Page 25 of Ruthless Obsession (Royal Bastards MC Chicago, IL Chapter)

RUTHLESS

“What’s going on here?” the brown-haired woman finally pipes up.

“You’re one of Toby’s many women,” Sophie tells her. “I was the one he called his girlfriend, for whatever that was worth."

Her brows knit. “We just started dating.”

“Well, newsflash. He has other women living all over Chicago.” Sophie smiles sweetly.

Toby pats the woman’s thigh. “Relax Greta.”

Time to get down to business.

I open my hands. “How’s business, Toby?”

He leans back on the sofa, face twisting with arrogance. “How do you know Sophie?”

“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.

“Was that an explosion? Talk to me, Psycho,” I shout over the earpiece.

Toby scrambles to his feet, gun drawn, wild-eyed. “Sophie’s coming with me!” he shouts, stretching his hand toward her. “Come on, baby.”

His darkened eyes meet mine. “You’re not the only one with a team, Mavis Marticon.”

He’s figured out my other identity. And now knows I’m not just a ruthless biker but also a ruthless businessman.

I pull Sophie into my side and aim my Glock at his head.

The building shakes again.

Toby falls to the floor and fires off a shot at me. I push Sophie down on the sofa. The floor is moving. I blink twice and the asshole is gone. How did he get away?

“Sweetheart, stay close.”

“Okay.” Panic’s clear in her voice.

“Psycho, give me something,” I order.

“I’m checking. Move toward the back door.”

“Webbs, get Legos and Tonya. Meet us at the back door.”

“On it, Ruthless.”

Flock and Flex wave their Glocks around the darkened room.

“Phantom, come in,” I snap.

“We’re here!” he answers. “Fuse and I are moving toward the exit. Place is coming apart. Structural damage everywhere.”

“Be careful, cousin,” I say.

“We’re coming, Ruthless. Nobody gets left behind.”

My heart races in my chest. I can’t lose any of my brothers. I need everyone to get out of here alive.

The screaming and crying continues. It sounds like a stampede is making its way to the front door. Luckily, the patrons don’t know where the back door is located.

“Legos and Tonya have to be okay,” I mutter.

“Mavis, we have to wait right here until Webbs get’s back with them. Sophie claws at my suit jacket.”

“Baby, let my brother work. We have to get you to the back door. They want you. I won’t let them take you from me.”

She pulls my spare Glock from my waist holster and flicks on the tactical light.

We move toward the exit together.

“Ruthless?” I hear at my back.

“Webbs?” I call out.

Tonya walks ahead of Webbs and Legos. I exhale.

Sophie embraces her.

“Let’s get out of here,” I say.