Page 3 of Ripper’s Property (Savage Knights MC: NW Chapter #4)

And then there’s Raid. The sweet one. The guy with the big heart and an even bigger smile.

His eyes are aged with little lines around the edges but are always kind.

His whiskers are peppered with gray straggly hairs, making him look like an old grizzly bear, but he’s just a big teddy bear at heart.

Always bringing me candy and presents from town.

Always making sure I’m smiling. And I know if it were up to him, he’d take me Disney. He’d take me anywhere I asked.

But it’s not up to him. And the ruler of my life will say “no.”

“You want to go to Disney?”

“Disney, the beach, the mall, out to eat. I don’t really care.

It would just be nice to go somewhere.” The last time I was taken off the compound was almost three years ago.

My sweet sixteen. They took me to the medieval fair, and it felt like I hadn’t even left the compound.

People were dressed in black leather. Men were walking around looking dangerous and lethal.

Women were scantily clad with their chests nearly popping over their leather corseted tops, all of them smiling and eyeing the Knights.

Flirting for their attention just like the sweetbutts.

There was barbecue and beer, and the stench of smoke hung in the air.

It would never have been how I would’ve chosen to spend my birthday, but the choice wasn’t mine. It never is.

“It’s been a while since you’ve been out, huh?”

I turn my head. A while is an understatement. Three years is a jail sentence.

“Let me talk to your dad, princess. See what I can do.”

He should talk to Ripper, because he’s the one who will ultimately decide. He’s more protective than my father. And over the years, he’s come to be the one in charge of my life.

“Talk to King about what?”

Speaking of, the devil himself just appeared.

Raid looks up. “About taking Rory out. She’s been locked up for too long. The girl’s itching to go somewhere.”

“Absolutely not,” Ripper states, not even giving it a second thought. He draws his firm line in the sand and there’s no crossing it. And once again, my wish of going to Disney is not going to come true. Neither is finding my prince charming.

I hop off the wooden porch and start down the path toward the lake. It’s the only place that brings me any peace around here.

“Where you going, princess?” Ripper steps in front of me, his huge frame blocking my path.

Right or left, I have to take three steps just to get around him.

The man was built like a chimney stack. Six and half feet tall, his body a stack of bricks.

It’s no wonder he’s the Enforcer. He’s bigger than all the rest. Stronger. Madder .

“For a walk.” I tilt my head back, gauging his eyes. They’re just as dark as the sky above, but they aren’t twinkling. They aren’t giving me hope that my wish will ever come true. They’re tight and narrowed, and glaring at me like a defiant child.

“It’s too late for you to be out there alone.”

I’m not alone. I’m never alone. Every direction I look there’s another Savage Knight.

Some young. Some old. Some brothers. Some prospects.

Everyone always lurking in the shadows. Everyone always watching me, making sure I do as I’m told.

If an animal decided to cross my path, ten would come running and have it skinned alive before I even called for help.

“I’m just going to the lake, Rip.” I’ve done it a thousand times.

Mostly with him by my side, but I don’t want to be in his company right now, and he certainly isn’t offering to join like he usually does.

He’s probably anxious to get back inside to Cherry.

He probably just stepped out for a postcoital smoke, wanting another rush after the rush he just had.

“It’s cold out here. You need to go back inside before you get sick.”

I already am sick. I’m sick in the head, and sick of my life. Getting a cold would be a welcome change. I could numb myself on Nyquil and sleep for a few days. Give my mind a rest from the constant plaguing thoughts.

“I’d rather not. This princess doesn’t want to go back inside and be subjected to all the debauchery.

” I don’t want to see Cherry’s pink cheeks and glowing smile as she cuddles up to Ripper, begging for another round.

It’s the first time I’ve seen them together.

Though, I know it’s not the first time he’s slept with her.

She’s very vocal over the fact that she’s become his one and only.

He never makes a move on any of the other sweetbutts, which has her thinking she’s in line to become his old lady.

He’s thirty-six, so it may be time for him to settle down.

The thought of him being with her makes me want to drown myself in the lake.

“That’s a big word for such a little girl.” He scrutinizes me further under his dominant stare, his eyes growing even darker.

I’m not little. I’m five seven now. And I’m no longer a girl. I’m a woman, in case he hasn’t noticed. Not sure how he missed the fact that I went through puberty. Grew tits and an ass. Both are hard not to spot. But the only tits he seems to see are Cherry’s.

And here comes the jealousy chasing me down again.

He smells like her. Like sex, sweat, and her potent cherry-scented perfume.

You’d assume that’s how she got her nickname, but it’s not.

It’s because she’s as tight as a virgin.

With how much he apparently fucks her, it’s shocking that she isn’t as loose as a goose.

“Doubt your ‘little girl’ inside has ever heard the word.” I cross my arms. He loves to point out how young I am, but the girl he was just drilling his cock into is only three years older than me.

And nowhere near as smart. She probably has no clue how to spell the word debauchery to even look it up in the dictionary.

His jaw locks even tighter. It’s a wonder that a vein doesn’t burst in his neck.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me, Ripper, I’d like to get some fresh air, because you stink.”

I go to step around him, but his arm grabs onto my elbow, stopping me.

“What’s your problem, Rory?”

My problem is him. The object of my little heart’s desire.

A man I have no business being attracted to, and yet, my body refuses to listen.

Every time he’s near, it lights on fire.

Butterflies do a tribal dance inside my stomach like they’re begging for rain.

And a thunderstorm of desire always rushes in.

This crazy feeling ignites between my legs, tingling, aching, and making a mess of my panties.

But while I’m dealing with all these feelings, he’s busy fucking the snotty little bitch who sneers at me and calls me a spoiled brat whenever the guys aren’t around.

“You’re my problem, Ripper.” And it’s very much the truth.

“You on the rag?”

That raw, ragged laugh cuts from my throat again.

If only my problem were so simple. It’s amazing how the moment I’m not forcing a smile these guys assume I’m PMSing.

No one even thinks that something could be wrong in my life.

After all, I have a club full of men who love me like a daughter.

I have a roof over my head. Food on the table. People who spoil me.

They never stop to think about the fact that I’m a prisoner in their world. They don’t think about how my life has been stolen away from me because someone wants to get vengeance for my dad’s actions. They don’t consider how I feel. They just think I should be happy because I’m alive and safe.

I may be breathing, but I’m not living. I’m a zombie walking through one day after the next. Lusting for things I can’t have. Looking for any bit of excitement. Longingly scrolling through the internet trying to plan my fairy-tale life, but it will always be a fictional dream.

“No, I’m not on the rag.” My jaw tightens under my anger. “The fact that I don’t like watching people having sex in front of me, doesn’t mean it’s my time of the month, Ripper.”

“What? Your prudish little eyes can’t handle it?” He closes in on me, and I back up, finding myself up against the side of the building. “Or is it because…you’re jealous?”

Jealous? Why would he say that?

“Fuck you, Ripper,” I spit the words, and his smirk rattles my spine with a shiver. “Or rather, go fuck your little skank. I would never be jealous over you. Maybe if it were Raid, but not you.”

His fingers grip my chin, digging into my skin almost to the point of pain. The fact that I can smell her on his skin is what really causes the pain.

“You ever spout that bullshit again, I’ll pin you to my bed and make you watch me fuck Cherry until she gets her fill.

” Another wave of jealousy tries to take me down, but the wall at my back is a godsend keeping me upright.

“And we both know it’s not Raid you want.

” His lips tip up into a smirk like the devil showing his glee in making me uncomfortable.

“Dear Diary, I don’t know what’s wrong with me.

I don’t know why I want him so much. But I have all these feelings for him.

” The air gets trapped inside my lungs as he repeats my written words verbatim.

“I get all warm inside whenever he’s near.

And when he wraps me in a hug, I get these tingles between my legs.

I wake up with soaked panties, imagining him touching me.

And then…” He leans in even closer, dropping his voice to a gruff whisper.

“And then I touch myself, wishing it were him giving me pleasure. Wishing his big fingers were rubbing between my legs.”

The rage and shame bottles up, and my hand comes up, slapping him across the face.

Horror is striking down my every nerve. He read my diary.

He went in my room, dug through my things, and read my private thoughts.

How fucking dare he? And now he’s throwing it in my face like I’m a stupid child. Intentionally trying to embarrass me.

His hand drops from my chin to the front of my neck, squeezing almost to the point of restriction, bracing me hard against the wall. “If you ever lay a fucking hand on me again, I will bend you over my knee and spank you until you’re begging for me to stop. Do you hear me, little girl?”

“I hate you,” I spit. My entire body is seething with rage.

I’m shaking. Embarrassment is consuming my thoughts.

But the worst part is knowing he betrayed my trust and is now trying to shame me with my feelings.

The charming prince just turned into an evil villain, and he’s killing me with his amused rejection.

“No, you don’t, princess.” He shakes his head. “You don’t hate me. You want me so fucking much, you rub your little clit to thoughts of me. Heard you going at it right before I went and found Cherry. I should’ve come to your room instead. Calmed your bitchy ass down with my cock.”

I rise up onto my toes, pushing against his hand as I get in his face. The air is restricted even more, but I force my rasped words out.

“I will never let you near me with that dirty dick. And if you ever threaten to lay a finger on me again, I’ll make sure my father ends your life.

He would rip your heart out and step on it if you ever tried to cross a line.

Now, get out of my fucking way, Ripper, before I scream and tell the guys what you just said. ”

His nostrils flare along with his eyes. Looks like I finally beat him at his own game.

He seems to have forgotten that I’m the princess.

The guys worship me and would protect me with their lives.

If I told them what he said, they’d castrate him and mount his dick on the wall as a reminder to anyone who thinks about crossing me again.

And if my father found out, he would put him in the ground.

The law is no one touches the princess .

And Ripper of all people should know that since he’s the Enforcer of that law.

He releases his grip, looking like he’s about to blow a gasket.

I’d be smirking if I wasn’t so livid over the fact that he read my diary and is now lording my desire over my head, dangling it like a carrot.

Not sure what the hell I was thinking having feelings for a man as cruel as him, but after what he just said, he can go fuck Cherry for all I care.

I push past him and start to walk back toward the house then stop.

“Oh, and one last thing, Ripper. I’m making a call to my dad.

Letting him know that if he wants me to stay locked on this compound, then he better lift the restrictions on me dating a prospect.

The only reason I had those thoughts is because you’re the one I spend all my time with.

I wouldn’t read too much into what I wrote if I were you. ”

His jaw locks so tight I can practically hear the cracking of his bone as the tension settles in.

“Not happening, little girl. No one touches what’s mine or they end up dead.

Best think of that when you try to lure one of the poor innocent prospects into your bed.

They won’t be breathing come next morning. So I wouldn’t even fucking try.”

I huff, turning on my heels and storming back inside.

Once again, my fairy tale has just turned into a nightmare.

My sweet, charming prince has turned into a fire-breathing dragon and just burned my chance of love to ash.

The evil queen may as well hand over the poisonous apple now, because I can’t take much more.

Although in my story, it would be a poisonous cherry.