly strangling her to death, putting us all on high alert. We close ranks in order to protect her, and when he re-appears to claim what’s his, things escalate and—”

“We have another fight on our hands,” Devon finished for me.

“Exactly,” I nodded. “And Godwin has the excuse he needs to finish off the Angels once and for all.”

“He’s the one that brokered the truce with you,” Bones pointed out.

“Because we had his son’s body,” I said. “And he and his best man were cornered, and he was afraid if he didn’t suggest a truce, then his life would be forfeit too. Trust me… he wasn’t trying to be noble. He was trying to save his skin before we killed him.”

“Excuse me,” Abby said suddenly.

I realized how pale she looked, and for a moment I thought she was going to throw up. She turned and went back upstairs, obviously seeking refuge in her room. I watched her go and then turned to my men.

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