Page 42 of Breaking the Rules (Roaming Devils MC 1)

He tilted his head. “Rain check?”

She sat up. “Fine. Be careful.”

He kissed his fingers and waved at her before leaving. Her apartment wasn’t too far from the club. He didn’t know what kind of shit was raining down on them, but he could only imagine. He was fucking tired and not in the mood to mess with anyone.

The moment he walked in, two burly members grabbed him and forced him to his father’s chair. Ryker frowned, staring at Vampire, who stood off to the side.

“They forced me to.” He glanced over at Razor.

Ryker turned to his father and stared at him. “What the fuck is this about?”

Razor motioned for the men to let him go and Ryker jerked free from them. His father was a pain in the ass. There were very few club members that wanted to go against Ryker, which was why he recruited the burly twins to do his bidding.

“My contacts at the police department said that the evidence for the warrant came from the fucking video I sent your little bitch.” He stared at him. “And you still want to maintain the idea that she didn’t tell daddy anything.”

Ryker blinked a few times. “Why the fuck does it matter? They didn’t get anything. Nobody went to jail. Her father was reaching and it was a bust.”

“The video had our cocaine packaging on it.” Razor pointed to what he was talking about. On the kilo next to him, there was a marking that was their brand. “Now they know which fucking dope is ours.”

Okay, that was a problem. “Then maybe next time you shouldn’t film me doing illegal shit and send it to my girlfriend.”

His father’s eyes darkened. “Girlfriend?”

Ryker didn’t say any more. There was no way to win that conversation. Ella would always be a threat to Razor because of who she was related to. Bringing her into the club was a bad idea, and Ryker tried his best to keep her away, but he simply couldn’t. He couldn’t stay away from her.

“A rat is your girlfriend. Now there’s something for the Christmas cards.” He snapped his fingers and motioned toward Sonny.

Ryker watched as they brought Ella in the clubhouse. She was still dressed in the sweats he’d left her in. Sonny knocked her to her knees and Ryker clenched his hands. She wasn’t hurt and the fucking old man had better be glad. She glanced around at them, not saying a word. Her hands were bound and her eyes were big.

“What is she doing here?”

Razor snorted. “Like you don’t know how we handle rats.”

He pulled out his gun and cocked it before staring at Ryker. “Do you have the balls to do the honors? Or are you just a fucking pussy?”

“I’m not killing her.” Ryker said it with a deadly tone. “And if you fucking think that you or anyone else in this club is, you’d better fucking kill me first.”

Razor laughed. “Wow. She really has your balls in a knot.”

Razor focused on Ella. Ryker watched as his father studied her. She didn’t plead for her life. She didn’t cry. She simply sat there, waiting.

“Is that okay with you?” Razor held the gun out, pressing the barrel against Ryker’s forehead. “You want me to kill him first and let you watch?”

“You’re not going to kill your son.”

Razor arched an eyebrow. “Really? Why not?”

“He’s your legacy. Who is going to take over the club if he’s dead?”

Razor’s face contorted into rage. “Shut up, you stupid cunt!”

Ella licked her dry lips. “I mean, isn’t this what it’s about? The whole reason I’m here is because you’re trying to protect what you think you’ve created. You isolate him. You try to force him to do your bidding. You’re a sick, sick human being to inject drugs into him and film him just so you can send the video to me.”

“You didn’t like that?”

“Ryker is a wonderful person. He’s not the monster you want him to be.”

Razor laughed. “I got to hand it to you, son, I really didn’t think she’d be a cheerleader for you. Maybe it’s not the pussy that’s hypnotizing but your dick. That I can understand more.”

“Let her go.” Ryker had had just about all he could take of his father’s little show.

“Not a chance.” Razor walked toward Ella and gripped her face, squeezing hard enough to make her wince. “It’s about to get interesting.”

Ryker’s mind raced. What the fuck was he going to do?

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