Page 39 of Breaking the Rules (Roaming Devils MC 1)

“Because I spent the entire fucking night with her.” Ryker propped his hands on his hips. “And it was pretty bad. She had a fever and shivered all night. She was resting when I left her. Go be the fucking hero she thinks you are instead of being the fucking dick I know you to be.”

“Stay away from my daughter!” He lifted his finger and pointed it at Ryker’s face.

“Or what?” Ryker asked.

When he didn’t say anything, Ryker walked away. The man pissed him off more than anything. How Ella shared the same genes with him was a mystery. She was the most perfect creature he’d ever met and would ever meet. Her father was a fucking asshat.

“Well, what happened?” Ryker asked Razor, who sat at the picnic table outside the building.

“All the shit inside was taken out.” He lit up a cigarette. “We’re good.”

Ryker rubbed his eyes. “That asshole is to blame for this. He’s fishing.”

Razor didn’t say anything as he took a drag off his cig. Ryker knew that once Razor believed something to be true, it was difficult for him to think otherwise. He didn’t believe for one second that Ella told her father anything. She was innocent and he would do his best to convince his father of that.

“Were you with the girl all night?”

Ryker stared at him. “She doesn’t know anything about anything.”

Razor took a puff, the end of the stick lighting up a bright orange. “He had to know something to get a warrant. How the fuck would he know if not from her?”

“He’s making shit up.”

Razor snorted. “You and I both know that’s not how the DA works. He knows something. He had to. That’s the only way they could get the warrant.” He flicked the ashes from his cigarette. “Find out what he knows.”

Ryker rubbed a hand over his face. This was a fucking nightmare and it was about to get worse.

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Ella found herself feeling better by the late afternoon. She got up and found some clothes to pull on before heading to the kitchen to find something to eat. Someone knocked on her door and she groaned. She didn’t want visitors. Her throat was still scratchy but it didn’t hurt as bad. She grabbed something to drink and went to look out the peephole.

“What are you doing here?” she asked, smiling at her father.

“I came to ask you why you’re fucking Ryker.”

She frowned. “What?”

He barged in and she closed the door behind him. He looked like a madman. Pissed off at the world and that included her.

“We raided the Roaming Devils’ place today. Did you tell him to hide the drugs? Did you tell him that you showed me that video?”

She shook her head. “Of course not. Why? How did you raid the club?”

He huffed a breath. “I sent the video to my phone. I turned it in to Mike and he got the search warrant we needed to get the bastards, except the fucking place was clean.”

She stared at him in disbelief. “You sent the video they sent me to your phone?”

“Yes.”

She gasped and covered her mouth. “Oh no.”

“What?”

“They’re going to come after me.” She shook her head. “That video was Razor’s sick attempt to keep me away from Ryker. If they find out that the video was sent to the police, then they’re going to think I ratted them out.”

Realization crossed her father’s face. Anger filled her to the point that she had to walk away from him. Tears threatened to spill onto her cheeks. She was a liability. Her father had just fucking proved that.

“I can protect you from them. You can move home. We’ll get uniforms on the house…”

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