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CHAPTER 11

RIPPER

Iwaited for Lottie to leave the room and as soon as she did, I locked eyes with my father. I hadn’t seen him since he threw me out of the pack and disowned me. Didn’t want anything to do with me then, and I wasn’t expecting him to want anything to do with me now. Especially as I was now loyal to what he called the plague—otherwise known as the MC werewolf life.

The old man’s eyes were on Liv, who was laying on the bed behind me. Couldn’t stop myself from clenching my fists at my side. My mate wouldn’t be used as his puppet.

“Wipe her memories,” I said firmly and with direction. “I can’t have this mating process forced on her—she needs to come to me willingly.”

“So, you want me to do you a favor?”

I gritted my teeth. How did I know this was how it was going to go down.

“Just do it.”

“Or what, son?” He took a step toward me, but I wasn’t a little boy anymore. If he brought out his silver whip to whip me, I’d fucking turn it on him. “You going to set your little MC on me?”

“We aren’t fucking little—we are bigger than your pack.” Now I was going to have to play the card I didn’t want to. Because saying it out loud scared the hell out of me. “But if you don’t, she will turn on me, and come to you. Liv is stubborn. Wouldn’t put it past her to join the pack. You and I both know that will contaminate your flawless pack.”

His eyes sharpened with the problems he could possibly face if she was to go into pack life. Took him a few moments, but he nodded his head in agreement. “I’m doing it for the pack, not for you.” Like always, Dad made it clear he wouldn’t do me a simple favor.

I didn’t care why he did it, as long as it was done.

Dad walked to her side.

“You do know, Jack, even if I wipe her memories, your bond with her has started.”

Trust me, I knew that.I could already feel the pull toward her. Feel the need to touch her. Feel the need to explore her body with my tongue. This is was going to be the worst torture in the world. Watching her live her life while I waited for her feelings to grow naturally toward me.

I, however, would suffer watching her from a distance.

* * *

Two weeks passed, and Liv was doing a lot better, at least that is what I was told. I couldn’t bring myself to go see her because I knew it would have a powerful pull on me, and with her going off drugs there was a chance she would remember. And that scared the shit out of me.

Cupping my cigarette with my hand, blocking the wind from it, I lit it up and thought about what I was doing. I was going stir crazy and it was showing as I now was taking on the club deeds. Killing never scared me. In fact, I was the one saying I would be the white wolf of the pack. Which meant the one to stand out and up for the club rules, and killing came hand in hand with that.

I looked down at my blood-covered hands, and the sickening thing was, I didn’t know whose blood was whose. I just took three lives today, and I looked like a madman covered in blood. I needed to clean myself up. Walking into the back from of the club, I just had to shower before the church meeting.

I was walking a lonely road, I was the first one to admit it. However, I never wanted Liv to walk this road with me. Living and loving a killer wasn’t possible, and I was Jack the Ripper. The man that teared wolves apart for disrespecting the club, and the same man that killed humans who got in the MC ways of growing.

I unlocked the black door to my room. Scanning the room, it looked how I felt—a fucking mess.

I couldn’t explain why I was so worked up, why I was so fucking tense. It was like I was tied in knots and the tension I was feeling was nothing like I had felt before. I needed a release, but even fucking the club’s woman was relieving anything.

Wasn’t like I could go for a run either, because due to the pack’s laws, we were target practice if we shifted and ran free on their land. Even though we were powerful, my father would get a sniff of my wolf’s scent and he would go for the kill. I couldn’t go by myself, but sometimes we would do a MC run, however they were organized and planned. Usually involved moving human’s guns. No police officer would pull over a wolf, would they.

It just wasn’t an option.

I slipped my vest off. It showed my commitment to the MC. To growing it, to doing the errands for it. I lived and breathed the club life. I did everything I could to make sure the club would survive but now, I was thinking my destruction would be to myself.

How could I lead a pack of free wolves wanting to break the law, when I can’t even control my emotions. For the first time in my life, I couldn’t see what was in front of me. I always thought I wanted to be President, and now I had it but I didn’t fucking want it.

“Ripper?”

The voice was sweet, low, and my eyes shot open wide. I had face down gunpower today, killed three men with my hands, but now—right now—I was fucking terrified.

Because it washervoice.

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