Page 3 of Breaking the Rules (Roaming Devils MC 1)

“Ten kilos spares his life.” She rubbed her forehead. “I think fifteen stops the torture. I don’t know what they want to actually set him free.”

Ryker didn’t want to tell her that they had no intention of setting him free. Getting a cop that had wronged the club usually meant death. They were just using him for extortion. It didn’t matter what his offense was. You fuck with the club and you get fucked up.

He licked his lips. “Why did you come to me?”

She glanced up at him and he felt that damn pull she had over him. He didn’t know what the fuck it was, but he’d tried chasing it off with drugs and women and it never went away. The trance she created when she was around had him damn near caving at the drop of a hat.

“You’re the only one I know that can help me.”

And there it was. He was the only one she knew that used cocaine. Since he’d had a brick on him that night, she probably thought that was a lot of cocaine. She had no fucking clue.

“Let me get this straight.” Ryker stared at her breasts because he couldn’t help himself. He’d kissed those swells once. The memory of her soft skin made him ache. She smelled like coconut and tasted even sweeter. “You just want drugs. You don’t want me to save your father?”

She wrung her fingers together. “I didn’t think that was an option.”

It wasn’t. Not really. Ryker should have let her figure it out on her own. He shouldn’t even fucking care what happened. It had nothing to do with him or his club. He knew better than anyone not to go looking for trouble. But he didn’t like the idea of her dealing with those sorry bastards by herself. The very thought of her getting abducted or treated as their plaything to win daddy back was enough to get his temper riled up.

“It’s not,” he finally said. “But if you think I’m going to hand over ten kilos of coke to you, you’re fucking crazy.”

“I have money.”

“I don’t want your money.” And he didn’t. “Get your clothes on. I’ll be right back.”

He opened the door and left before she could say anything. His father sat in the middle of the party, watching a hot club whore dance naked on the pole. She hooked her leg around the pole and swung, spreading her legs so her pussy was open to anyone that wanted to fucking stare.

And his father stared.

“I got a situation,” Ryker commented without preamble.

His father didn’t look at him. “Did you handle it?”

“It’s going to take more than me.”

His father finally peeled his gaze away from the girl and looked at him. “Is this about the doctor?”

So he’d seen her. That wasn’t good. “Yes.”

“That’s your business not club business. Fuck off.”

“You’re going to want to hear what I have to say.”

His father blew out a breath and stood. “I gotta take a piss, so you’ve got two minutes.”

Ryker followed him to the bathroom and glanced around for any people lingering. “Young Blood abducted her father and they are trying to extort her for cocaine.”

His father walked up to the urinal and unzipped. “Her father—the cop?”

“Yeah.” Ryker leaned against the door. “I don’t give a shit about the fucker, but it would be pretty damn good to get another fucking cop on our side.”

“And you think he’ll be on our side?”

“I do.”

“With you fucking his daughter?” His father stepped back from the urinal and flushed it. When he turned around, Ryker could see the skepticism. “And that’s only if we can get to him in time. The fucker could be dead for all we know.”

Ryker cleared his throat. “Pending that, yes.”

His father propped his hands on his hips. Razor had gotten his name through the first guy he killed. He didn’t have a conventional weapon like a gun or knife, but a razor blade to slash the man’s throat. The man was a legend in the Roaming Devils MC and had been a full-patch member for Ryker’s entire life. He’d gained respect, unlike most others. He didn’t go soft because Ryker was his son either. Ryker was his brother in the club once he’d become a full-patch member.

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