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

Ripper

“ R ipper baby, where’d you go?”

Cherry’s voice has my fists clenching even tighter as I stare down the hall, watching Rory stomp her little ass down to her room.

If I knew King wouldn’t have my hide, I’d go marching right after her and pin her down on the fucking bed.

Prove that she’s fucking mine and fuck her calm again.

Like hell I’d ever let a prospect touch her.

I’d kill them if they even tried. She’s fucking mine.

And as soon as I put Montoya to ground, her virginal blood will be smeared on my shaft.

“You look upset.” Cherry moves in. “What did the brat do this time?”

My eyes cut to the bitch who’s got her red claws all over me like she has permission to touch.

Just because I fuck her ass from time to time, doesn’t mean she has a claim on me.

And after what she just said, calling my girl a brat, I won’t be touching her again.

Though, I’d already come to that conclusion when I saw the hurt look in Rory’s eyes.

Whether she admits it or not, she was hurt, and now I’ve got a heaping pile of guilt sittin’ in the middle of the plate of shit I’ve got to deal with.

“You better mind yourself, woman.” I narrow my anger right on her.

She’s only gonna get one warning, and based on my fucking patience right now, she’s lucky she’s even getting that.

“You’ll find your ass back out on the street if I ever hear you call Rory that again.

No one disrespects my princess.” I move right into her face, making sure she catches my drift.

“And if I find you sayin’ shit behind her back, if I see you even look at her in a way that’s not to my liking, I’ll dig your hole myself.

Show the other girls what happens to bitchy little cunts who don’t know their place in this club. ”

She looks like she’s seen a ghost. Her eyes are big and round like she’s been completely caught off guard.

Acting as if we were an item or somethin.

’ Like I just broke it off with her. I’m starting to realize my mistake.

I’d made her my regular, not wanting to waste time on some loose cunt.

But in doing so, it gave her the impression that she was in the running to become my old lady.

There’s only one girl who’d ever be worthy of the title, and right now, she’s pissin’ bricks in her room over the fact that she saw me fucking Cherry.

Fuck.

“Get out of my sight. And best stay out of it until my temper cools.”

I turn and head straight to the bar, grabbing a bottle of whiskey from behind before taking a seat on the stool.

This night turned to shit real fast. Here I was sittin’ pretty after having gotten word that we’ve got a promising lead on Montoya, and now that high is long gone.

We’ve been chasing Montoya’s ass for years, but every time we get a whiff of his trail, it comes up dry.

This time, our lead seems real promising.

One of the strippers down at the club told Razor that there’s a new dealer in town.

When my boys went to check it out, they found a meth lab sittin’ right on the other side of the state line, and it has Montoya’s mark written all over it.

Distance wise, it makes sense. About thirty minutes away from us.

Close enough to keep tabs on the club, yet far enough away that he won’t be found out.

But it looks like we know exactly where he is, and as soon as King gets back from down South, we’ll move in.

In the meantime, I’ve got to get surveillance on the place and start tracking Montoya’s every move.

“The girl is going stir-crazy, Rip.” Raid’s voice interrupts my thoughts as he takes a seat next to me, making me tense even more.

I can’t believe she threw that shit in my face about him.

If I didn’t know the truth of her feelings, I’d be taking Raid out back and hanging him up to dry.

“Rory’s been locked up in this place for years and it’s starting to eat her alive. She’s losing the light in her eyes.”

The light looked like it was burning pretty bright just a few minutes ago.

She was glaring fire in my direction, burning my cock down with her flames.

Seeing her mad made my balls ache. Never witnessed that side of her before.

She’s always been as sweet as pie her whole life, but there’s a streak of lightning in her blood, reminds me of her dad.

King’s a big ol’ teddy bear to the ones he calls family, but if you cross him, then he’s Satan incarnate, and you’ll be wishing you had a gun to blow your own head off before he gets to you.

“Montoya’s still out there,” I state, taking a shot of the brown liquor and letting the burn roll through my nerves. I’ve never wanted to hurt a man so bad. Montoya described in grave detail what he’d do to my girl should he ever get his hands on her, and I will never fucking let that happen.

“And do you really think he’d be stupid enough to come after us in a public place?

” Raid cocks his brow. “The guy would be put down so fast. Look, I’m not suggesting we do something that will put her at risk, but a few hours at the mall to see that smile return to her face would be worth the hoops we’d have to jump through in order to get her there.

And it’s not like he would know we’re there or have time to even prepare. ”

I have to disagree. Montoya is that stupid.

Not that he’d ever be able to get past us, but I don’t think it’s worth the risk.

He might not attack us at the mall, but he could show up with his army of fucked-up meth heads with crazy in their eyes and outnumber us.

We’ve got half our men out East with King, so that leaves us vulnerable.

Here on the compound, she’s safe. We’ve got surveillance five miles out in every direction to know what’s heading our way before it even gets here.

We’ve got snipers planted and bombs laid.

We’re ready for any attack. But out there, beyond our walls and security, she’s in harm’s way.

“As soon as he’s put down, I’ll take her wherever she wants to go, buy her whatever the fuck she wants, but not until I know that man is no longer breathing.”

“I think that girl’s spirit will be lost by the time we make that happen, Rip. Her nineteenth birthday is coming up; I’m going to talk to King about celebrating it proper for her. I think she’d like to go to Disney.”

Disney? What the fuck? She’s not a little girl anymore.

And damn if her body doesn’t remind me of the fact every day.

Plump, round tits too big for her tiny frame.

Hips that were made for bearing babies. And an ass that makes my dick hard as a fucking rock every time it saunters into the room.

Then you get to her face and it’s one that has the ability to bring grown-ass men to their knees.

I literally grow weak when I look into her crystal blue eyes.

And when those pouty pink lips turn up into a smile, the world fades.

All the shit we’re dealing with is forgotten and a calmness sweeps in.

There ain’t no way I could handle it if anything were to happen to her. No fucking way.

“I said no. Not until I have Montoya’s head. And if anyone tries to undermine me, I’ll send them to an early grave.”

His eyes sharpen around the edges, scrutinizing me. Raid can disagree all he wants, but she’s mine and I get to decide.

“You better be careful, Ripper. You’re crossing a real fine line. Starting to sound like a man obsessed, and if King even gets a hint of you sniffing around his daughter, he’ll skin you alive.”

King already knows how I feel. Called me in for a meeting right before he left town, and I informed him of the fact.

Once I read her little diary and knew that she wanted me as bad as I fucking want her, I decided it was time to make my claim.

As soon as the words left my mouth, King pinned me up against the door and held a gun to my head, telling me to say my last words.

So, I did. I told him that his pride and joy would never forgive him if he took the life of her favorite person.

Whether he likes it or not, I am. I’ve been Rory’s guard for as far back as she remembers.

Her protector. And now, I’m the one she has feelings for. I’m the one she wants.

Out of all the men in her life, I’m the one she trusts the most in this world.

Her words, not mine. Ever since she was little, she’s confided in me.

Telling me all her secrets. All her dreams. Lately though, she’s been acting distant, seeming off whenever I walk into the room, which is why I went snooping through her things.

Looking through her internet searches, then searching for the diary she’s always writin’ in.

I was hoping it’d give me some insight into what’s going on with her.

That’s when I learned the truth of why she’s been so quiet.

Her hormones are running wild, and she’s confused about her feelings for me.

Thinking it’s wrong that she’s falling for a man twice her age.

Wondering if I will ever see her as anything other than a little girl.

I’d like to say I was honorable and only saw her like a daughter or a niece, but my feelings for her have changed.

It’s not just the fact that she’s grown into one sexy-as-hell woman, but she’s something special.

The girl has a way of calming me down. The world could be on fire, everything turning to shit, and yet, all it takes is seeing her pretty eyes and soft smile, and I can breathe again.

There’s something about her that soothes my troubled soul, and I won’t be lettin’ anyone steal her away from me.

“I’m not worried about King.” I shoot back another shot of whiskey. “We have an arrangement. If I bring Montoya’s head back on a stake, I get his blessing to marry her.”