Page 111 of Fighting a Riot

Yak shared a look with Turk. “I don’t mind, as long as I get the first slice at his tat.”

Turk shrugged and his lips tipped up. “You should rethink that. The asshole opted for his forearm. It’ll be my blade that kills him, though.”

At nearly six a.m., Yak stood in front of the door to his room. He slipped his key out of the lock as quietly as he could. To keep as much light out as possible, he squeezed through the doorway. He closed the door and realized his lamp was on.

Nora sat with her back against the headboard and a book in her lap. “It’s done, I take it.”

He shrugged out of his cut. “Yeah. And that’s all you get from me, Nora.”

She smiled. “That’s all I wanted.”

“Maybe now things will get back to normal,” he said.

She set her book on the nightstand, eased off the bed, came to him, and wrapped her arms around his waist. “Normal is overrated, Yak. And you haven’t said that, but your every action tells me you believe it, too.”

He sighed. “Maybe. But things will definitely be safer for you from now on, and I’m down for that.”

She brought a hand up along his cheek. Rising up on her toes, she brought her lips to his. “Thanks for taking care of it, honey.”

He pulled his head back to look her in the eyes. “You’re welcome, Elenora.”

Her sideways smile bordered on being a smirk. “Now that we have that out of the way… you look like you need a shower. I thought… I could join you and show you my gratitude.”

A growl bubbled out of him against his will. “Love that you want to do that, but I hate the idea of you on your knees on a ceramic tub, babe. That shit hurts.”

Her eyes widened even as she smiled huge. “How would you know?”

He narrowed his eyes at her playfully. “Shower with me, and you’ll damn well find out, princess.”

Nora

In the morning, Trixie knocked on Yak’s door. She wanted me to come eat breakfast with her, Suzy, and Stephanie, Suzy’s sister.

When I came downstairs, Suzy closed her eyes and shook her head. “Dammit. If I’d known you were here, I’d have insisted you come hang with me and Stephie.”

I waved a hand at her. “Don’t worry about it. I’m sure the two of you needed some one-on-one time.”

A tall, muscular man wearing a Riot MC cut entered the room. From his name patch, I knew he was Har, the president of the Biloxi chapter. “Steph, we need to head out.”

Stephanie frowned, but nodded and turned her back to him in order to hug Suzy. I couldn’t hear what was being said, but the two were whispering to each other.

“Let’s go, Miss Priss,” Har said from behind her.

She rolled her eyes while grinning at me. “I’m not prissy in the least –so don’t sweat Yak calling you ‘Princess.’”

I nodded. “It’s growing on me, but don’t tell Yak.”

She winked. “Secret’s safe with me.”

Three weeks later…

Yak had gone for a run, telling me to sleep. Unfortunately, my body had other ideas and sleep wouldn’t come.

Rather than toss and turn, I went downstairs and started a pot of coffee. I heard footsteps on the front porch. The kitchen sat at the back of the house. I peeked around the corner into the hall that led back to the living room. The two large windows in the living room had the heavy maroon curtains open with ivory sheers covering the window. Even through the gauzy material, I had a view of the front porch. Destin paced in front of two rocking chairs.

Great.

In all the media frenzy surrounding Suzy and me being abducted, the reporters set up camp in front of the address listed on my driver’s license… which I had yet to update. Trixie had nearly laughed herself off a couch in the common room when we saw the morning news segment where Destin opened the door shirtless and with a bedhead.

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