Page 63 of Savage in the Streets
“Just remember, he needs us as much as we need him,” Ashton reminds me.
“Should we talk with Alvarez? Give him an update?”
“Absolutely not!”
“Why? Doesn’t he want to catch the bad guy just as badly as we do? Couldn’t he be of some use?”
“He doesn’t care about justice. Alvarez is hungry, and if he smells blood, there’s no telling what he’ll do. He could be looking to make a stronger case against you.”
He’s right. How could I have been so stupid?
I nod my head in agreement. “We’re going to have to be extra careful.”
“I like the direction this is headed, but this Bruce guy could end up being more trouble than he’s worth,” Ashton says. “I really hope this is the right call.”
“Oh, don’t worry about him.” I smile seductively, running my hand up Ashton’s thigh to his growing bulge. “I know exactly what he wants.”
Chapter 18
Ashton
I lookat the wall of muscle that is Bruce Riker on the surveillance footage and press the intercom button.
“Step into the elevator.”
He complies, which is shocking considering how averse to obeying any type of instruction he is.
I wouldn’t have blamed Bailey if she had said yes to marrying the guy. He’s become a legend in his short reign, rising up from nothing and taking control of an established criminal empire. All while looking that manly kind of rugged that’s on-trend.
I glance to Bailey, who looks damn near regal in leathers and biker-chic hair. A style that Bruce will respond well to. Mabel is seated next to her, looking like some kind of biker handmaiden, excited to see a glimpse into Bailey’s past life.
I rub my hands together. “It’s game time.”
She doesn’t show it, but my Savage Queen has been a wreck waiting for this moment. Even though she has other options, Bruce Riker is her quickest way out of the mess her father got her into, and if Bruce can’t help, she could spend years trying to prove her innocence.
Bruce strolls into my place like he owns it, which should make me nervous with his tendency of taking what he wants when he wants it.
“Riker,” I spit out, knowing better than to address him too formally.
He dons a cocksure grin. “Yer the guy helping that Savage girl.”
“Take a seat.” I gesture to the sitting area.
Princess Petunia growls from afar, making Bruce look around, and if I’m not mistaken, there’s a look of distress on his face. Which is pretty comical.
Then he sneezes.
Bruce Riker, biker thug, is allergic to cats.
“Bailey, Mabel, this is Bruce Riker. Bruce—”
“Yeah, yeah,” Bruce says, taking a seat in an overstuffed chair. “Now, what can I do for these two beautiful ladies?”
For as rough as he is, even I can’t deny that he has magnetic charm. A charisma that disallows you from taking your eyes off him. Bailey seems to be immune to it, but Mabel, well, there are stars in her eyes I haven’t seen since her late husband.
“Bruce, thank you for coming,” Bailey starts. “I believe you’ve been in touch with my father and my brother.”
He nods his head but says nothing.
