Page 92 of Ruthless Obsession

Prez, Viper, Brillo, Legos, Webbs, Flock, Flex, Rogue, and Vanish are helping on the Sophie mission.

I told Prez before we left the clubhouse—Sophie’s pregnant. He’s my cousin, and I wanted him to hear it from me. I’d even planned for us to celebrate, light up a couple of cigars, and mark the moment.

The Prezs’ of our MCs climb off their bikes and meet in the middle. They exchange words and shake hands.

They turn and face their MCs.

“We are calling a truce,” Prez says.

His eyes fall on Brillo. “You assured me you could work with them to save Sophie. If you can’t now that you’re in their presence leave.”

Standing next to my bike with my arms crossing my chest, I cut my eyes at Brillo.

His eyes scan our faces. “I’m good,” Brillo confirms.

“Good,” Prez says.

I close the distance to Antoine, extending my gloved hand. He’s about six-two, twists tucked under a black bandana. I can see the resemblance between him and his sister. They have the same color amber eyes. His grip is firm when he clasps my hand.

“We spoke on the phone. Prez—thanks for coming.”

He gives a curt nod before we let go.

“I love your sister. We need to get her back safe. She’s pregnant…with our baby.”

His dark brows shoot up on his mahogany complected face. “You got my sister pregnant?” he growls.

“I didn’t force her to have my child. We talked about it before hand.” I flash a crooked grin.

“What can I say? She fell in love with her captor. I will kill everyone in that fucking place to save her.”

He places a hand on my shoulder. “Damn, man you’ve got it bad.” A light chuckle rumbles in his chest.

“My parents are worried sick,” he admits.

Antoine grips my shoulder, his gaze hard. “Let’s bring my sister—your OL’ Lady—home.”

I smirk. “Yeah, let’s do this shit.”

The urge to picture what they might’ve done to my woman claws at me, but I shove the darkness down. Not now.

I swing my leg over the bike, grip the handlebars, and crank the throttle.

“Hold on, sweetheart,” I mutter under my breath. “We’re coming for you.”

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

SOPHIE

“Wake up.”

A sting explodes across my cheek.

“Wake the fuck up, you damn thief,” Jennifer snarls, smacking me again.

My eyes slowly open, and I squint against the glaring light above me. I try to move my hands but quickly realize they're bound behind the wooden chair I'm sitting in. Looking down at myself, I see I'm only wearing the pink bra and matching thong panties I had on for Mavis.

Shit.