Page 4 of Breaking the Rules (Roaming Devils MC 1)

“So we risk our asses to gain a cop on our side? And there is no fucking guarantee that he would even go dirty.” Razor rubbed his nose. “You’ve got to give me something better than that.”

“What do you want?”

His father grinned and grabbed his crotch. “That pussy has got to be worth something if you want to lose your fucking mind again to go in guns blazing.”

Ryker knew that he said it only to piss him off.

His father moved toward him and patted his stomach. “There’s a girl out there willing to take care of your cock. Don’t look so fucking sad.”

They went back to the party and Ryker saw Ella standing there taking it all in. He didn’t know what to say to her. If it was going to happen he had to entertain himself with something else or he’d fucking lose his mind.

While his father went to her, Ryker went back to his seat. Since he was clean, that meant drugs were out. He grabbed one of the club whores dressed in a short little sparkly dress. She stumbled on her spiked heels as he dragged her toward him. His hands went to his jeans and he pulled his cock out. The bitch got the message, kneeling before him. He sat back, trying not to focus on what his father was doing. The bitch before him took his cock between her lips and sucked him, giving him the distraction he wanted. He closed his eyes, picturing the one scene that he’d been playing over and over his head—the only scene that got him hard and got him off.

He pictured Ella laid out in front of him while he sank into her welcoming body.

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Ella Hawkins didn’t know what to think when she went in the back room with the man named Razor. Once they were alone, he reached for a bag of pot from a table in the room and rolled himself a joint.

“So you’re the reason my son was thrown into jail.”

Ah. That’s why he wanted to talk with her alone. He rolled the pot in the paper and licked it to seal.

“My father wasn’t too happy about us being together.”

He pinched the joint shut and glanced up at her. “Your father. Isn’t that who you’ve come to ask us to rescue?”

She swallowed. “Not exactly, no. I wanted to buy cocaine.”

“You ever try the stuff?” he asked. He reached for a lighter and lit the joint, sucking hard. “It’ll take your fucking head off.”

She wasn’t a drug user, and smoke irritated her asthma. “I’m not interested in using it myself.” Ella stared at him.

“Oh.” He puffed on the joint. “What are you planning to do with it?”

Ella swallowed. He knew. She knew Ryker told him. “I don’t have much time. Can you get me the drugs or not?”

Razor stared at her, puffing his joint. The room smelled like pot and the smoke had started to aggravate her lungs. He had no intention of getting her the drugs. She was making a deal with the devil and she should have known better than to think he’d play by the rules.

“I told my son that the only way I’d help you is if you give me a taste of your wet pussy.” Razor slipped the joint between his lips. “He thinks I’m fucking you right now.”

“Is that what you want?” Ella asked. She had no intention of sleeping with the man, although if it meant getting her dad back, it wasn’t the worst thing she could do. She’d already broken the law by trying to buy drugs. And if she got them, she could do twenty to life with the amount she wanted.

“No.” Razor took in her body. “I’m sure you’re a great fuck, but I think you’re more of a problem than not. And I don’t fucking like problems.”

“Then what do you want?”

The man tapped his joint in a nearby ashtray. “I’ll agree to help you. We’ll go in and get your daddy from the bad guys. Make sure he is returned in one piece.”

Ella waited for the but in his statement. “I doubt it’s out of the goodness of your heart.”

Razor smiled at her statement. “I want you to stay away from Ryker. For whatever reason, your pussy has got him hypnotized. You are a distraction and he doesn’t need that. He needs to keep his fucking mind on this club if he ever has a chance at running it.”

“We’ve never had sex.” Ella didn’t know what the hell he was talking about. Ryker didn’t like her. He avoided her.

“Really?” Razor seemed surprised at that. “Your father wasn’t playing, then. He arrested him for touching you, not fucking you. Well played.”

Ella didn’t know what to say. Part of being with Ryker that night was to piss her father off. He didn’t like the idea of her coming back home to do her residency. He didn’t like her working in the free clinic run by the hospital. The majority of people she saw were in poverty or junkies. If she wasn’t dealing with a malnourished child she was dealing with overdoses on a daily basis.

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