Page 66 of Breaking the Rules (Roaming Devils MC 1)

“I missed you too. Who else is going to press their cold feet against my ass?”

She shook her head. “That’s mean.”

“Nah. Being mean is telling you not to.” He lifted her so that she sat on the counter and moved between her legs. He knelt down so that he could lick her pussy. “But I’m crazy, stupid in love with you, and I think you know you can pretty much do whatever the hell you want to me. I’m not going to tell you no.”

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After Ryker went to the clinic, he left to get a haircut, then met the guys at the drug warehouse on the outskirts of the city. It felt good to be back on his bike again. The hum of the engine beneath him while the wind blew in his face was as close to paradise as he’d ever get.

They made their drop and he went along with Superman and Vampire to find Razor. The last time they’d heard, he was in New Orleans. Knowing his father, though, he bounced around from charter to charter to gain acceptance and approval should Ryker be alive and come after him. But Ryker had a strong feeling he thought the club had turned against him. They were supposed to be a team, the two of them. The look in his father’s eyes when Ryker had pushed the knife into himself had told him that he’d won, had proven that even Razor hadn’t prepared for that alternative. He hadn’t dreamed of his son choosing a woman over the club. His blood was on Razor’s knife.

And now Razor was scared.

Not only did Ella know what happened, she’d lived to tell about it. And the biggest threat to them was her close relationship with her daddy. So much incriminated Razor to the point he had to think that the cops were all over the situation. A dead body. Ella’s father being one of the key players in taking down the Roaming Devils. God knew the man protected his only daughter. He’d definitely go after Razor for kidnapping and threatening to kill Ella.

Not to mention, the Atlanta chapter was the original that the founders had started. It was the charter that ruled all the other charters across the country. If it was okay for Atlanta, it was okay for everyone else.

Razor had fucked up royally and he knew it.

Ryker tried his best to keep his temper in check. Ella had taken out the stitches in his side from the first knife wound but the staples still remained. He and the guys went along with two prospects and two other members that could be trusted. When Ryker finally got the president title, he needed to do some house cleaning of the members that still remained. There were definitely a few that he thought were shady.

The seven-hour trip was easy enough. He pulled off near Montgomery to get something to eat and call Ella.

“Hey,” he glanced around the outside of the restaurant, “I probably won’t be coming home tonight. Some club business came up out of town and I need to handle it.”

“Where are you?”

“I can’t say. Don’t worry, though. I’ll be back sometime in the morning or maybe mid-afternoon.”

She didn’t say anything, which was exactly the response he’d expected. Ella was a worrier.

“Hey,” he continued, “when I get back, maybe we can go on a weekend getaway or something. Rent a room at a bed and breakfast in Savannah.”

“I have to work.”

“Yeah, but you get vacation days, right?”

“Yes.” She didn’t say anything for a moment. “Why do I think you’re doing something stupid.”

“Because you think everything I do is stupid.” He glanced over at Vampire, who had come back from the restroom. “I’m just trying to make up for the two nights we won’t sleep together.”

“Nice try.”

“I love you, Ella. You’re my dream girl.”

“Now I know you’re really up to something bad. Probably illegal too.”

“I gotta go.” He watched as the guys filed out of the restaurant. “Think about it. I’ll call you sometime tonight.”

He hung up and pocketed his phone.

“You’re fucking pussy-whipped.” Rooster shook his head. “There is no way I would ever call a girl in a parking lot and make plans for a getaway vacation. Fuck me. What has happened to you?”

Ryker took a deep breath. He didn’t know. When he thought of Ella, most everything else ceased to exist. He wanted to spend his time trapped in his own little world with her.

“She’s changing you, man. You’re going soft.”

Before Rooster knew what hit him, Ryker jerked him off his bike and shoved him to the ground, putting a big boot on his chest. He stared down at the prospect and pulled his knife out. Rooster glanced over at the others, desperately seeking assistance.

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