Page 43 of Breaking the Rules (Roaming Devils MC 1)

Chapter Ten

Ella watched as Razor brought in a few prospects. The man that had taken her to the club stepped back from her, leaving her kneeling in the middle of the room with her arms bound.

Razor disappeared for a moment and grabbed a rocker patch with Roaming Devils For Life on it and held it up. “The first one that kills that bitch gets full membership. No vote needed.”

Ella glanced between the three men standing before her. All of them held guns in their hands. Two had visited her with Ryker when he’d been stabbed. They’d carried him up the stairs and into her apartment.

“Nobody?” Razor taunted.

She glanced over at Ryker, who looked like he was ready to kill. She’d never seen him have such anger. Deadly anger. He was controlling it, but she didn’t know for how long.

“Okay.” Razor grabbed several thousand dollars and slapped it onto the bar. “First club member that shoots her gets the fucking money. And if you want drugs, I’ll throw those in too.”

The guy named Sonny stepped up. “I’ll do it.”

Ella jerked toward the sound of his voice. Of course he’d do it. He was the one that originally told her that she was going to die. Razor handed him the gun and Sonny turned toward her, without even blinking, and pulled the trigger.

“No!” Ryker lunged forward but the two burly men grabbed him.

The clicking sound reverberated through the silence. Ella took in a shaky breath as he pulled the trigger a few more times.

“Now see. That’s loyalty.” Razor chuckled. “Doing what is best for the club without regard to feelings. Sonny doesn’t give a shit about the pretty little rat on her knees. He doesn’t care how good she can suck cock or how great that tight pussy feels around his dick. All Sonny cares about is she hurt the club and she needs to pay.”

Razor reached for the knife at his side. “Now, here’s my dilemma. Do I make a man out of my son and force him to kill the love of his life, or do I kill her myself because I know where his loyalties lie?”

He walked toward Ella, ignoring everybody else in the room. “You know he’s not a good man, right? He’s killed before. Several people, actually. That little injury he went running to you about was a result of a fight that took place over who would be the next vice president of the charter.” He glanced over at Ryker. “He’s a deadly force just like I raised him. So maybe he is the monster I created.”

Thoughts ran through Ella’s head as she tried to figure out how to get away from him. She didn’t know much about the club life, but a guy named Razor didn’t really get off on killing people with a gun. The knife in his hands was far more worrisome to her than the gun ever was.

“What would your daddy say about that?” Razor brought the steel blade to her cheek and rubbed it along her skin. “I’m sure he’s not too pleased with you fucking an outlaw biker.”

“Don’t touch her,” Ryker called out. “I’ll do it.”

Ella blinked a few times, her attention switching to Ryker. The two men let him go just as Razor turned. Ryker came toward them and held out his hand for Razor’s knife. Razor gave him the weapon, looking shocked that Ryker admitted that he’d do it.

Ryker took the knife and stared at Ella. “With just the right cut, a human can bleed out within seconds if they don’t have medical treatment.”

Ella watched as he came to her. The deadly look in his eyes was enough to scare her. Ryker had just changed the play. He’d told her that he would protect her, that he would take the fall if she fucked up. Ella felt tears well in her eyes as he slipped his hand around her neck, lightly touching her.

She wasn’t prepared for this.

“I’m sorry, Ella.” He pressed his forehead against hers. “You are the best thing that has ever happened to me.”

“Don’t.” She shook her head. “Please don’t.”

“I love you,” he whispered.

Her jaw trembled as tears streamed down her cheeks. He kissed her and she didn’t want it to end. Before she could stop him, Ryker lifted the knife and stabbed himself with it, driving it deep into his abdomen. Ella screamed, horrified, as he turned toward his father.

“You lose.”

When he collapsed, time stood still. Blood spilled out around him. Ella didn’t even care what went on around her. She lunged forward and rolled him, yanking the knife from his stomach to cut the ties from her hands. Her heart raced as she forced her finger into the gash, stopping the blood from spilling out. The warmth gave her a chill as she screamed for someone to call an ambulance. With her finger on his torn artery she wasn’t going to let him die. Not today.

Chaos erupted as most of the Roaming Devils scattered. One of the men that had helped him to her apartment knelt beside her.

“What can I do?”

“Call an ambulance.”

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