Page 22 of Raze
I step over him, checking the room, but it’s clear.
Tank bursts in from the back, his Glock ready, but he lowers it when he sees the Broker down.
“Nice shot,” Tank says, grinning. “Fucker didn’t stand a chance.”
Nico’s frozen, his .38 still in his hand, his face pale but steady.
I grab the boy’s shoulder, turning him to face me.
“You good, Nico?” I ask, my voice softer now.
The boy nods, but his eyes flick to the Broker’s body, and I know it’s hitting him—the weight of death, even if the bastard deserved it.
Tank’s already rummaging through the room, kicking over a chair to reveal a duffel bag stuffed with cash—tens of thousands, probably ripped off from another crew.
“Jackpot,” Tank says, slinging the bag over his shoulder. “This’ll smooth things over with Clay. And I’m pretty sure there’s a safe in the bedroom that we can cut out of the floor and take back with us”
I nod, but my focus is on Nico.
The boy’s shaking, just a little, and I pull him close, my hand on the back of his neck.
“You did good, kid,” I say, my voice low. “But don’t ever pull this shit again. Not if you want to stick around.”
Nico looks up at me, those blue eyes bright with relief and something else—something that makes my chest tight. The rain’s still falling outside, but the job’s done. The Broker’s dead, the money’s ours, and my reputation’s intact.
Clay will have to eat his words when we return with cash, a safe filled with God knows what, and potentially a decent jewelry haul too. The safe might be small enough to fix onto the rear of a bike, but damn it’s big enough to carry some serious shit.
After some speedy work ransacking the goods and jacking the floor safe out of its hole, we head out, Tank leading the way with the stash, Nico and me behind.
I glance at Tank’s Harley, parked under the streetlight, and shake my head.
“You’re lucky Tank didn’t kill you himself,” I mutter to Nico, who gives me a sheepish grin.
“Worth a shot,” Nico says, his voice lighter now, but there’s still that edge of guilt. I climb onto my bike, gesturing for him to get on Clay’s motorcycle. “Becareful.”
Tank takes his own ride, the duffel secured, and we tear out of the suburb, the rain slicking the road.
As we ride, my mind’s already planning.
Nico’s getting that public spanking Tank joked about—right in the clubhouse, where the brothers can see. He needs to learn, needs to know stealing a Wolf Rider’s bike comes with consequences.
But that’s not all.
There’s something else waiting for him, something private, just between us.
That kiss, the way he called me Daddywhen he sucked my cock, the way he risked everything tonight—it’s got me hooked.
I’m gonna show him what it means to be mine, to belong to a Wolf Rider.
Not just tonight, but forever…
Chapter 9
Nico
The roar of Clay’s Harley beneath me is like a shot of adrenaline straight to my veins. The bike’s power vibrates through my bones, a raw, untamed force that makes my heart pound and my cock stir in my jeans.
And from what I’ve seen from Clay, there’s no way I’m taking Raze’s warning lightly. I need to get this bike back without a single scratch on it or I’m probably in even more danger than I’ve been at any point in my whole life.
