Page 23 of Forever Zara

So proud of her.

Are they dangerous to us?

Did they show signs of sycophant worship?

Are any of them from years ago?

Do they want to move on theSoulsturf?

“They were pathetic, Zara.” He shared. “It was like a den for kids, hardly a MC at all. I filled Jamie in. He’s gonna put a man on the look-out. We’ll see what it brings.”

Rider came up behind her, scooted her ice-white hair over one shoulder, and he dipped down to kiss her exposed neck. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, honey. You would have sniffed out trouble a mile away. I trust your gut instinct. If it’s just silly boys, then they have nothing to do with…before. I can’t condemn men to a fate they had nothing to do with, can I?”

His woman had a heart. She had a conscience. Though she dreaded mention of the Raging Rebels, her steadfast morals would never allow her to put a head into the guillotine if they didn’t deserve it.

It’s what he loved about her most.

She kept him right.

Rider didn’t have any such scruples.

He saw in black and white, and though he’d seen nothing outwardly wrong in that new club, he didn’t trust it.

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Hawk knew him too well.

They’d grown up in the club together.

Going through grueling times, which forged their trust and friendship.

There was no one else who Rider would want as VP, someone to tell him like it is with no sugar-coating bullshit.

Pale eyes, cold as dick rot, watched him as they cradled bottles of beer.

“You’re worrying,” Hawk spoke finally, resting an arm on the table.

“Hm.” He answered, taking a long pull on the Carlsberg imported beer. He wanted whiskey, rum, tequila. Anything to get him as drunk as possible.

But he didn’t do that shit much anymore. Not now he had a family to take care of.

The need to get out of his mind and fuck something up with his fists was there, chewing through his brain.

Would this shit ever end for his Zara?

Could he ever get her to a place she felt safe enough if something were always going to rear its fucking head to frighten her?

Rider felt useless.

She said she was fine and wasfinewith the outcome he’d shared with her.

Fine. His woman was not fine.

It was less than two weeks until their wedding. She should be on top of the world in Bridezilla mode, not feeding him shitty, lying words likefineandokay.

“You made it clear to them, Ri. They’d be fucking idiots to step into Colorado again.”

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