Page 10 of Owning the Prez’s Ol' Lady

“Really?” she asked in excitement. “That would be awesome!” But then her eyes moved to the big window, and she frowned. “There’s just one problem.”

“What’s that?” Ramona asks, following her gaze.

“My brother...”

The bell clanged above the door, and in waltzed a man who seemed to command the room. His gaze swept over me, and instant chills moved up and down my body. When those big blue eyes that mirrored his sister’s met mine, I felt my knees go weak.

No. Not again.

I refuse to be swept off my feet by another man... especially since my heart still belongs to another.

Chapter Eight

Ranger

We were finally starting to feel like a family again. With the return of Zeppelin, Poison, and Motley, our club was getting back the numbers we needed to start recruiting again.

Pissed off would be an understatement of what I felt when Snyder announced Clash as his VP. But if him taking the Prez’s patch, meant promoting that buffoon to his second in command. So be it. What it did mean was that we were down two members, and we're going to need to rethink the whole structure of our club. But first, I needed to try to recruit our old members and see if they would be interested in returning.

Standing outside of the bar I knew the others frequented, my heart felt heavy. The fact that they left and haven’t even thought about coming back, makes me wonder exactly where their loyalty lies?

When I entered the building, everyone that was inside turned to face my way, but none of them looked friendly, especially one in particular. Ratt.

The way his eyes narrowed in on me, his glare only intensifying the further I stepped in, made me suddenly uneasy.

“What the fuck do you want?” Ratt growled, his fists clenching by his sides as the chair slid out from beneath him and he slowly stood up, towering way above me.

“I came to get you guys back in the club. We need you, Ratt.”

His hand ran through his greasy locks. It was like he never took a fucking shower. Pockmarks littered his face, a clear sign he was still using. He looked a bit skinnier if that was even possible, but his size is what made him intimidating. At 6’7, he towered over everyone in the club. He got his name for his mouse-like nose that he hated to be called out on.

When Leppard created the club, he was really big into 80s hairband music. So, naturally the club adopted names based on his favorite bands. Leppard for Def Leppard. Sabbath for Black Sabbath... and me Ranger for Night Ranger. Some names weren’t as easy to assume. Like Axl was for Guns ‘N’ Roses Axl Rose, and Slaughterman got his name from Slaughterhouse. But Ratt’s name was very specific, the second his mouse- like nose entered the club, we all knew he’d be named Ratt. I just never expected him to turn into one himself.

“Why in the fuck would we return to a weak-ass fucking club that murders its own members?” Ratt growled. “Nobody gives a fuck about the Lewd Outlaws anymore, especially anyone in here.”

My eyes roved over our former members and prospects, most of them were wearing new cuts—cuts with a very familiar crow on them.

“You’re with the Crows? How is that possible?”

Ratt laughed. “Anything is possible when you sift through the ashes.”

I noticed that Riot and Slaughterman both weren’t wearing a cut, they were just drinking a beer at the table with the others, looking out of place and a little scared.

“Look, I know you were loyal to Sabbath, Ratt, and I wish things went down differently than they did, but Sabbath was ruining the club, he needed to go.”

Ratt pulled out a gun and toyed with it before pointing it at my face.

“But did he deserve to die? Couldn’t he have just been stripped of his patch?”

“It wasn’t that easy.”

He shot his gun, causing the bartender behind the bar to scream and duck behind it. The bullet whizzed by my face, striking a neon sign behind me.

I shouldn’t have come alone...

“Oh, that’s right. It wasn’t that easy because you and those other sick fucks were passing around his woman like she was some cheap two cent hooker. How’d it feel to fuck the Prez’s Ol’ Lady, Ranger? Did you enjoy getting your dick wet in her used-up hole?”

He sounded jealous as fuck.

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