Page 77 of Fighting a Riot

Turk dipped his head. “Yeah, but most of your training was with me. Bottom line, if I wanted to fly under the radar, I’d know getting Yak’s suspicions up would be the way to go because of this meeting right here.”

“God damn, I hate this shit,” Razor muttered.

Cal, Blood, and Volt stared at Razor. After a beat, Volt said, “You would since you went through this.”

Razor shook his head. “Wouldn’t say that. Hell, I’m the brother who renounced his club to come here, but I did shit against them because of the bullshit they had allowed.”

“So it could be you,” Prime said, his tone bordering on snotty.

Cal speared Prime with a glare. “Get your head out of your ass. The point here is that it could be any of us. You aren’t helping shit pointing the finger at Yak without proof or turning shit around on Razor because of his past.”

Between Turk’s words and Cal’s, it hit Yak that Prime had every opportunity to fuck with the dancers.

He wouldn’t share that now, though. Regardless of who had turned against the Riot MC, the next time Yak mentioned it, he had to have his facts –and proof– at the ready.

“Where does that leave us?” Blood asked.

Volt sighed. “This whole meeting’s been a clusterfuck. In case anyone doesn’t know, Crop, a long-time member of the Devil Lancers was killed last night by police gun fire. He and another man broke into the carriage house behind the house Yak’s renting.”

“A house he’s renting from me,” Roll muttered.

“Right. The other intruder ran and got away. Crop’s dead, and we don’t know if the Lancers are going to retaliate against us.”

Prime squinted at Volt. “We didn’t kill him, the cops did.”

Volt gave Prime a patient look. “They won’t see it that way.”

Patch tugged on the ponytail at the nape of his neck and blew out a sigh. “So if I’m hearin’ this right, we got another club gunnin’ for us, a brother turned against us who is most likely also gunnin’ for us, and we’re gonna be working to roust this mofo who’s disloyal to the Riot?”

Blood grinned at their treasurer. “Sums it up perfect if you ask me.” He looked down the table at the rest of the brothers. “If you got an ol’ lady, take precautions. Just because the threats are happening at Platinum’s doesn’t mean they can’t target your women. Know we all hate helmets, but your women need to wear them until we know shit’s been taken care of.” He glanced at Volt. “And I’ll be sure to tell Rage about that.”

“Thanks, Blood,” Volt said. “I know we just stopped the parking lot patrols at Platinum’s, but those go into effect again tonight. Vamp, Beast, and Liar, you’re up first.”

Yak opened the door to his room and felt a different kind of gut-punch. He knew Nora was with him, but somehow he didn’t expect to see her in his room… and in his bed. Part of him could get used to this.

“I think I like that look on your face,” Nora murmured as he shut the door.

He smiled. “Well, I know I like the look of you in my bed, princess.”

“Yeah, it’s just nobody has ever looked at me with so much intensity… and intention.”

He stalked closer to the bed. “Oh, I got intentions where you’re concerned… if you’re up for it.”

She shifted in the bed. “If I’m up for it?”

With his knee on the bed, he put his hands on the bed on either side of her waist. “Yeah. For weeks now, I’ve been thinking about having you in my bed.”

Her eyes darted to the side and back to him. “What about wall sex?”

He chuckled. “Definitely on the list, but that happens at the house.”

“Why?”

“No way do I want my brothers to hear us. Those sounds are just for me and you. If you’re lucky, we might have wall sex in here when things get loud downstairs. Really loud.”

She reached up and stroked his cheek. “So what have you been thinking all these weeks?”

He slid his hand under her tank-top and found she wasn’t wearing a bra. “Lots of things.” He palmed her breast, pinched her nipple, then glided his hand back down to her belly. “All of them filthy, and all of them satisfying. For both of us.”

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