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“Tell me you left room for dessert.”
“Dessert?”
My eyes widened and a cool, strong gust of wind hit me hard. I shivered slightly, watching as Ripper removed the jacket from his shoulder, slipping it over my arms. It smelled like him, and I relished in it.
“There’s a small pie place not too far from here that has the best apple pie I’ve ever had. You up for a ride, sweet pea?”
“How could I possibly turn down the best apple pie?” I asked, my cheeks hurting from how much I smiled.
I grabbed my keys before Ripper shook his head, pointing over to his bike.
“Nah, let me drive you. It’s time you see how good it is to feel the wind on your skin when you don’t have to keep your eyes glued to the road.”
“Lead the way.”
I tried to kick the nervousness I felt creeping up inside of me when he handed me his extra helmet. I slipped it on, feeling his hands guide my arms around his torso. I could practically feel his muscles underneath his T-shirt, the scent of his cologne filling my nostrils, and it was perfect. I basked in how warm he was, knowing that I didn’t want the night to end any time soon.
“Hold on tight, sweet pea.”
The engine revved, Ripper’s grip tightened, and we were off. I felt the wind rippling against my clothes, my hands grasping onto Ripper as he picked up the pace, and before I knew it, we had arrived. I took in the small converted garage, the orange neon pie sign, and the cinnamon aroma that instantly caught my attention. It was a quaint little spot, one that seemed to be quite busy all night.
Ripper bought us both a slice, gathering some onto the plastic fork before waving it at me.
“You need to try this.”
I opened up my mouth as he fed me. Between how close we were and how good the pie was I could’ve sworn I was on cloud nine.
“Wow. Now that’s”
“Damn sweet, ain’t it?”
He smiled, his eyes softening when he looked at me, and I felt the butterflies flirting around wildly inside my stomach.
“Yeah, it definitely is.”
He fed me the rest of the pie before moving onto his own slice, and it was the first time in a while I’d felt something quite this strong. It was the kind of feeling that I’d been craving ever since I made it back home. Ripper was the kind of man that oozed adventure, that had a certain mysteriousness about him that made me want to know more. He swept me off my feet faster than I could learn how to balance on a bike, and I knew right then that this was just the beginning.
Chapter Three
Ripper
Another damn run-in with those fuckers. When will they learn that they ain’t taking over Mascid? This is home. This is our territory.I poured myself a cup of coffee to hopefully jolt myself awake. It had been a long week of runs with Tank, getting my bike back in shape, and weeding out the Fucks one by one. The more time I spent out on the road, the more I began to see that they were practically everywhere.Is Ray growing his fucking army? He’s a strong motherfucker, but how the hell did he pull that off? He ain’t exactly a peach when it comes to recruiting.
“Pour me one,” said Wrench, rubbing the back of his neck like it hurt.
“You sleep here last night?”
“Yeah, I knocked out on the couch after Crow and I went patrolling. I hear you’re the only one that’s been getting your hands dirty when it comes to those fucks,” he said.
“Someone’s gotta send ’em running. This shit feel weird to you? Like we dealt with these fuckers before, but it feels different this time. I can’t exactly tell why.”
“It just don’t feel like Ray, does it?”
I shook my head. It felt like we were all missing a crucial piece to the puzzle here. Ray was practically driving every single man he had into town. It was starting to piss me the fuck off.
“This ain’t about fucking with us this time, is it?” I asked.
“Ray wants something, and it’s best we figure it out before he gets his hands on it.”
