Page 25 of Sabotage

“I can do that.” She nods.

“Good.” I reach up to grip her between two fingers. “Know this, baby,” I utter, moving into her space once again and pressing her into the door, leaving no space between us. “I meant what I said. I’ll gut them. Take them out one by one if need be. I won’t put up with them thinking they can get away with anything like this. Especially thinking they have any claim to you. You’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” she agrees. “I’ll give you whatever I can remember, and you do whatever you need to do. Just promise me one thing.”

“I’m not one for making promises.” I never have been. The only time I did it was to my daughter, and I failed to see her safe when she was hurting the most.

“I’m thinking you can try,” she remarks, cocking a brow.

“What is it?”

“That you won’t get yourself caught and end up locked away where I don’t get to see you except for visitor days. You know they won’t give you conjugal visits.”

I blink once and throw my head back, laughing. There’s no way I couldn’t not laugh with this being why she wants me to promise. Sobering, I grin down at her. “Yeah, baby, I can do that.”

“Good, then let me go so I can pull my jeans on and get cleaned up. The sooner I get that done, the faster I can get back down to help you guys with whatever information I can.”

“Right.” I dip my head down and claim her lips for a brief but deep kiss. Pulling away, I let her go.

“You good, Sabotage?” Viking asks as soon as I make it back into the main room. He must have made sure no one else was around except for the main members of the club. No prospects or any of the women, ol’ ladies nor the whores are anywhere to be seen.

“Yeah, I’m good,” I confirm. “We talking about this out here or in church?”

“Out here,” he answers. “We gotta lot of shit to talk about, and out here, we’re closer to the bourbon, and I’ve got a feeling we’re gonna need it.”

“You’re right about that,” I agree. “Ryann will be back down soon. She’s in on this meeting to give us whatever information she can.”

“I figured as much after that rant of hers.” Viking smirks. “Didn’t think she’d be able to do it, but damn if she didn’t surprise us all by pulling you back from the edge.”

“You and me both,” I grunt. “Not that I want to talk about his shit with my son-in-law.”

Viking laughs and shakes his head. “Trust me. It’s not something I want to talk about with you either. But seriously, I’m just glad she talked you down. Way you were looking, you were ready to follow after them and kill ’em before they’re even off club property.”

“I would have too,” I admit. There’s no denying it. Ryann means something to me, and I won’t see her harmed or threatened in any way. I meant what I said to her each time I’ve said it. She’s mine.

“I know you would’ve, Sabotage.” Viking nods. “But we need you not to do that shit. You do, and you know what will happen. We gotta be able to handle all this together, all of us. We don’t, one of us will end up dead, and both of us know it.”

“Yeah.” I know he’s right, but that doesn’t make it any easier. We have to play this smart. If we don’t, then we’re all screwed.

“Then, if you’re good, let’s get this talk over and done with. I gotta see to my woman and son.”

I’ve got to have respect for the man. He adores my daughter. She and Rocco mean everything to him, and that alone relieves something inside my soul.

The clang of glasses and liquor bottles hitting a table penetrates my thoughts, and I move to take a seat at the table while Maverick and Mayhem slide glasses and the liquor down.

I glance in Pirate’s direction, seeing he’s got not just one laptop in front of him, but two, his eyes glued to one of the screens.

Moving my gaze to War, I give him a chin lift. “You reach Gianna?”

“Yeah, she’s on the way here, and she’s not alone. Guy named Finnigan is with her.” Out of the corner of my eye, I take note of Pirate’s gaze darting upward at the mention of this, but I don’t say anything as War continues. “Evidently, getting that text screwed with her mind, and she refused to stay away.”

“She’s been gone a while now. What changed for her?” Pirate asks, sounding pissed.

“Don’t know.” War shrugs. “All I know now is she’s got about twelve more hours before she gets her ass here.”

Pirate grunts something inaudible and goes back to looking at the screens.

“You able to verify the hard drive?” Maverick asks.

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