Page 15 of Ripper’s Property (Savage Knights MC: NW Chapter #4)

Ripper

“ Y o, Rip!” I lean forward and shut my engine off, thankful Hawk didn’t come out two minutes ago when my little princess was grinding down on my fingers.

Fuck, it was hot. She drenched my hand and pants, squirting all over me when she came.

I can only imagine what that’s gonna feel like with my cock inside.

Her little hips thrusting so fast, rocking back and forth. Bouncing up and down.

Hawk better not expect me to stand right now because my dick is raging hard. And my pants are sportin’ some damning evidence.

“We’ve got movement,” he states, looking toward my girl like he can’t say any more. But I know exactly what he’s talking about. Montoya.

The hot little moment I had with my girl has now just been iced over, and my cock is growing limp. Just the mention of Montoya has me seeing red.

“I’m coming,” I state. “Come on, babe. Time to hop on down. I need to go take care of some business.”

She hops down and scurries off like a good girl, and then I turn my attention to Hawk. “What do you have?”

“He left his place about thirty minutes ago and is now parked at the strip club. From the camera feed at the club, he’s only got three guys with him. I’m guessing he’s dealing his shit to the girls.”

Fucking bastard.

“Round up eight of our men. We’re rolling out.”

Now’s our chance. Montoya has no idea we’re coming for him. If we can get down to that club before he leaves, we can get him. With four of them and eight of us, it will be easy.

But unfortunately…luck isn’t on our side. By the time we get to the strip club, he’s already gone. The only thing we can do is go on inside and find out why he was here and when he’ll be back.

The place is dimly lit and music is pumping loud through the speakers.

I’m not surprised Montoya chose this as his stomping ground, the caliber of girls isn’t very high.

I spot our informant over on the side of the room and start making my way over with Hawk and Dagger in tow.

The others are staked outside, armed and ready in case the bastard decides to come back.

I take a seat, flagging down our informant as soon as she finishes delivering the drinks to the table next to us. She recognizes Hawk right away and saunters over, aiming to get his attention, but he doesn’t have a taste for drug-addicted hoes and looks irritated he even has to be in this place.

“Hey, fellas!” she purrs, sticking her chest out. “What can I get you?”

“We wanted to have a conversation. Would you mind taking a seat on his lap?” I point to Hawk and he casts me a glare. I can’t help myself. If we want her to give us information, we need to play our hand right. She likes him, so all he has to do is smile a little and we’ll get what we want.

“I have to give him a lap dance or the boss will get pissed.” She puts her tray down on the table and starts gyrating on his lap.

I bite my tongue to keep myself from busting out in laughter.

This is Hawk’s worst nightmare. He doesn’t even like it when the sweetbutts rub up against him at home.

His personal bubble is huge, and she’s all up in it.

Rubbing her tits up his chest and shaking them in his face.

“We heard your friend was in here today. The one who has the goods.”

She nods in understanding. “Yeah, he left not too long ago.”

“Do you know when he’ll be back?”

She shakes her head as she turns, rubbing her ass over his crotch. He looks like he wants to bolt, cutting me a glare when she’s not looking. Dagger’s trying not to lose his shit. His shoulders are shaking as he silently cracks up. I have to look away, so I don’t lose it too.

“Not sure when he’ll be back, but he did say he’d be showing his guys a good time soon.”

“If I give you my number, can you text me direct the next time he’s here?” Thankfully, Hawk’s playing along now, realizing he’s the key to us getting what we want.

“Sure thing, hon! I’ll give you my number and you can text me. Name’s Janice by the way, what’s yours?”

“Ralph,” he says, lying through his teeth.

Warren is his first name. Warren Hawkler, which is how he got his road name.

That and the fact that he’s like a Hawk.

Always watching everything with those dark narrowed eyes, waiting for the moment to swoop in with his fangs and claws, and attack.

By the time he’s done with his victim, there’s nothing but a carcass left.

Truth be told, he’s one of our best weapons.

She reads him off her number and he enters it into his burner phone. And as soon as this job is done, he’ll be burning that phone.

“As soon as I get word that he’s coming, I’ll be sure to be in touch.”

“Thanks, babe.”

I can feel the cringe for him as he says the word, but he wants Montoya dead as much as the rest of us, so he’ll do what it takes. We all will.

“Anything for you,” she purrs. “Now, can I get you boys something to drink?”

“I’ll take a whiskey neat,” I tell her.

The guys give her their orders and I slip a hundred into her G-string. “That’s for keeping this between us, doll.”

She gives me a wink and darts off to the bar. Right as I turn to the guys, arms are draped around my shoulders and a girl’s tits are rubbing against the back of my head. I’m about to lose my shit when I suddenly see Hawk’s eyes.

“What the fuck are you doing here, Cherry?” He glares her down.

I whip my head around and sure enough the bitch is standing behind me.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” I repeat.

She quickly comes around and starts giving me an unwelcome lap dance. “Please don’t make a scene, Rip. I need this job.”

“Told you to get the fuck out of dodge,” I seethe the words as she slides up my front and rubs her tits on my chest. I want to shove her off me, but I’m not a complete asshole.

“I didn’t think you guys would come here. Does your little girl know you’re here?”

My jaw clenches at the mere mention of my sweet princess from her rancid lips, and how dare she insinuate that I’m stepping out on my woman. “We’re here on business.”

“What kind of business?” She’s quick to ask, inserting her nosy ass where it don’t belong. She rubs herself over my limp dick, but he ain’t budging for her anymore.

“You think that’s any of your business, Cherry? Now, get the fuck off me.”

She finally heeds my warning and retreats.

“You know I care about you.” She gives me her best impression of an innocent puppy, but she’s not sweet, nor is she innocent. She was wicked and mean to my girl, and that shit isn’t gonna fly.

“If you cared for me, you wouldn’t have hurt my old lady.”

Her eyes flare as the shock hits her face. It’s not official yet, but as soon as Montoya is dead, Rory will be my wife. That’s a fact, so the world better get on board with it. And this girl better not say anything else about my girl or I will send her to her grave.

Janice comes walking back over with our drinks, interrupting the stare down taking place between me and the one I regret ever laying a finger on. She places our drinks down on the table then gives Hawk a wink. “I’ll be in touch when I hear something.”

Cherry looks to her then back at me.

“If there’s something I can help with, let me know.”

I shake my head. I don’t need anything from the witch. “All I need is for you to get the fuck out of our state. Now, you’ve got two weeks to shake that ass and get yourself enough money saved to get out of town.”

I stand, throwing another Benjamin on the table then toss back my drink.

“You boys ready?”

Both are out of their seats, eager to get back to the clubhouse. I give Cherry one last warning glare before I brush past her and exit. I swear that better be the last time I see her, or I really will put her in the ground.