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“Ice, Torch, and Has-Been. That’s it, and the other two found me out, or they wouldn’t know at all. They don’t know about the stuff from the lab. Just that we tried the method Tori used.”
“So when Has was glaring at you earlier, I take it that was him figuring shit out with that big brain of his.”
Ryder nodded slowly. “He blanked me for most of the day, so probably. He was pissed about the other stuff as it was. They both were.”
“As they fucking should be.”
“Hey, it’s worth you knowing that Ice didn’t want to help either. He tried to talk me out of it, and he tried again every damn time. He’s not to blame here.”
I got up from behind my desk.
“Trouble is, the damage might already be done, brother. I trust that you understand your little supply chain ends right now.”
“Fuck. Honestly, Reacher, we’re not hurting anyone.”
I pointed at the door. “Fuck off, and do some serious thinking, brother. There’s no precedent for this in the club rules, but I might have to add something.”
Ryder sighed, heading for the door.
“You realise that you could be destroying my relationship with my old lady, right? Taking away from us the one thing that makes us a couple.”
“Get out of my sight, Ryder. I need time to think this through too.”
I sat there after he left, wondering what the fuck I was supposed to do with everything he’d just told me. And that’s when Doc appeared in my doorway.
“I thought you left for the night, brother?”
He stepped inside and closed the door.
“Left my damn wallet here, and wanted to get a takeaway. Uh… we have a problem though, Pres.”
I raised my eyebrows, and he sighed.
“Someone broke into my desk in the infirmary, and they took the syringes from my drawer. The syringes that only a few of us know about.”
Fucking hell. I slammed my hands down on the desk. That stupid son of a bitch. He just fucking sat there and looked me in the face, like he hadn’t already stolen the shit back.
“What the hell is happening to this club? This is fucking unacceptable!”
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IcouldpracticallyfeelReacher’srage from across the room as he stood in the doorway of his office, and glowered at everyone within range. Something was wrong, and I was worried that they’d already discovered the missing drugs. I wasn’t sure how bikers dealt with stuff like this, and the only person I could ask was Reacher himself. I took a deep breath and approached him, watching his eyes land on me, and stay there.
“Everything okay?” I’d seen Doc striding out of there, so it was the only thing it could be. He jerked his head back at the office, telling me to join him there. Shit, had I been caught on a camera or something? I started desperately trying to think of excuses for what I did. Preferably without dropping anyone in the shit.
I closed the door behind me, and watched Reacher go and sit down. He waved a hand at me. He’d done this once before, and all he’d wanted that time was to hold me in his lap, like it gave him some kind of comfort. Helped him calm down. That was before we’d been fucking though. Was it what he wanted thistime? Or did he want to fuck me on his desk? Truthfully I was open to either.
“Ally, please.”
I walked around the desk, and he dragged me into his lap, his arms tight around me. He pressed my head against his chest, and rested his chin on top.
He let out a few heavy breaths, his body shuddering slightly. He was definitely freaking out about something. He had so much weight on his shoulders, and I’d added to it, albeit grudgingly.
“Are you okay?”
He shushed me, just holding me tightly against him, and the longer it went on, the more worried I became.
“Oh god, is Ice okay?” He released me, letting me lift my head to look at him. He looked shaken, upset, stressed. The poor man just kept taking on more and more, but how much could one man take?
