Page 10 of Ripper


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“You hated my room that much?” The knot in my chest grows tighter when her eyes round in surprise. “You didn’t do anything to it, did you, sweetheart?”

Her mouth carves into a frown, ending this heated moment between us. “You are poorly armed. How are you supposed to keep your word if you have no weapons?”

A laugh escapes me at that, but it’s a joke only I know the punchline to. I don’t want to scare her by telling her how many men I’ve killed with my bare hands. So, I do the next best thing.Opening up my jacket, I reveal my holsters, one for a knife, one for my gun. “I keep mine close.”

Now, whether she will try to take it and use them against me is another question.

“Come on. I need to pull some strings if we’re going to make this happen.” Jerking my chin, I wait for her at my side just in case. “Can’t do this alone if I do want to live.”

Judge might kill me if none of those Crimson Road bastards do, but it is what it is.

“Who is going to help you?” She’s curious, keeping up with me as we walk back toward the club.

Instead of fitting through the window again, I shut the screen to keep bugs out, disgusted by the eight-legged freaks. Once I’m satisfied, I wrap an arm around her to prevent her from going too far. She doesn’t jerk away, which is good. But then she’s close enough to make my head swim.

Haven’s going to be what gets me killed in more ways than one. She’s too distracting, but I can’t find the strength to put distance between us.

Hell, once we walk in the club and a few of the members look our way, I want to drag her to my chest so they all know she’smine.Not just for a night of fun, but for much,muchlonger.

Shaking my head, I search for our sergeant-at-arms. He’s currently hovering over the pool table, enjoying his favorite way to pass the time. Robbing Warden of every penny he can get through bets.

Strolling over to them, I reach out and catch a ball in mid-roll. Both men scowl, ready to fight. From the amount of solids on the table, it’s clear who’s going to win the game.

“Care to pause your game for a moment?” Tilting my head, I drink in their rage and know they’ll be perfect for what I need. Two experienced men in their field, dedicated enough to the cause that they’ll be happy to spill blood if I ask sweetly enough.

Disobeying the Prez is an entirely different obstacle, but I’m still willing to push some buttons to get what I want.

Haven presses closer to me, and I see it on her face. She’s scared, but she’s trying not to show it. Is it Hammer’s murderous intent behind his gaze that’s doing it?

“They’re harmless,” I murmur softly, the words falling past my lips without thought.

Warden sets his stick down, sighing as he stretches. “Guess I can’t lose a hundred bucks now. I can afford a few minutes.”

Hammer grabs the yellow solid, squeezing until his knuckles turn white. He eyes me, counting seconds in his head as he works through his anger. After ten seconds, he sighs and drops the ball with a heavy thud.

“What do you need?” He glances at Haven, but it doesn’t linger. He doesn’t care for women like I do. Money is more important to him than a good time.

“Privacy.” The answer comes with a joyous cry coming from the few prospects surrounding Diesel and his girl. “Somewhere quiet.”

Somewhere far from any listening ears. The clubhouse isn’t safe.

We end up in the garage. It’s a small space next to the clubhouse, where we can repair our bikes if it’s not necessary to take them to the shop in town. Tucked in the corner is Hammer’s belongings, our armory.

He throws a glance at me as we near. “You’re bringing her?”

Typically, unless she were my old lady, she wouldn’t have any need to listen in. Club business is only ours to worry about.

“Yep.” The answer comes easily. “She doesn’t bite, right?”

Haven’s cheeks turn pink all over again, and she doesn’t answer my question, looking at the table of tools instead.

Hammer grunts, not caring either way. They don’t know that Haven is a spy, not yet. Judge won’t tell the others until they’resober, or she becomes a threat. Neither’s going to happen any time soon.

I don’t want anyone thinking about getting their hands on her besidesme.

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Haven