Page 79 of Ruthless Obsession

“You stole from the Royal Bastards MC,” I remind him calmly.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

I whip off my sunglasses and slip them into my inner jacket pocket. “That’s fine. I’ve taken plenty of weapons from your warehouses.”

His eyes darken and he leans in. “You’re the asshole from the surveillance video. You said you had my Sophie.”

A smirk tugs at my lips as I wag a finger. “Now we’re up to speed. You stole a shipment of weapons from the Royal Bastards MC. I came to your house to collect.”

I turn to Sophie, gently brushing my thumb across her cheek. “And look what I found instead—a fucking treasure.”

Toby slams his fist on the table. “You blew up my Chicago warehouses. Took my military grade weapons. I sold those one-of-a-kind automatic weapons, you piece of shit.”

“You guys were the ones with what my buyer needed. So my guys broke into your warehouse and stole them. Now. You’ve taken way too much. Give back the fucking rocket launchers.”

I lean in. “Fuck you, human trafficker. When you steal from us we take everything you worked for.”

Toby stands to his feet. “Fuck the weapons. You can’t have Sophie.”

His words give me pause. He’s making so much money from sex trafficking the weapons are a drop in a bucket.

I pull my Glock and aim it between his eyes. “Sit. The fuck. Down.”

He glances toward his bodyguard.

“Don’t bother,” I say. “He’s ours.”

“Ruthless, we’re in position,” Webb’s says from behind.

Toby stiffens. I catch the flicker of fear in his eyes.

His date starts to panic. “Calm her down, Twisted Toby,” I growl.

“Shut up, Greta,” he orders sinking back on the sofa.

“You used one of our prospects to get info about our shipment.

That’s how you were able to steal them. Just the other day one of your worthless bounty hunters. If you can even call that loser that. He put his hands on my woman. So I cut his hand off. The next day I cut his fucking tongue out. Both of those assholes are a distant memory now,” I snarl.

“Ruthless, Buck and his team are taking the women out the back entrance,” Psycho says in my earpiece.

Great. It’s time to end this fucker.

I grip Sophie’s chin and take her sweet lips right in front of him. Just to taunt the bastard.

“You failed to please her right. My little captive is all fucking mine,” I say before turning back to him.

Panic is set in his gaze. “Did you fuck her?” Toby ask.

I reach across the table, grab a fistful of his jacket with my free hand. “Why are you so concerned? Is it because of her virginity?”

He visibly swallows.

“She knows you get more money for virgins. I’m suspecting millions. You won’t collect shit on Sophie. You’re coming with me. Twisted Toby, I have plans for you.”

The ground shakes violently, causing the glass wall to burst into pieces. Everyone seated around the table is propelled backward

Screaming and yelling sounds throughout the club.