I hear a grunt come from Bull as he checks the purse. I’d like to think I’m a skillful reader of people and can tell she’s being sincere. I’ve had to live in dangerous situations and my gut hasn’t led me wrong, yet.
I lean over to Dash and whisper, “Why do they have her tied down? She’s half their size.”
He chuckles, “’Cuz she attacked the prospects and kicked one in the balls when they were getting her out of the van. Apparently, they were afraid she would take off if she got another one of the guys down.” He points back over to the prospect with the ice bag over his junk.
Christ, do we need guys in our club who can’t even restrain this slip of a girl who maybe weighs a buck fifteen?
I walk out of the shadow and make my presence known. Once everyone sees me they all stand a little straighter. My body saunters over to the middle of the room, and she does a double take when she sees me.
Yeah baby, I’m that good-looking fucker you fucked then ducked. Admire all you want because I’ve got some questions for you.
“Hey, you’re that guy from this morning on the bike.” So, she did notice me but didn’t make it known. Is she purposefully being oblivious to the night we had together a few months back? Or does she not remember it like I do? “What the fuck is this, some kind of citizen patrol for the city or something? When did this tiny town need thugs patrolling instead of the police?”
I can’t help but snicker at her comment. Citizen patrol? Boy, she’s a spitfire just like at the bar before we shook the walls of my room.
“Sorry for the inconvenience, Miss…” I wait for her to answer because I want a name to that enticing body and face that flashes every time I find my release.
“Raegan, and you are?” she snaps back, saucy. Boy, my dick has already woken up since seeing her and her mouth is making him feel very uncomfortable in the confines of my jeans.
Raegan? What an exquisite fitting name for this gorgeous creature.
I give a light chuckle and before I can answer her, Riot comes through the metal door not worried he’s making a ton of noise. Once he comes up beside me, he takes in the surroundings then gasps. Turning, we all glance at him wondering what’s got him so shocked.
“Rae Rae?” he questions in shock and makes his way over to her. Rae Rae?
“Don’t call me that, Benjamin! You know how I’ve always hated it,” she chides him very motherly as he walks over to her. “What the fuck have you gotten yourself into these days?” She peeks around at us and then back at him. “I see that your choice of friends is still declining since I left.”
“I joined a motorcycle club and these are my brothers.” He holds his arms out wide like he’s presenting us. “What are you doing here? And why are you tied to a chair?” He gazes over at the prospects and then back to her. “Did they do this to you?” He’s now inspecting her from head to toe and kneels to her level.
“Yes, and I’m starting to lose the feeling in my fingers,” she growls then winces when he touches the rope on her wrist. Hearing her sass sends a shiver down my spine and a tingle to my balls.
How do they know each other? What the fuck is going on here?
In a quick motion, Riot grasps for his knife in his boot and severs the ties on her ankles and wrists.
She starts to rub her wrists and roll her shoulders to get some feeling back. Riot reaches down and helps the beauty shakily stand. In a spilt moment, she’s moving like a ninja. She’s in front of a prospect, kneeing him in the groin, sending him to the floor. A betting man would say that is exactly why the other prospect needed an ice pack. Once his body hits the floor, she grabs his hair then punches him in the face, snapping it to the left.
“Enough!” I yell, shocked she’d go up against a man twice her size in a room full of men who could dispose of her body and not think twice. Riot grabs her around her waist, pulling her away from the now bleeding prospect. “Holy shit, when did we start letting women run this show?”
I ignore the fact that my cock could hammer nails after watching her serve up the prospect, and I completely ignore my brothers also adjusting their dicks after her little display. There is just something about a woman who can take care of herself.
What I’m really concerned about is the reason I feel hostile towards my brother the more I see Riot’s hands on her. It’s putting an unsettling feeling in my bones.
I’m about to address this entire situation when she interrupts me, still mad dogging the beat up prospect on the ground whimpering.
“That’s for backhanding me, you asshole! Next time I’ll cut off your dick and feed it to you.” She tries to kick out her feet at the guy on the ground but is just out of reach due to Riot holding her up with her feet off the ground.
Wait, did she say backhanded?
“The fuck?” I boom, making everyone flinch.
I stride over to them and get in her personal space, grabbing for her chin. I try to ignore the buzzing I feel from touching her like I did months ago as I inspect her face. There is a small pink shade that’s formed on her left cheek. My blood ignites and I see red. No one should ever touch this woman, except me. I think I have truly lost my mind. This woman is doing a number on me and I don’t even know her. God, I need to get my dick sucked or in a pussy soon. Maybe my hangup is because she ghosted me before I kicked her out.
I eye over to Bull. “Get the prospects and take them out to the shed,” I command then turn my focus to Raegan. Riot sets her down, but keeps his hands on the tops of her shoulders.
Several of the brothers grab the prospects and walk out of the garage with them in tow leaving only myself, Reaper, Riot, and Hawk with Raegan and the Vipers member.
“Sorry for how you were treated, Raegan. Believe me that is not how we normally act in my club, especially towards women.”
