Page 58 of Keeping What He Wants

Ryker sat back in his seat. “Let’s start with an easier question then. Where are you?”

“I’m where you left me, minding my own business.”

Ryker snorted. “I highly doubt that. If you’re in the city, I’m giving you one opportunity to come to the clubhouse on your own. If I find you, you’re dead.”

“All you’ve done in this minute-long conversation is threaten me. Is the pressure of the position getting to you, son?”

“Not even a little bit, old man.”

“Well, that’s good to hear. Now if you don’t mind, there is a beautiful Brazilian that wants to blow me and I’m really not in the mood to say no.”

Superman snorted when Ryker hung up. “He hasn’t changed.”

“Yeah. That’s the problem.” Ryker rubbed his forehead. “He had a gun deal with the Young Bloods, right?”

“Yeah.” Superman folded his arms over his thick chest. “Cramer and crew.”

“Let’s go talk to them.” Ryker stood and sauntered out into the main area of the club. A few of the guys were gathered around talking and he nodded, motioning toward the door. Cramer was the least of his worries. He didn’t know what kind of bullshit his father was dabbling in, but he didn’t believe him when he’d said he stayed where Ryker had left him. Razor did what Razor wanted.

Ryker pulled out his phone and dialed Pat. The cop answered on the second ring. “I need something from you.”

“What? Did you find Ella?”

“No.” Ryker turned his back to his crew. “I need you to tell me about the gun deals you had against my father.”

“I can’t and won’t give you that information. Besides, don’t you already know it?”

“If I did, I wouldn’t ask. I think he’s linked to Ella’s disappearance. Just tell me what you know.”

Pat hesitated. A criminal and a cop working together probably wasn’t the ideal situation for either of them. He knew Pat wanted Ella home safely. Both of them would do anything necessary for her. It was the only way they would ever become allies.

“Razor was making deals with Young Bloods.” Pat huffed. “The vein of distribution stopped nearly a month ago when you took over. We assumed you’d killed him and waited for the Roaming Devils to pop back on our radar, but nothing happened for a while. Then the murders started. The guns were left behind as a statement, so homicide called Guns and Gangs in to help. We couldn’t trace them. We couldn’t link them to anything we had. Not until my guy spotted a few Roaming Devils club members at the bar. Your club was all we had to take these murderers down.”

Ryker straddled his bike. “The guns were a statement for me. And it wasn’t even my guys.”

“Someone set you up? Is this some kind of fucking turf war between motorcycle gangs?”

“Yes and no.” Ryker licked his lips. “I have to take care of some business. I’ll be in touch.”

He hung up and started the engine. His bike roared to life, vibrating between his legs. He didn’t know what the fuck his father was doing, but if he was trying to retaliate against Ryker for stealing his position, then he sure as hell had better hide. Because once Ryker found him, he’d kill him. No hesitation this time.

The Young Bloods’ main dope house was where they’d caught a lucky break and found Cramer. Ryker sat back on his bike, waiting, while his brothers brought the scumbag out.

“Have you had any contact with Razor?”

“No.”

“I don’t believe you, Cramer. I have several people telling me that you and him were making deals behind my back.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Ryker flexed his hand inside the leather glove. Then he swung, making contact with Cramer’s face. The man shrieked like a banshee as blood spewed from his nose.

“I’m going to ask you again. Have you had any contact with Razor?”

Cramer blinked a few times, holding his nose. The guy really wasn’t made for leading a crime organization. He did his drug running, but he paid others to be the muscle.

Ryker dished out a few more punches on the man’s body before he took a break and waited for him to talk.

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